Fictional Division

I saw a post on Facebook regarding Idle No More, and it said;

“You are on Indian land.”

Pandora’s box has been opened, and here comes another rant. I usually try to only post once a week, but when a writer is inspired, they must write. So here it goes…

“This land is your land. This land is my land…”

Ugh! That’s the problem! People are still trying to claim the land when in fact, the land belongs to no one. Not even to those who “buy property” with their imaginary money. If you really think about it, Money is worthless. It is a make believe system that has brainwashed all people into thinking it has any value once so ever.

As for the land, no one owns it! Not even your precious Queen. Forget the countries, the provinces, the states, etc. Borders are imaginary lines. Without them we are all on the same rock. We seem to think lakes, seas, and oceans have divided the land. Umm.. no, Earth is one big rock. I mean, the earth still exists at the bottom of the sea. It’s still all connected. As for these borders, there is nothing dividing us besides what we have imagined in our minds.

We are nothing but guests on this Earth, and our duty while we are here is to take care of it. Each of us is only here temporarily. We all die.  Accept it. You are not immortal. Your body becomes fertilizer for the Earth. I would take that as a sign, that perhaps the Earth is more valuable than your precious money, or whatever ridiculous materials you find valuable, even your own body.I am suddenly reminded of a Slipknot song; People = Shit. Haha! Anyway,  We own nothing. It’s not like we can take anything with us when we die, not even our bodies. So yeah, claiming you own the land. Haha! Get over yourself, someone needs to pop that capitalist ego.

But no, we create these barriers that separate everyone from one another. Wither it be over Religion, Wealth, Ethnicity, Sexuality, Gender, etc.We create imaginary lines.

And instead of taking care of, or being grateful for our natural resources, we abuse it, we poison it, all for this imaginary value of money.

Even though there are other options available to produce energy, we use the most deadly and poisonous options; nuclear power and oil.

So my conclusion is; people are dumb. Not only that, but people are insane. It doesn’t matter how many times we have oil spills, we’re fuckin idiots that never learn, and just keep doing the same thing over and over again.

I’d say we are like brainless monkeys, but that would be insulting the monkeys. Heck! At this rate, a monkey is more intelligent than a human being. Animals wouldn’t do the shit we do. This whole idea of jobs to make money so we can live in our homes. Animals don’t pay to live, yet we do. We pay mortgages, rent, taxes, etc. We even pay for our damn food! Yeah, animals do work in a way, they hunt, they nurture and teach their young, but at least their way of living is a lot more logical than ours. It’s called survival. Compared to an animal, the way we do things just sounds utterly stupid. They don’t pay fuck all for anything with “cash”.

And here humans think they are the greater species. Ha! We’re all a bunch of idiots, with this Capitalist perspective where we think we own things, and we’re so superior. “This land is mine” and blah blah blah. “I am better than you because I have this”, bull shit attitude. Or “My God is the right god, and only god because…” Blah blah blah! Or “I’m male, you’re just a woman whose only use is good for making babies.” Or “White Power!” Or take how we treat each other over money. ” Oh my god! You have no money, you’re worthless!” etc, etc. We’re damn right mean to each other, yet we call ourselves “Civil.” It all sounds barbaric to me. You might as well whip out your penis and compare sizes, or for the women, compare breasts.

For some stupid reason we got it in our heads that people have to better than other people. Yet if you erased all those imaginary lines that divide us, no one would be greater than the other. We’d just be people.

Sure animals have their leaders. Such as a pack of wolves, or a pride of lion. Difference is their leaders don’t get corrupted and seduced by money, thus making them selfish. When it comes to animals, and their leaders, they have a responsibility, and they take it seriously. It’s not just about them, it’s about the entire groups survival as a whole. Matter of fact, they put the groups well being over themselves. They’d die defending and protecting their group. That sure as hell doesn’t sound like any human leader, now does it?

That’s the thing, maybe people just aren’t meant to have a leader. We clearly cannot handle that responsibility without becoming greedy and self-absorbed. We are unreliable in that sense. But when we co-exist and work together, we accomplish some pretty amazing things.

