Creator - Hear my prayer

When I hurt the most

Self will t’was true

Self will had failed

And God’s will new

I learned to love him

And accept

And love for me

was the effect

As love for God

And myself grew

I learned to share

that love with you

Jan 1986  Poem by James B Beard            Denver

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James B. Beard aka Noodin is the author of  "White Mocs on the Red Road ~ Walking Spirit in a Native Way". Uniquely presented to aid people in gaining insight to the mysteries of the Elder teachings of the Traditional Native American.

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DECEPTION

By James B Beard aka Noodin 2018

Photo by: James B Beard aka Noodin

Deer is still
Every sound a sign
A stick that snaps
Deer are running

 Wolf pauses in his step
Every scent is telling
A foe might be present
Wolf is on the move

 Trees are bending
Bows break and miss-shape
What was up is down
What was calm is disturbed

 Wind is blowing
Messages travel
Leaves swirl
Invisible motion

 Snake slithers in the grass
Silent and foreboding
Curled up under a rock
Ready to strike

 Earth seems to move
Shadows fool the ground
A stream takes new form
Everything changes

 Crow calls loudly
Gathering the murder
What do they hide
Following the motion

 Blue Jay sounds an alarm
Something is coming
What does he know
Does anyone hear

 Eagle looks down
Watches all things
Watches all things
Watches all things

James B. Beard aka Noodin is the author of  "White Mocs on the Red Road ~ Walking Spirit in a Native Way". Uniquely presented to aid people in gaining insight to the mysteries of the Elder teachings of the Traditional Native American.

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You can say!

Poem By James B.Beard aka Noodin

You can say you are a man or a woman

That’s not who you are.

You can say you are white, red, yellow or black

That’s not who you are.

You can say you are a republican or a democrat

That’s not who you are.

You can say you are a soldier or a nurse

That’s not who you are.

You can say you are a christian or a buddhist

That’s not who you are.

You can say you are blue collar or white collar

That’s not who you are.

You can say you are a farmer or a priest

That’s not who you are.

You can say you are pretty or ugly

That’s not who you are.

You can say you are rich or poor

That’s not who you are.

You can say you are one with the creation

That is who you are.

No more! No less!.

James B. Beard aka Noodin is the author of  "White Mocs on the Red Road ~ Walking Spirit in a Native Way". Uniquely presented to aid people in gaining insight to the mysteries of the Elder teachings of the Traditional Native American.

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Press Release - Northeast American Cultural Resource

 

 Press Release: For Immediate Release

Northeast American Cultural Resource

Northeast American Cultural Resource

James B Beard aka Noodin

 

 

James Beard aka Noodin of Northeast American Cultural Resource and Author of White Mocs on the Red Road and Andrea Louise Cadwell, MSc Candidate in Advocacy for Social Justice and Sustainability at Antioch University, welcome you to visit the newly designed and updated website for Northeast American Cultural Resource @ www.northeastcultural.com.

Please explore the new website, let us know what you think and send us your comments.

We invite you to forward this email to those you think may be interested.

All the best,

James Beard aka Noodin

NORTHEAST AMERICAN CULTURAL RESOURCE

Northeast American Cultural Resource

~ is a multifacited web site ~

 

Northeast American Cultural Resource is a information board to provide insight of cultural values and personal ethics to aid people in finding ways to enrich their lives and the lives of others. The intent is to encourage awareness of Native American teachings and Native American people. It is a pathway to give those seeking knowledge of their heritage a place to begin. The hope is that all people will understand and respect Creator as well as the Native American people with their rich culture.

 

T O P I C S

 

www.northeastcultural.com

Cultural Education Services

A variety of programs tailored to open new ways of understanding while gaining knowledge shared by the Elders of Aboriginal decent. Offered to enhance personal and community values.

 

News ~ About programs and people

To make available to all people an understanding of Native American people living in a traditional way. Our efforts are intended to share all understandings of spirit to help people achieve balance in life.

 

About James Beard

James B Beard aka Noodin

Jim is the coordinator and founder of Northeast American Cultural Resource. He welcomes you to join with him in a pursuit of balance and centering and is an advocate of traditional lliving and natural spirit teachings. His page includes links to biographical information and online social media activly utilized by Jim to connect with others.



James Beard Books
As an author Jim writes on subjects to do with social, economic, political, and environmental values. His first book is a true story of walking with his Elder Larry Matrious of the Ojibwe Native American Nation.

World Faiths 

To Native American Aboriginal People there is no one way to honor the creator and the creation. The Elder will often say "all of Spirit understanding is true". This section offeres links for information pertaining to many diferent beliefs around the world.



Northest American Cultural Resource is not incorporated and funds are raised specifically for the purpose of offsetting costs associated with programming. Our programs are given freely in order to carry the traditions of Native peoples forward.  Donations are gratefully accepted and considered private donations.


