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Theosophical Society of Tulsa Inaugural Meeting

theosophical society of tulsa Left to Right- Wilfred Berlin, Olivia D’Rozario, Gloria Busch, Suzanne Kacmarcik, Michelle Johnson, Ann Parker, Margitta Grona, Beth Mathers, and Kent Martin

Theosophical Society of Tulsa

Inaugural Meeting

June 21st, 2015

The newly reformed Tulsa Chapter of the Theosophical Society met for the first time Sunday, June 21st. There were eleven present to help launch the group towards a deeper understanding of Theosophical teachings.  Meetings are scheduled for the 3rd Sunday of each month @ 2:30 at Peace of Mind Books.

July’s meeting will be held on the 4th Sunday (July 26th) due to many members attending the Psychology: Science of the Soul National Conference at The National Theosophical Center in Wheaton, Ill.

The Theosophical Society was founded in New York City in 1875 with the motto, “There is no Religion higher than Truth”

Following are some of the more prominent Theosophical writers:

-Helena Petrovna Blavatsky

-Alice Bailey

-Jiddu Krishnamurti

-Charles Webster Leadbeater

-Annie Besant

 For more info on the Theosophical Society of American go to www.theosophical.org.

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Mixed Blood and a Search for Heritage

*some names have been changed to respect privacy.

I know that this post will offend. Having grown up in once was what was Indian Territory, I am no stranger to the culture of exclusion the native tribes have towards those, like me, who cannot trace their lineage to the rolls. Some writers even claim the government had nothing to do with native families not signing. While that claim may be true for the Cherokee, as research has pointed, it is not true for all tribes. One must have a balanced and educated approach to this in order to understand how exclusionary this is to those of mixed blood.

The Cherokee Nation was and still is a powerful group. They had a highly organized political and educational system decades before their forced removal in the 1800’s. When they relocated to Park Hill in Indian Territory, they brought their schools and government with them. What is now Northeastern State University in Tahlequah, Oklahoma was the first recognized school west of the Mississippi. The tribe had a written language and a powerful organized band of politicians who were able to lobby and partition for tribal rights before many other civilized tribes were ever able to organize. To base all removal ideology on the history of that eastern tribe’s history is erroneous.  But here is where the problem begins.

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Map of Indian Territory

Other tribes did not have a written language or the powerful political machine that the Cherokee had and still have.  They were the farmers of the Mississippi delta. Quiet and unassuming for the most part, instead of fighting their own tribe’s removal, they agreed to the march north and east to Indian Territory. The tribe I am specifically referring to is the Choctaw Nation. The Choctaw entered into treaty after treaty with the U.S. government to secede their lands in Alabama, Louisiana, and Mississippi. Each treaty was broken and subsequently, the first of three forced removals began in October of 1831 and resulted in the Choctaw’s version of the Trail of Tears. Thousands of Choctaw perished on that journey, and once the survivors arrived, they found that white settlers had already claimed the land that they were promised in Arkansas.  They then settled in the southeast corner of what is now Oklahoma.

My own families’ oral tradition concerning our native heritage is scant at best. I remember my father telling me that his great grandmother was part of the Indian Removal, that she was the only survivor of her immediate family, and that she was 16 when she arrived. We, like many others whose ancestors arrived during this time in history, have very little evidence to go on. We have a picture of her, her last name, and the stories that were passed down for us to piece together. And when your lineage is maternal, as mine is, it is most definitely about the white man‘s laws. Women had no rights before 1920 regardless of your bloodlines. If you were female, you could not make decisions for your household. My family is not the only one whose decision regarding the signing of the rolls was made by the white male head of household. In fact, my husband, who is also of native decent that cannot be proven had the same fate befall his father’s family.

