ANCESTREE HEALING ...Isometree by tteerriitt 12
Spiritual/physical definition;
Isometree…
Equality of measure. preserving distances,
proportional change in size of a part or parts as it grows and evolves both physically and spiritually.
"Why my friend,
asked one day,
Why?
Why did they do this to children?
She was a stolen child,
from the stolen generation,
stolen as she was deemed,
far too white,
amounts all that dark skin of family,
stolen from her birth family.
Her father,
Like most stolen children,
during those early days,
Was a Scotsman,
Border Reiver family most likely,
Newly arrived settler,
convict or free settler,
against the law,
to marry a native,
even if they bore their child.
Could go to prison,
if they owned up,
being the father,
I was told.
Why my friend,
asked one day,
Why?
Why did they do this to children?
How could I tell my friend,
this was never done,
for the colour of her skin,
this was never,
a black and white revenge,
or about her family heritage,
or the title of savage,
this was never an act,
of prejudice.
This was done,
out of rage,
anger,
jealously,
“How dare my friends 'child self' have such a free spirit and soul?”
“How dare my friends 'child self' not be domesticated like them?”
“How dare my friends 'child self' spirit not be in bondage as theirs still are?”
“How dare my friends 'child self' be free of fear and guilt?”
It was the oppressor’s imagined duty,
to enslave my friends 'child self',
“Domesticate it!”
“Imprison it's free will!”
“Imprison it's spirit and soul!”
“Subordinate it's beauty!”
just as it had been done to them,
far too many generations back,
back deeper than imagined,
ancestral trauma unimaginable.
.
How could I tell my friend,
About all the,
hidden truths,
suppressed knowledge,
secrets bind tighter,
than physical chains,
all internalised now,
patterns set in stoned hearts,
numbed minds,
frozen souls,
paralysed spirits.
How can I tell my friend,
This is why,
Why they did this,
Did this to the children then,
But still doing it today,
Hidden under other titles,
names and acts,
even by herself,
even by myself,
internalized patterns now,
owned and polished,
as precious gems.
How can I tell my friend,
the battle is now within,
camouflaged as heritage,
needing to be freed,
freeing our own,
own spirits and souls,
our own free wills set into flight,
freeing our own bound capacities,
defrosting our own frozen potentials,
from the oppressors hands,
now our own egos
hidden within.
How can I tell my friend?
National Sorry Day Australia 2009
3x images in this superimposing image...first one is of the isolation cells out the back of the main prison wings...that window if you can call it that is all the light the poor souls had while locked away in such heinous places. Small rooms, not much bigger than a average toilet. White lime covered walls and floors...no furniture. Second superimposed image is the viewing hole in the solid studded Jarrah door. the third superimposing image is of clouds and blue sky and a dead burnt branch of a young Jarrah tree from Karragullen bush black.
Added to each image in this album are their inspired stories to this emerging family HISHERTREE.
Each image has a word title that would have been spelt in English with "try" at the end like ancestry, carpentry, or infantry. I have added "tree" to replace the "try" and then taken their dictionary meanings that are only ever describing the outside physical world and married some spiritual elements.
The human beings body lives in the outside world of the physical but their inner self lives in the realm of spirit.
ANCESTREE HEALING ...Isometree by tteerriitt 12
Spiritual/physical definition;
Isometree…
Equality of measure. preserving distances,
proportional change in size of a part or parts as it grows and evolves both physically and spiritually.
"Why my friend,
asked one day,
Why?
Why did they do this to children?
She was a stolen child,
from the stolen generation,
stolen as she was deemed,
far too white,
amounts all that dark skin of family,
stolen from her birth family.
Her father,
Like most stolen children,
during those early days,
Was a Scotsman,
Border Reiver family most likely,
Newly arrived settler,
convict or free settler,
against the law,
to marry a native,
even if they bore their child.
Could go to prison,
if they owned up,
being the father,
I was told.
Why my friend,
asked one day,
Why?
Why did they do this to children?
How could I tell my friend,
this was never done,
for the colour of her skin,
this was never,
a black and white revenge,
or about her family heritage,
or the title of savage,
this was never an act,
of prejudice.
This was done,
out of rage,
anger,
jealously,
“How dare my friends 'child self' have such a free spirit and soul?”
“How dare my friends 'child self' not be domesticated like them?”
“How dare my friends 'child self' spirit not be in bondage as theirs still are?”
“How dare my friends 'child self' be free of fear and guilt?”
It was the oppressor’s imagined duty,
to enslave my friends 'child self',
“Domesticate it!”
“Imprison it's free will!”
“Imprison it's spirit and soul!”
“Subordinate it's beauty!”
just as it had been done to them,
far too many generations back,
back deeper than imagined,
ancestral trauma unimaginable.
.
How could I tell my friend,
About all the,
hidden truths,
suppressed knowledge,
secrets bind tighter,
than physical chains,
all internalised now,
patterns set in stoned hearts,
numbed minds,
frozen souls,
paralysed spirits.
How can I tell my friend,
This is why,
Why they did this,
Did this to the children then,
But still doing it today,
Hidden under other titles,
names and acts,
even by herself,
even by myself,
internalized patterns now,
owned and polished,
as precious gems.
How can I tell my friend,
the battle is now within,
camouflaged as heritage,
needing to be freed,
freeing our own,
own spirits and souls,
our own free wills set into flight,
freeing our own bound capacities,
defrosting our own frozen potentials,
from the oppressors hands,
now our own egos
hidden within.
How can I tell my friend?
National Sorry Day Australia 2009
3x images in this superimposing image...first one is of the isolation cells out the back of the main prison wings...that window if you can call it that is all the light the poor souls had while locked away in such heinous places. Small rooms, not much bigger than a average toilet. White lime covered walls and floors...no furniture. Second superimposed image is the viewing hole in the solid studded Jarrah door. the third superimposing image is of clouds and blue sky and a dead burnt branch of a young Jarrah tree from Karragullen bush black.
Added to each image in this album are their inspired stories to this emerging family HISHERTREE.
Each image has a word title that would have been spelt in English with "try" at the end like ancestry, carpentry, or infantry. I have added "tree" to replace the "try" and then taken their dictionary meanings that are only ever describing the outside physical world and married some spiritual elements.
The human beings body lives in the outside world of the physical but their inner self lives in the realm of spirit.