Enchanted Song of a Curse

At the Bristlecone Medicine Wheel a bad wind is coming. There is a curse. It exists like news in wind. Like a weather cloud, heavy building dark over the greater wheel. Wheel is not a wheel as you know it. It just looked like a wheel to the writers. Medicine Whorl is a word for "hold centering place".

Whirling whirling we walk. The cloud is a dark feeling of angst. We, the guidance healing chosen ones of our people have come to discuss how to best die. We see that our people's ways are being killed. We come here to the whorl of the ancient ones. See the circle in the land below the logs. Here we place our power. Here we activate our charm. Here we ask love of ancient ones to form a holding ground for our ways and memories. Telling stories, doing rituals, rock remembering will not be enough to satisfy our will to be known. We now begin to focus our culture on this spot.

The curse is what we feel from the people who have come to descecrate this land and our ways. When you feel this curse, if you are not in harmony with our ways, it will activate your own awareness, helping you see your own source of curse.

The curse was not heeded by the loggers, which caused us to be enchanted. See them walking over the circle. They say, "this is a good spot, let's do our work here." Blinded to their errors by their need, greed, and lack of knowledge, they crossed the circle. Then broke the circle by their dragging the victims and dismembering them and taking the parts, right on this holy spot.

As the singer sings the song, the storyteller creeps up beside you. There's a whispering in your ear, telling you about the song.

Woodcutters' curse

Whisper: After each verse, dance the chorus according to this map.

The chorus words begin, ``whirl in my whorl.'' x is a step. Spiral is spin about the step, one turn (hop, hop). The last words of the chorus are, ``My abalone.'' The abalone shell lining is celestial colors iridescently glowing with the soft light from beyond. Long ago, this area was close to the sea. Spin awhile. See abalone from inside, as abalone does, not when the abalone is opened, killed, and light strikes the shell.