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| boogie boogie by � poso_woods boogie boogie 1 ok, this is true. i live in a house of spirts. my first introduction to one spirit was different, than to the many others. my man gone, i went to bed. laying there waiting for sleep to come there was a russel of a bag on the floor next to the opposite side of the bed i slept on. i thought , OH, THE DOG. nope. dog was next to me. hmmmmmm. next the paper work and phone was moved around, next to the bed. the noise was very loud. hmmmmmmm. than their were foot steps to the foot of the bed. they stopped and next they trampled down the basement (door didnt open) all of a sudden the steps were above me in the rooms upstairs. than boom, at the door in the kitchen, twisting the door knob . the papers ratteld next to the phone and the phone sounded as if it were moved. ahhhhhh said i , this spirit i do not know yet, must be checking to see if im safe....... thisw spirit has returned when my man in gone. you know this spirit by the loudness, and its intent to make sure you know that this spirit is present, checking doors and the rooms of the house. this spirit does not live here with the others, a visiting family spirit. seems spooky, no safe. very safe. one who protects. i dont invision this spirit other than being a warrior, most likely a sentenal from the bear clan. poso .... oh did i tell you, their was no bag on the floor, or any paper were i first heard the spirit.................... boogie boogie 2 1. never whistle at night it calls the bad spirits (true) 2. bats are good medicine, they symbolize rebirth. they hang upside down in their sleep awaiting awakening like a child is up side down in his/hers mothers womb, just before she/he is waiting to be born. (true) sitting in my living room with my son, (adopted from the ogjibwa tribe)a bat flew over his head and touched him. ok, nothing new, we get bats in the house. but this bat was the biggest most beautiful bat i had ever seen. it glistened and flew three times to every room with an open door. it did not respond to arm waving or the turning on lights. it stayed its course. it tagged my son three times. my son opened the kitchen door and wistled high pitched (bad cause a bad spirit may come). but bats will home in on high frequency. and this bat we were not going to risk hurting, so he wistled, i went at the bat waving my arms to ward it toward the open door. it swooped by me and (like i said ) made its three circles through the house. it than went out the door. tobacco and rock salt was streaked across the entrance to that door before my som stepped back in (to now allow a bad spirit to enter with him). i thought ahhhhhhh rebirth. my son than told me he had started collage that day (signed up,) (now going). i thought oh, ok, this must be the rebirth but why three swoops? his wife told him the next day, she was pregnant........ ribirth. the bat tapped him three times, once for school, once for the new coming grandchild, one for......? poso boogie boogie 3 ok a story teller retels the same story but each time emphasises (spelling sucks big time sorry)something different in the tale. so here again i will retell a story i have told to you before, but in a different light. three ppl would visit this house to seek guidence from ppl of the tribe. needing a place to stay, we like always, opened our house. each time these three came, there would be constant arguments between them. one weekend only two of them came. they seemed in a good mood. however the second day they began to argue. what about? doesnt matter..... i call these visiters THOSE THAT DONT LISTEN. ok, (true) (if you yell you cant listen. if you cry all the time, you cant listen.) one of the guest always yells one always cries. soon i had He who yells and She who cries in a big fight in my home...... it lasted for hours......i stayed out of it.... (because they did not know how to listen). he who yells was yelling so loud it blocked his own ears. she who cries was crying so loud, it blocked her ears. (they might as well of stopped yelling and crying because they were blocking each other out)...... hmmmmmmm ok, she who cries ran upstairs. he who yells had no one to yell at and started to slam things around and stamp around.(big friggen man/ndn). i thought ok, im calling a medicine man. i was in the living room and he who yells was standing at its entrance totally out of control ( oh boy im gonna get hurt i thoughtand i cant get to a phone). she who cries suddendly came down the stairs and as she stepped into the room i was in. as she put her foot down into the room i was in, the room filled with spirits. so many i could not count them. (oh , boy) . he who yells than stepped into the room i was in and sat on a chair next to she who cries. suddenly the spirits circled me and formed a line between me and THEY THAT DID NOT LISTEN . ( my dog ducked into the spirits and became calm.) ok, this was it, i had had it. for the first time i was going to ask troubled ppl to leave. before i could do this my right hand started to burn, a heavy sensation came over me and i could not move or talk. it was as if some one was holding me down and covering my mouth. all i saw were the spirits holding thier line. i did not see the spirit holding me down. next, the police came, they were tribal and walked in. didnt even knock. said they recieved a phone call from my man (sky clan) to remove a man from his house and that that i was in danger. and they did remove the man. soon as the man left the house the youngest officer turned to me and said check your house, anything that is not yours put outside and we will collect them (to give to one of the medicine man?, never did make a call). after He that yells left the house, the spirits opened the line but stayed vigelent and moved around the house all night.