But no! We are too barbaric for that. We’d rather set each other on fire, or bomb each other over Religion. Or send drones to kill more people over oil. Sacrifice the lives of our soldiers to fight for this profitable oil because our leaders can never get enough money. They constantly need more. Yeah, people are a mentally deranged species.

I wonder if we will ever look back on our behavior and ask; was it really worth it? Is killing each other really worth it over imaginary lines? Or over an imaginary system built so that we think that money has value when in all truth it is completely worthless? Was hating each other really the solution?

But then again, we hate ourselves apparently. Trying to obtain the ideal body, the perfect hair, smile, etc. Matter of fact, we pressure each other over this shit. It’s all over the media, magazines, can’t go anywhere without some kind of subliminal message. Sometimes we even go to great lengths to accomplish this by cutting ourselves up through surgery ( Note: your body won’t provide any nutrients  for the earth once your dead if your body is plastic. Just saying.), injecting bacteria into our faces, frying our hair, ripping off our body hair, or even going under a laser. We bake ourselves, or spray chemicals all over our bodies for that perfect tan. The list goes on and on. It’s an obsession based on insecurity. Yet we call ourselves “civil”.

Let’s take a good look at that definition, shall we? Civil: adj 1: of or relating to citizens or the state as a political body. Relating to citizens? I think it is clear that we made that impossible to relate to each other by creating so much bullshit to divide each other. As for relating to the state as a political body is part of the problem in the first place. Politics and politicians seem to only create more problems, rather than resolve anything. If we worked together as a unit, a whole, we could kiss that bullshit system goodbye. Don’t vote. Don’t pay taxes. Fuck em! Their fucked in the head anyways, and aren’t doing anyone any good.  Maybe one day we could kiss money and oil goodbye. That would totally fuck those greedy fuckers right over. Ha Ha!

Anyway, back to the definition of civil. 2: Courteous and polite. You can scratch that one too, because obviously we are just too mean to each other to give ourselves that title of being courteous and polite.

3: of or relating to legal proceedings in connection with private rights and obligation (the code). What a pile of bullshit. The Government and even our police forces break their own rules. Just throw that right out the window. Especially since the Government wants to use cyber-bullying as an excuse to invade everyone’s privacy. Why would they want to do that? Doubt it has anything to do with cyber-bullying at all, but to invade the spaces of their threats out there, whom are the activists. So yeah, if that goes through, good bye privacy rights, and well done Government, you are NOT “civil.” Haha!

4: of relating to the general population: not military or ecclesiastical. Here we go again. Relating to the general population, that’s a joke. As I said before we make it impossible to relate to each other.

And that is that. Stop claiming to be civil, we obviously are not. The whole society is made up of barbaric “savage” people. That’s all people, no matter what race, culture, religion, social status, whatever. Civil, what a joke! No one is civil, we’re all stuck in the same situation. Matter of fact, we repeat it, rather than evolving and trying something new. We are too cowardly, too insecure to steer away from old customs.

The question is, how do we go about doing so?

We will never know if we never try. Sometimes we don’t fully know what we are capable of until we take a leap of faith. Besides, as I’ve come to realize, people learn best from their mistakes. If we’re too afraid to go astray and make mistakes, we learn jack-shit. We remain stagnant. That’s no good.

A part of me is skeptical when it comes to humanity, I’d rather call myself an alien. Another part of me holds onto hope. I hope things will be different for the younger generations, they don’t deserve this shit. But they will get whatever we teach. Think long and hard about that.

Don’t get me wrong, I still support Idle No More. I just firmly believe that the land belongs to nobody. The Earth is a living thing too. Saying you own it is like claiming another living being is your property. That’s just wrong. Not to mention, that is a Capitalist way of thinking.

Perhaps it was my long experience with abuse that has given me this perspective. Where I thought power and control only existed in my personal troubles. Ya know? Where I was treated like an object that an abuser claims to own. But as I ventured out into the world I see abuse is global. This made up system of hierarchy abuses not only their very own kind, but the land as well. I see utter chaos, it’s no wonder I experience anxiety. It’s everywhere.

