Native American Wisdom: The Invitation and Hopi Elders Message

The Invitation

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for,
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love,
for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring on your
moon.
I want to know if you have touched the center of your
sorrow,
if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or
have become shriveled and closed from fear of further
pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own,
without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own,
if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you
to
the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to
be careful, be realistic, or to remember the limitations of
being human.

It doesn’t interest me if the story you’re telling me is true.
I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to
yourself;
if you can bare the accusation of betrayal and not betray
your own soul.

I want to know if you can be faithful and therefore be
trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty even when it is not
pretty everyday,
and if you can source your life from God’s presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine,
and still stand on the edge of a lake and shout to the
silver of the full moon, “Yes!”

It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much
money you have.
I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief
and despair,
weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be
done for the children. It doesn’t interest me who you are,
how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire
with me and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you
have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the
inside when all else fades away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself, and if
you truly like the company you keep in the empty
moments.

by Oriah Mountain Dreamer (Native American Elder)


MESSAGE FROM THE HOPI ELDERS

We have been telling the people that this is the Eleventh Hour

Now you must go back and tell the people that this is the Hour

And there are things to be considered.

Where are you living?
What are you doing?
What are your relationships?
Are you in right relation?
Where is your water?
Know your garden.

It is time to speak your truth
Create your community.
Be good to each other.

And do not look outside yourself for the leader.

This could be a good time!

There is a river flowing now very fast
It is so great and swift that there are those who will be afraid.

They will try to hold onto the shore.
They will feel they are being torn apart and they will suffer greatly.

Know the river has its destination.

The elders say we must let go of the shore, and push off and into the river,

Keep our eyes open, and our head above the water.
See who is in there with you and Celebrate.

At this time in history, we are to take nothing personally.
Least of all ourselves.

For the moment that we do, our spiritual growth and journey comes to a
halt.

The time of the lone wolf is over, Gather yourselves!

Banish the word struggle from your attitude and your vocabulary.

All that you do now must be done in a sacred manner

And in celebration.
“We are the ones we’ve been waiting for . . . ”

The Elders, Hopi Nation, Oraibi, Arizona