(she who cries was still their). my man called and said did the cops take _ out of the house? i said yes, how did you know i was in trouble? he did not answear. i asked, who held me down, he said my grandfather and father. oh, and i asked no more. the next day, she who cries left and they have not been seen since (on this rez) ....poso (this is a true part of my life.) boogie boogie 4 i sat on my chair in the living room. eugene came in and said you know you have many spirits here. suddenly he lifted his eyes from beneath the brim of his cap and looked at me as we both encountered a spirit. i smilled and shurged my shoulders, as if to say beats me, why? this is true. boogie boogie 5 ok, i thought i need to clean the basement. next week, ok i need to clean out that basement. next month, ok i need to clean out that basement......... CLEANING OUT THE BASEMENT well, i tell yah, i named my basement stephen king. DAY 1: it was a very nice day out as i sat outside and watched the river flow. it had been a couple of months since the problem with the MAN WHO YELLS. all was wonderful. i thought ok, today i will open the celler doors to the outside entrance of the basement and clean it out. that way i can than just stick stuff for rummage in one pile and haul a garbage can down the steps to the door under the celler doors and fill it up (with what i wanted to thow out) and haul it right up the steps to the outside. i thought, good plan. so, i went to open the celler doors. i had to stand on them to get the handle of the top door. all of a sudden i heard a noise, and than i hit the side top of the celler (pavement) and fell through the top door. i tumbled down the steps and landed at the base against the closed door that opened to the basement of the house. i thought "man alive".... and than the celler door fell on top of me....i thought "_______". i lay their, unable to move, my wind knocked out and broken ribs. after a while i managed to move my legs out from under the door and crawled up the door till i hit steps and could walk. i sat down on my chair and watched the river and thought. i thought, "ouch and man alive what was that all about." DAY 2 well, i'm sorta a self doctoring kind of person, so i left my ribs to heal on their own, which they do, do. loaded with an image of being a blues brother (1) on a mission from the great spirit i pulled that mother %^&**^&^^$$^* door up those steps by shere will power. sat down, watched the river. latter i went inside and unlocked the basement door and opened it, walked up the steps and grabed a garbage can and hauled it down the steps. as i filled it (mind over matter mode) i put my hand in a box that had (unknown to me ) broken glass and cut my finger to the bone. ok......... i couldnt stop the bleeding so i stuck mud on it. i than got duck tape, cloth, and a stick and set it and tapped it. (washed it first and put medicines on it). DAY 3: ok, this was war....... i began my day drinking coffee by the river. after i was buzzzzzzzzzzed on caffine, i went down those steps to the basement and started to clean it. i loaded and pulled 3 trash cans up of things from who knows what/when/why. now i have ground hornets, wasps, bees, and the like and never do anything to get rid of them cause they dont bite me. well, bam i got bit....... ?????????????? eye swelled shut, like i just got done with a fight........... DAY 4: ok, this was it, i went down that basement and continued to clean, sweeping. i came up stairs for a drink of h20 and ran into a door and split my forhead open. oh, ok, the left eye is swelled by the bee, now the right by the cut. broken ribs on left side, cut finger on rigt. at least im balanced. he he he.....however, something is amist........ yup, someone got me. someone is hurting me. got to look around the yard....... that DAY 5: well, i looked carefuly around my yard and did find something, which i burned in a good way. i suspect it came from the family of HE WHO YELLS for they use bad medicine. but,I seek not revenge....... i did the right things to take back my yard and woods....... cleaned that basement, healed up and now am thinking........ i got to clean that attic......i got to clean...... ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh poso boogie boogie 6 well i got this friend. now she can fight. i wouldnt mess with her now. but say, some years back it would of made for a good fight if we went at it. the kind to sell tickets to............ ok, so this friend is tough. served time, rez through and through.... but she's got the boogie boogie blues. yah ol chicken lips i call her and when she looks wild eyed i yell out boogie boogie....... ok, here are some examples. one day she was standing in the hall and had a cold feeling on her neck and felt like someone walked behind her. she freaked. my other friend smiled and said so hey boogie boogie whats up... she said (and she always says this "im not scared i just thought i should tell someone.....")and she proceeded to say that she had, just felt this feeling and my buddy pointed to the living room frame and said cant you see him (3 year old who drowened here) she screamed and ran out of the house. well he called down to her apartment and another friend hid and grabbed her leg when she went flying bye and yelled boogie boogie and said what kind a ndn are yah...... ok the poor dear is always on edge here, like another time my man was gone and she said hey i just saw _______ and i said naaaaaaaaaa must be your boogie boogie, she said no i say him, he was just here..... yah ok, what ever. so my man comes rolling in an hour later (never was home) and she totally was convinced he had been here. (he must look like his dad or someone one who has crossed). so anyway thats how the whole boogie boogie got started around here. cause of my friend the deadly ndn ( realy you wouldnt want to tangle with her) who says ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh and says, im not afriad but............. boy, she keeps us in stiches and i think the spirits play with her to have fun. poso...... and a boogie boogie evening to yah all. |