I was told as a child that we were Cherokee, and didn’t begin to question this until I was older and had studied tribal history on my own. I was also told that there were no records of our family as being registered on the Cherokee rolls. At the time I was a student at Northeastern State University in Tahlequah (the Cherokee Nation Capital) and spent hundreds of hours in the restricted section looking for anything that would link me to the past I longed for.  Nothing. Just as my dad and my cousins had said. When my own sons began getting older, I revisited my search. By this time, the rolls had been preserved electronically and all one needed was access to the internet to do a search.  I again started with the Cherokee rolls and again nothing. Because I knew that Redbud, Oklahoma in southeastern Oklahoma was where my grandfather was born and raised, I decided to try the Choctaw rolls.  And lo and behold, there was my family surname, Lovelace. In fact, there were five Lovelace’s listed, but none of them were my great-great grandmother.  I can only assume those listed were cousins or aunts or uncles to my great-great grandmother.  And without birth certificates to link the bloodlines, I was out of luck.

But that doesn’t remove the longing I have. And it doesn’t displace the sadness I feel when I go to tribal functions and am considered an outsider.  This began when I was a young girl growing up in the heart of Cherokee country. My family moved to Sequoyah County when I was 6 years-old. All my friends were native and I spent many summers with them as their guest going to gatherings. My oldest sister married a man who was half Cherokee, had two children, and lived with his mother who was a full-blood and spoke Cherokee. When I was 10, I moved in with them to help my sister raise her babies. I spent many hours with her mother-in-law, Marie, who would tell us stories and teach us how to speak a few words and sentences in Cherokee. I was enamored with the culture. To me, it felt unbelievably natural and even as a young child, I knew how honored I was to have this experience. I would go with Jeff’s family to their Indian land; I witnessed my niece and nephew receive their Cherokee names; I went to stomp dances as his guest; and I ate the beans and fry bread that his mom prepared.

When I was 15, my best friend, who is half Cherokee and on the rolls, invited me to go with her to her the gathering of her mother’s clan. Kelsey was gorgeous, being half Cherokee and half Irish, she had long, beautiful blond hair and big brown eyes. When we arrived and jumped out of the back of her brother’s pick-up truck, I remember being excited because there was a ballgame in session, and I loved any kind of team sport. We began walking towards the game. I had already spotted several girls I knew from school and was anxious to join. As we came closer, I noticed the girls moving towards each other, not smiling at us as I was smiling at them. Kelsey was hanging back, and it wasn’t long before I knew why. Zing! Something flew past my head. At first I thought it was a ball and that they were simply inviting us to play. Then I saw it. Each girl had a dirt clod in their hands and were aiming to hit us.  “Cotton hair!” they shouted. By this time I was half way between them and my friend. I couldn’t believe what was happening. Kelsey turned around and headed back towards the truck with tears in her eyes. I was pissed, but knew that I was an outsider and had better go with my friend. “What the hell was that for?” I asked her when I came up. “That’s what they call me and my sister.”

“But that’s Vicki! We play on the same team at school! We eat lunch together!”

“We’re not at school.”

No we were not. We were on their land and we looked “white”.

Kelsey, her sister, and I spent the rest of that day playing in the creek by ourselves. Every now and then a young male would come down and try his best to get our attention, but that hoard of scowling girls were never far behind. And that’s when I got it. It was jealousy. Kelsey was able to traverse both worlds because of the simple way her DNA decided to pronounce itself. She was native, but looked white which afforded her opportunities they felt they were denied.

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The Council Oak Tree in Tulsa, Oklahoma.

When I was 17 my sister’s family moved to Muskogee and I moved back to Tulsa where my mother, father and brother had moved years before. Tulsa was a tribal community long before statehood and takes it’s name from the Creek word “Tulasi,” meaning “old town” in their native language. Less than half a mile from where I work is the Council Oak Tree. This is where tribal leaders from the Five Civilized Tribes would meet each year to discuss business and the Lochapoka (Turtle Clan) continued to use the site as late as 1896 for ceremonies, feasts and games. The area surrounding the tree was turned into the “Creek Nation Council Oak Park” in 1929. Tulsa is a town of mingled heritages. White cattle men and ranchers often intermarrying with local natives.