Nobody owns Mother Earth, she lives. Her very breath we breathe in. But since the land cannot fight, or defend itself, then it is us that must speak up against the abuse. In order to do so, we are going to have erase all those imaginary lines ingrained in our minds so that we can truly unite. – Pooks

“Society cannot share a common communication system so long as it is split into warring factions.” – Bertolt Brecht


An Amazing Christmas

I am going to share my eventful holidays with you. Basically whatever happened over Christmas, since New Years isn’t here yet, and I haven’t really planned anything yet. Not that I really plan anything. I more or less just go with it when an opportunity arises. Haha!

Okay, so the on the 24th, Christmas Eve, I had a visit with my children from 11am-1pm. I brought gifts with me for them to open. In addition with two toys I received from First Nation Housing Co-op that I got to wrap up as well and give as gifts. When I got to the C.A.S building, a worker that used to supervise my visits had given me another 2 gifts to give to my children. So all together they had 4 each, 2 from me, and 1 from First Nation Housing, and 1 from C.A.S.

Anyway, the lounge area was chaotic, so we went upstairs to open the gifts. My son got a Sorry board game from C.A.S, and a set of Dinky cars, Monster Trucks to be exact from the First Nation Housing Co-op. From me he got a Halo action figure toy of the Master Chief. I remembered him saying that he wanted a bigger one, so that’s what I got him. He was surprised by the poster I gave him, which was a Mine Craft poster. He was not expecting that, and he loved it. Awesomeness! Well done Mama! My little gamer was easy to shop for. Just had to listen and pay attention to what the games he talks about the most.

My daughter got a large baby Mermaid doll from C.A.S, and a set of smaller princess dolls from First Nation Housing Co-op. I too got her a doll. But something different. It was a My Little Pony Doll, which was half pony, half human. It reminded me of something I draw, which is this goat/ man , a satyr. Plus, it was my daughters favorite colour, purple. I also picked it for her because I thought it had an awesome name; Rarity. I value my individualism. So I gave her something that is symbolic in a way, and means something to me. As for the poster I gave her, that was custom made. I had to go through a company called Wordans to print it out for me. And it was all through the mail between Montreal & London.  I’m glad I got it in time. So yeah, the poster she got is a poster of her Mama, me, dressed up as a First Class Pilot. I can do some amazing things with photo editors. It’s something I do when I’m bored. I get really creative when I’m bored, or really late at night.

I’m glad both my kids enjoyed their gifts. Gotta give myself a pat on the back, and a gold star! Haha!

Anyway, we also played tag, but not just any tag, it was a Zombie Apocalypse version. It was pretty fun.

After my visit with my kids, I headed downtown to Coffee Culture, which is where I met up with Hailey. We had a coffee, and deliciously sweet cookies, and we did some catching up. She showed me a book of symbols she put together. Not only did it look like a lot of work was put into it, but it was overall creative. It was freakin awesome! I feel honored that she shared that with me. Anyway, I saw Diane ( She is one of the New School of Colour artists) walking by, and invited her in. She’s a sweetheart. It was like a small little New School of Colour gathering. Hailey will always be considered a part of the New School of Colour, even if she is going to school in Montreal. I think that’s cool, that us artists that are, or were apart of the program keep in touch. We grow together.

On Christmas Day, I went to go spend it with my Dad, his girlfriend, and my brother. I lost touch with my Dad after I had moved from Limberlost Road. But he invited me over to his place, which I thought was across the city, turns out, he was closer than I thought. Haha! He moved too.