“To be centered is to stand alone together” Noodin

To Speak Without A Tongue

To Speak Without A Tongue

by: Peter Schuler    
Ojibwe Elder - Mississauga First Nation





They came from a place we knew not where.
We fed them when they were cold.
Little knowing;
They could eat so much more than we.
Little knowing;
They would eat so many birds, buffalo... trees.
Little knowing;
They would poison Mother Earth
That sores of greed would open to run rivers of pus
Where once ran Mother Earth's crystal clear blood.

Our tongues crossed theirs
So that they could travel our lands and see what we saw.
Little knowing;
That they saw things so much different than we.
Then; slowly, surely they cut out our tongue
And replaced with theirs.

To speak without a tongue can mean many things.

loss of language speaking without your own language.
To speak with your actions, to speak with silence.
To speak through art, dance , drumming.
To speak with a look.

LET MY VOICE BE PURE

 

Skye Stephenson

 

It is always good to know of others of like heart with Spirit. Your poem is so beautiful and so true to direction. Would you mind if I share it on my blog.

 

Noodin

 



 

 

 

-  The Spirits of Jade  - 

Skye can be reached through www.skyestephenson.com

Listening to the spirit in others ~.Shadow writing ~

 

 

I call it Shadow Writing !

One of the strengths in writing is being a good observer. Over time I have learned what many already know. Just be there! At one point in my life I was going through a transition and visited a town in southwest Colorado. I went there to get away from my surroundings and try to make some sense out of my life. It was a painful time!

Visiting that town, Durango, became an almost weekly trek for me to just get away and regroup my thoughts for a new direction. Though my life had been reasonably successful in family and business, it was not what I wanted and my hope was to realize a new direction.  A new lease on life, so to speak.

I would check in one of the older hotels in town and then visit different places around the area. Sometimes I would sit in a local restaurant in the Strater Hotel or one of the many coffee shops in town. I did not know anyone in the town but gradually, over the weeks that I visited, some of the locals befriended me. I would sit and listen to there stories to see if they had some experience that would help in my quest. Though I had paper and pen to make notes for determining my so called direction of renewal there was little written down on paper. When I would write after talking to these people I found that what was flowing onto the paper was a roughly poetic picture of the people that I met.

These locals, strangers to me, were making a deep and moving affect. They were taking me out of self and showing me that life is about growth. Their stories seemed to reach to something deep within me and show the lessons those people endured. This is one of the satires that I call, Shadow Writing:

Agnes – My friend

A lady I know to be true above  all

Who listens and cares, around for the call

You help other people, It wasn’t your way

When starting your life, a long ago day

 The times were so hard, the people not true

You did for yourself and took your own due

A hurt piled on life day after day

Held to what’s yours and wiled life away

 Hurt that had grown to hate and resent

Brought a young girl to a certain lament

A day would come by to make the world change

You saw in yourself a life re-arranged

 The things that you had, all gone are they now

And all that is left is needed somehow

Blessed with a girl to raise in this life

The value of self to be taken from strife

 You learned the new ways and shared them with all

The life that you gained makes many stand tall

A tribute to you is knowing your heart

And seeing that god gives all a new start

Aprl 1986     Durango







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A town in the south

A Town

  

A town in the south

And the west of the state

Makes special for livin

At this modern date

When cities and travel

And politics high

Make people be crazy

And just want to fly

Its been there for years

And never was great

Though cowboys and injuns

New it to rate

So quiet and peaceful

That town seems to be

Down by a river

That flows on so free

A train and a crossroad

Draw people by

They stop and they visit

This town by and by

They talk of its beauty

And all of its ways

Then back to the cites

To spend all their days

The buildings stand old

Though well built and true

The Strater the General

To name just a few

The bars are still lively

And scenting of beer

Since Cisco and Doc

And the cattlemen year

To my way of bein

Their passins okay

These people of cities
That come here today

My hats off to towns

That are quiet and slow

Like a town in the south

Called Old Durango

by: James B. Beard aka Noodin

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Corn Soup was good

Three Fires Home Coming 

By Peter Schuler

 

 

 

 

Corn soup was good
Singing and dancing better

 

When I got my second bowl I stood by the booth eating.
The little girl who took my money said
"you have to go now there is a line'
Everyone laughed

Then she said, "You have lots of ghosts around you"
There was silence
I smiled at her and said that was okay
I walked to a tree taking the silence with me

 Corn soup was good
 Singing and dancing better

The ghosts have been with me all these many years
since I was a boy
First time anybody mentioned them to me
The very young speak with a clear mind
They have not been taught to be afraid to speak of what they see.
It's too bad that the old no longer see the spirits of their ancestors
Nor do they hear them as they point the way to a return of the quiet ways
Corn soup was good

 



What the children see - Otter Manitou