We relocated to Skiatook, a small town north of Tulsa. And that is where I still live today. Skiatook sits half in Tulsa County and half on Osage land. For those unfamiliar with Native culture, the Osage are a Plains Indian who were forced to abandoned their customs to sit idle and depressed on a reservation. Unlike the Eastern tribes, the Osage were accustomed to moving freely across the expanse of the Great Plains. They were fierce warriors and hunted the bison that roamed America’s bread basket. To say they poised a challenge for the agrarian Eastern Tribes, is an understatement. The attitudes in this part of Oklahoma were very different from what I was used to. First of all, the Osage were very wealthy. The oil boom of the 1920’s had made them rich. Head rights were premium and some even lost their lives for the love of black gold. The Osage families that I went to high school with therefore, were revered. And it was very much a taboo for any white person to join their ceremonies.

It wasn’t long before I befriended a girl named Jessica. Jessica reminded me a lot of Kelsey. She too had native blood (Osage) and long blond hair. Jessica’s family owned a large amount of Osage land making her a wealthy young woman of 17. She drove a new car, had great clothes and always had money to spend on food, beer, or whatever else we needed to have a good time. She was literally a little Indian Princess, or at least acted as such and was treated that way by others in her community.  But here’s the ironic part. Jessica was 1/64th native. But that didn’t seem to matter. She was given access to her heritage and was revered by her community. She had less tribal blood in her entire being than Kelsey had in her big toe.

I find it amusing that anyone who can claim Oklahoma as their native land, cannot claim their native heritage. If you are at least a third generation Oklahoman, chances are you are tribal. The odds that you aren’t, are far too remote. And as for myself, who can trace her family back five generations on both sides, I am Native American. So forgive me if your claims to tribal lore and customs seems a bit thin. You shut out those whose ancestors were unable to sign a piece of paper and give head rights to those who are no more deserving than others who you shun. You say the government had nothing to do with those difficult decisions of signing, as if the climate then was the same as it is now. You actually have fooled yourself into believing that everyone had a choice. They did not. I’m quite sure that if my great-great grandmother would have known that eventually the culture of acceptance would change, she would have, if she could have, signed that document. She would have been counted among her people.

And so would have I.

COSMIC WAVES FORECAST JANUARY 31 THROUGH FEBRUARY 6TH 2014

Chinese New Year opens with a big bang, but no news as to what exactly that will actually look like. There are a number of details revolving around sorting out opportunity in the confusion of stalemates. If you are actively looking for what is really best for the future, you will find it. Intent is very important right now. I think the key to all this will also be what is the undercurrent to how people are thinking. Jupiter is trine to Neptune in Aquarius so this is definitely a time to chime in with a dialogue that promotes well being. Stick to what is really said not twists and turns. You have all week to delve into this or maybe many situations that need consideration with a highlight on February 5th.

Romance is starting to be on some people’s minds and this week will give you some movement in the direction you wish to travel. Be aware that the T Square will not be ignored and some things need to be resolved before going forward. This should not be news to anyone. Even then the fun flirty moments will be just that. But it will give some people a chance to realize they are still desirable as they put down what needs to be changed.

Also be aware that Venus has gone direct today January 31st. This means that personal  negotiations are going to show outcomes soon. If you have been waiting for things to get motivated, they will start to show action this week.

To start in with the events of the week here goes:

Friday, January 31st brings the Chinese New Year. I usually like this holiday because of the fireworks, bravado, costumes and food. This time of winter we need to have a sense of excitement. I also love the chance to wear red! The Moon is in Sidereal Aquarius bringing a feel of good will to our fellow man. Although there will be a number of people (related to the squares and opposition that will not be in a congenial mood). This could be a day to chose wisely who you associate. Some people can bum you out in a moment and that would just not be a good way to start out this week.

Saturday, February 1st a lot of the challenges will be eased and we will be faced with continued study and consideration of one larger issue.  This one will not be settled easily or quickly, but some clarity can definitely be defined today. Last week had us pulled in all kinds of directions but today will seem simpler. Do take time to consider the love factor in your life and help to keep an open mind to those related events.