Anyway, we talked, did some catching up. It was funny when my brother walked in, he was so surprised. We ate some left overs that were made by my Dad’s girlfriend, or her sister, I can’t remember. but it was really good. We did some gift exchanges, although I had nothing to give but my very presence. This was one of those things, out of the blue. My brother apologized that he didn’t have anything for me, that’s okay. My presence wasn’t expected, I didn’t even expect to be invited. It was just one of those spontaneous things. I’m glad I went though. Otherwise, I would have never had gotten to see the Port Stanley Christmas Lights, which were mind-blowing by the way. Or been a part of the hilarious trip there. My dad, his girlfriend, and my brother are so funny. Due to detours, my brother and my Dad had to try to find another way out of St. Thomas to Port Stanley. We got lost, and just being there as they try to navigate their way out, it was a lot of fun. So not only did I see the Port Stanley Christmas Lights, but I got a funny tour of the west side of St. Thomas. Good times!

I spent my Boxing Day with some friends, Kim, Shane, and Precious. Haha! 😛 I mean, Sarah. We did the same last year, so it is becoming a nice little Tradition. Shane cooked the turkey, and he did an amazing job. He’s hired! From now on, he is now the Turkey chef! His girlfriend, Sarah, made up these vegetable/ cheese/ meat trays with dip. I think she also brought the cranberry sauce. Kim made the stuffing, potatoes, and the very delicious cheese cake. She’s hired!! From now on, she’s in charge of the Christmas Cheese Cake. As for myself, I pitched in 2 bottles of pop, one being Coca-Cola, the other, Ginger Ale. It’s a good thing I did too, otherwise Shane would be hurtin for coffee. Anyways, we did a gift swap, and caught up. Kim gave Sarah and I candles, Sarah’s were blue, mine were purple. Shane gave Sarah a movie on DVD, Hanzel n’ Gretel. She was pretty exited about that. And Kim got a mug with the Senators logo painted on it, as well as some treats from Sarah. I got a pair of beautiful earrings, as well as treats from Sarah. Including a rainbow candy cane for a Rainbow Ninja 😉

Rainbow Ninja, it’s a New School of Colour thing. Actually, it started on my Facebook a year ago. I said “I’m a ninja like that”, referring to things I capture within the New School of Colour when I take pictures. Then Jeremy said that we were all ninja’s, he thought that that would make a cool art piece, ninjas wearing colourful outfits…Rainbow Ninjas.Thus, the Rainbow Ninja thing was born. We’re all a bunch of Rainbow Ninja’s at the New School of Colour, creating art in our secret hide out underground. Haha!

Anyway, that’s what has happened so far when it comes to my Christmas Holiday. It’s been really awesome. Tonight I will probably go visit my friend Julie, and see what she thought of the gift I had gotten her. She said she would open it on Christmas Day. I had purchased one of the little pillows that Sarah makes. Feel free to check out her work at the following link, she’s been a regular at the New School of Colour for years. A bit longer then I have been attending anyways. But yes, the link! …

I don’t have any plans for New Years yet, although on New Years Eve, I get to see my kids from 11am – 1pm again. That’s a nice way to end one year, and begin another. As for in the evening, I normally don’t do anything on New Years. But you never know, spontaneous things do happen.

It’s been an amazing holiday break so far, and thanks to the people that have made it that way.I am fortunate to have every single one of them in my life. – Pooks

“Thankfulness creates gratitude which generates contentment that causes peace.”- Todd Stocker

Kind of Like Skipping Stones

Long time no see! I know, it’s been awhile since I have posted, but I have been busy. School, writing an exam, getting caught up in Visual Arts. Which thankfully I am caught up now.

To top it off, the holidays are upon us. So been busy with all the holiday shtuff as well, shopping, scheduling my days over the holidays, and blah blah blah. I’ll be going to a Christmas dinner which is being held by First Nation Housing Co-op at the Namerind Friendship Centre on December 22ond. I have a visit with my children early in the afternoon on Christmas Eve. On the evening of Boxing day I will be attending a gathering with friends, and we’ll be having cheese cake. We did the same last year. It’s kind of turning into a nice tradition. Gather for some Christmas Cheese Cake.

