The Creation Cannot Be Stronger Than Its Creator

The creation cannot be stronger than its creator

I have everything I could ever desire inside of me but I just don't know it yet. I am perfectly fine, I just don't know it yet. Whats inside of me is all around me. More specifically, what I believe is what I see. The barrier that stands between my own reunification is my "SELF".

I have made some poor choices along my path which would has resulted at times as a huge backslide into the waiting arms of my own self destruction. This destruction of "SELF" is a necessary evil since my "SELF" or my ego protects all that it believes and everything it perceives no matter how defeating and destructive.

This "SELF" of mine is a vehicle which has the capacity to hijack the being it was designed to serve. This governing servant is a really big liability when left to decide the fate of an individual. Thankfully we are all cursed with a "SELF" of our very own. Each one has its own trials to walk through. You see, with every trial that is measured correctly, there will be that much more distortion and confliction shed like the skin of a snake. The vale of self is lifted in direct proportion to diminished investment in the beliefs it sustains.

If I keep punking out life after life then I will be stuck here forever. Not my first choice of destinations to spend my eternity. Like it or not it requires that I connect to something outside of my "self" which is ironically within. The self is the problem and it always has been. So how does the self that is responsable for poisoning my moments going to come Back and be the one with the remedy? I created it so I can also recreate it and redesign the connection to my being.

ROBERT GRAY GALLAGHER

Trauma & Resulting Wounds Can Unify Humanity as Money has Divided

The wealthy and powerful are perhaps the most extreme victims of trauma on earth. I have a sister who is managing director for Barclay's Investment bank in New York City. She was managing director for Lehman Brothers before that. She has a MBA from Wharton School at University Of Pennsylvania. She is the 1% she is also a victim of trauma. She is not alone. We are both victims of the same trauma but I focused my energies on hurting myself as a drug addict and drug dealer while she sought security and safety climbing the corporate ladder. As we have both discovered in very different ways, there is no escape from ourselves and our unsolved trauma both individually and collectively. We must agree to work together to harmonize our individual and collective vibration beyond the realm of the material or mother earth will put us all out of our misery.

Robert Gray Gallagher

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Chief Seattle's LETTER TO ALL

"The President in Washington sends word that he wishes to buy our land. But how can you buy or sell the sky? the land? The idea is strange to us. If we do not own the freshness of the air and the sparkle of the water, how can you buy them?

Every part of the earth is sacred to my people. Every shining pine needle, every sandy shore, every mist in the dark woods, every meadow, every humming insect. All are holy in the memory and experience of my people.

We know the sap which courses through the trees as we know the blood that courses through our veins. We are part of the earth and it is part of us. The perfumed flowers are our sisters. The bear, the deer, the great eagle, these are our brothers. The rocky crests, the dew in the meadow, the body heat of the pony, and man all belong to the same family.

The shining water that moves in the streams and rivers is not just water, but the blood of our ancestors. If we sell you our land, you must remember that it is sacred. Each glossy reflection in the clear waters of the lakes tells of events and memories in the life of my people. The water's murmur is the voice of my father's father.

The rivers are our brothers. They quench our thirst. They carry our canoes and feed our children. So you must give the rivers the kindness that you would give any brother.
If we sell you our land, remember that the air is precious to us, that the air shares its spirit with all the life that it supports. The wind that gave our grandfather his first breath also received his last sigh. The wind also gives our children the spirit of life. So if we sell our land, you must keep it apart and sacred, as a place where man can go to taste the wind that is sweetened by the meadow flowers.

Will you teach your children what we have taught our children? That the earth is our mother? What befalls the earth befalls all the sons of the earth.

This we know: the earth does not belong to man, man belongs to the earth. All things are connected like the blood that unites us all. Man did not weave the web of life, he is merely a strand in it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself.

One thing we know: our God is also your God. The earth is precious to him and to harm the earth is to heap contempt on its creator.

Your destiny is a mystery to us. What will happen when the buffalo are all slaughtered? The wild horses tamed?

What will happen when the secret corners of the forest are heavy with the scent of many men and the view of the ripe hills is blotted with talking wires? Where will the thicket be? Gone! Where will the eagle be? Gone! And what is to say goodbye to the swift pony and then hunt? The end of living and the beginning of survival.

When the last red man has vanished with this wilderness, and his memory is only the shadow of a cloud moving across the prairie, will these shores and forests still be here? Will there be any of the spirit of my people left?

We love this earth as a newborn loves its mother's heartbeat. So, if we sell you our land, love it as we have loved it. Care for it, as we have cared for it. Hold in your mind the memory of the land as it is when you receive it. Preserve the land for all children, and love it, as God loves us.

As we are part of the land, you too are part of the land. This earth is precious to us. It is also precious to you.

One thing we know - there is only one God. No man, be he Red man or White man, can be apart. We ARE all brothers after all."


Chief Seattle (more correctly known as Seathl) was a Susquamish chief who lived on the islands of the Puget Sound. As a young warrier, Chief Seattle was known for his courage, daring and leadership. He gained control of six of the local tribes and continued the friendly relations with the local whites that had been established by his father. His now famous speech was believed to have been given in December, 1854. There are several versions of his letter; the following was provided by Barefoot Bob.