Sunday, February 2nd is Ground Hog day.  Other cultures consider this to be a more significant day in the turn of the calendar wheel. This is the agrarian time of seeing the first bit of milk in breeding animals. It is energetically a very good time to tune or charge your own internal forces. Today will bring a better focus on who you want to be and how to make that a reality. I plan on a longer than usual meditation session. The Moon has moved into Sidereal Pisces bringing some deep psychic charges your way.  Be extra wary of dream cycles, too.

Monday, February 3rd the Moon will conjunct with Uranus today. With the added square to Jupiter, expect things to get really weird. And things can go any which way with little or no warning. Overall, most things will be fine giving additional focus to what things are different. Go with the flow today as much as possible. But be ready to potentially take a stand on that long festering challenge that is in your world.

Tuesday, February 4th be ready for some stalemates on key issues. This is short lived so if you are not involved directly in the process, catch up on cleaning your desk or primping your work area. Be aware that the status quo is destabilized today.

Wednesday, February 5th Romance may be in more spotlights than ever. While there are some chances that perfection will be lacking, you can definitely see that there is love in the air. If you have done your responsible amicable break from what does not work, you will be very happy you are open to what is before you. The Moon is in Sidereal Aries right now bringing possible rogue independence to normally very bonded type of personalities.

Thursday, February 6th is a continuation of yesterday’s personal freedom announcement. There is a second T Square just for the day setting up potentially a work to hide my fears behavior. The future is unknown and unstable and that is exactly what is craved at this time. Why is it we tend to want just the opposite of what is available to utilize? Expect some fall out events over the next few days. Now if you have been conscientious  about this event, know that the impact will be a energetic release and clearing of the vessel to be ready for the next new wave of connections. I might note that if you have been single and available for a while, go easy on who you are trying to set up connections with. They may be going though some major emotional extremes until they get settled. Like the adage says, “hold on loosely…”.

Blessings and Peace,

Connie Hansen

www.ranischarts.com

The Joy that Heals

I’ve been using a powerful meditation tool for the past week.  It’s not one I personally invented; I was instructed to do this in a class I attend on Wednesday nights through the church.

Here is how it is done.  Go back in your memory as far back as you can, and remember the very first time you experienced joy.  Concentrate on that moment. Visualize as many details as you can surrounding it.  Who were you with? What was the weather like? What time of year was it? Then go deep into that feeling.  You might find that you will begin to tear-up…I did.  Really let the joy you felt as a child settle into your beingness.  Feel it radiate through your heart.  After a few minutes, imagine yourself surrounded by white light.  Then slowly bring yourself back.  You will feel better… I promise.

The memory I chose was a favorite of mine. I was 3 years-old. It was mid- March, Spring would begin in 2 days. I remember seeing the whitish-grey clouds outside the kitchen window. I remember looking up at my mother who was measuring out the ingredients for a lemon meringue pie. She pulled a chair up to the counter for me to climb up on.  I was her helper. I remember the little blue Pyrex mixing bowl she was separating the egg yolks into.  They looked like little yellow suns in the bottom of that bowl, and we started singing “You Are My Sunshine”.  And to me, that is exactly what my mother was at that time in my life. My whole universe revolved around her.mom's mixing bowls

I can remember these details because we were making the pies for my dad. It was his birthday, March 19th, and this was our tradition. One I continued on for years, even after his death.  I was the lucky child who was able to spend the first four years of my life at home by myself with my mom.  None of my sisters or brother was able to do this; there was always another sibling there to vie for her attention.  But not me.  Born 7 years after the older sisters and five years before the younger brother; she was all mine.

And I never realized any of this until I began using the meditation.  I began seeing my childhood differently.  I see my mother differently now.  I have this new security inside me that was lost before and it has made me stronger.  It has healed me from traumas that were to come along later in my life.  By going back to that moment when I felt absolute love and purest joy, I am able to overcome sorrow and loss.   My joy is now my shield to protect me from any negativity.