I did get an e-mail from my ex’s lawyer, and it seems like every time I get a letter or anything from them, I just want to panic, and just spaz right out. But after some thought, this may be the next step. The documents mentioned something about the exchanges taking place at Merrymount, instead of C.A.S. Since I no longer need to be supervised, I can take my kids out for an hour or two if I wanted to. Although, it is winter, it does get pretty cold, so for some of the visits, we’ve been indoors at the C.A.S building anyway. Baby steps. Merrymount is just the next baby step, no need to panic. I will reach my goal of weekends one day!

I actually made it in to see my counselor earlier this past week. I haven’t seen her since I fell down that flight of stairs back on Halloween. No more crutches. No more tensor bandage. Although this has got to be the longest I’ve ever had a bruise. It’s still healing, and my ankle is still a little swollen, but I can walk with no pain. Anyway, my counselor gave me praise for basically reaching out and talking to someone at the University when I had fallen behind. Rather than freaking out and having an anxiety attack, I problem solved, with some help of coarse. I have to admit, there are some amazing workers at the University.

Although, there is something disturbing. I appreciate that my professors are very sensitive when the First Nation people get brought up into a topic. Wither it be in Art History, or Sociology, I feel like the professors really try their best to not offend their Native students. So yeah, I was starting to feel like maybe this time around I won’t experience any discrimination within pursuing a post secondary education. Unlike my experience at Fanshawe College. But then it was brought to my attention that UWO’s “top cop” on campus is the same officer that killed Dudley George back in 1995. John Carson shot a Native protester and has admittedly said that he has “no regrets.” Does the University not see how this can be not only disturbing to their Indigenous students, but it can also make them feel very uncomfortable and unsafe? I sure as hell feel very uneasy just knowing there’s a cop that killed a fellow Native walking on the same campus as I am. As a Native Idle No More protester, of coarse I’m going to feel unsafe!! It makes me think that perhaps the discrimination continues, and maybe U.W.O isn’t as different as it perceived itself to be. The University has contradicted itself by hiring on this retired O.P.P officer. I mean, it kind of goes against what various University Programs ( such as Ally Western) want to achieve, inclusiveness with all identities, race, culture, gender, sexual orientation, faith, ability, etc. This alienates their Indigenous students. And why would you hire a cop to be on campus fully knowing that he has murdered another human being?! That puts all students safety at risk. It’s not a very wise decision if you ask me, John Carson should not be on campus.

Correction; Dudley George was killed by an officer named, Kenneth Deane. But the commanding officer in charge at the time was John Carson. Thus, making him responsible for the actions that took place back in 1995 that killed Dudley George. He’s the one that gave the “okay”. I still don’t think it’s “okay” that he is now the director of the Western Campus Police Service. He’s just as guilty as the man that shot Dudley George.

Besides that, art, art, art. What have I been doing? If you haven’t heard, I finally did complete that oil painting I was working on at the New School of Colour. I titled it, Brainwasher.

I mailed off a small art piece the size of a post card to the Twitter Art Exhibit (#twitterartexhibit). All proceeds will go to benefiting the Center of Contemporary Dance, Special need classes in Orlando, Florida. So that’s pretty exciting, I’m glad I hopped on the opportunity to be a part of it. It gets my art out there. The actual show takes place at the City Arts Factory, Magic Gallery, from March 20th – April 11th, 2014. Unfortunately I won’t be able to attend. But at least my art gets to travel.

At home I have been re-doing an older piece that has gone missing. So I am re-creating my “Ring Leader in Paris” art piece. This time, it’s going to be in colour, and I’m using oil paint. The original was in chalk pastel, and pencil. I tried to make it look like a sepia photograph. But yeah, I think this version will make the original look like nothing but a rough draft. It is turning out better than the first.

I do have a surprise coming up for any Pooks fans out there. But I’ll reveal that in the New Year. It is art related.

I am trying to keep this post brief, but it’s kind of all over the place from one topic to the next. Kind of like skipping stones. So yeah, just getting you caught up on some things within the life of Pooks. Enjoy your holidays. So far, mine are turning out rather well. 😉 – Pooks

“History will be kind to me for I intend to write it.”- Winston Churchill