Once I began using it, others could feel it radiate from me, and they began to change as well.  And if you decide to use this technique, you may find that some reactions to your new presence are somewhat surprising.  It was explained to me thusly;  joy radiates at a higher frequency which may cause negative thoughts and feelings to surface in those around you.  You know how polar opposites attract?  Well, the joy in you acts as a magnet pulling  pain and sorrow up to the surface.  People  may come to you to help them through a situation because they sense somehow you can help.  Surround yourself in that same white light and arm yourself with joy when dealing with them.  Bless them, say a prayer for them or with them, then release it.

And after you have used your specific memory one for a week or so, find a second memory to use; then another, then another.   Pretty soon you will have built an arsenal of joy to combat any negativity in this sometimes overwhelming world of stress and worry.

Namaste.

First Attempt Successful?

 

It is currently 65 degrees and sunny here in Tulsa.  Fall is here. Got on my wooly socks and turtleneck sweater …how can it get any better than this?

I must keep asking myself that.  If I stop and allow my toe to dip in the waters of regret…even for a moment…I will drown.  Stupid Oklahoma weather.

After spending countless hours over the past two months working on a special event that I was coordinating between the Church of Holistic Science and dontevergo.com, Mother Nature decided to throw a jealous hissy fit yesterday.  We knew there was always a chance that the weather would turn on us…but I am nothing if not an eternal optimist and thought, “We can tough it out. A little drizzle and cooler temperatures won’t dampen our spirits or our mission.”  We were not prepared for freezing 25 MPH winds and sleet.

Daniel Contreras, founder of dontevergo.com and myself had been organizing this event to bring together Ministers, Natural-Paths, Nutritionists, Massage Therapists, Life Coaches, Musicians, other Healers and like-minded individuals to promote Suicide Prevention and raise Mental Health Awareness. Our mission was to share alternative treatments for mood disorders and to raise awareness in general.  The initial response we had for the idea was overwhelming.  Fifteen vendors and several local musicians all volunteered to come out and do lectures, acupuncture, massage, reiki, drum, sing, and meditate all in support of this, in my humble opinion, very worthwhile cause.

Another important issue in understanding how this all went down is the weather in our state.  For all of you who do not live in Oklahoma, you must understand how wild it is to live in a climate where the temperature can and will plunge 80 degrees in 2 hours.  Yes, you read that right…80 degrees…I believe the record is 82 degrees over a four hour period.  We live in a geographical area where high and low pressure fronts fight for dominance over our heads, resulting in the most extreme weather in the world.  Meteorologists from all over the globe come to Oklahoma to study the weather here.  True story.  So even though the forecast called for precipitation, you can honestly just never tell what will happen.  So we decided to toughen it out…the energy had been built up… and to be honest…I didn’t want to reschedule.  For one reason, the further we get into Fall, the more likely it is that we will be hit with an ice storm.

I arrived at 6:00 a.m. to pitch our tent which would act as the check in spot for all vendors.  By 7:00 a.m. I was receiving emails and texts from vendors and lectures alike who were not willing to brave the cold.  By 8:00 a.m.,  it starts to sleet which is odd for this early in the year, even for Oklahoma.  But, by 9:00 others began to show. My husband (God bless his heart) sent me a text, “People are showing! You are going to have an event after all!!”  Yeah!!  We ended up with 10 vendors who showed. And I cannot show enough appreciation to those who did.  However, “mom” was jealous and those temps kept plunging after the sleet ceased its assault…and then the winds began to blow.  Those lyrics, “O-O-O-O-klahoma, where the winds come sweeping down the plains…” it really is more of a tearing…but I digress… the lectures get started an hour later than scheduled due to the late arrival of some and the cancellation of others, but most everyone was able to speak.  Our line up was fabulous:

10:30                     “Massage for Depression” by Indira Allfree, LMT

11:00 a.m.          “Brain Fitness Strategies” with Susan Phariss

11:30 a.m.          “Nutritional Approach to Mood Disorders”,by Michelle Smith

12:00 p.m.          “Synergistics” Dr. Diane Doty

12:30 p.m.          “Acupuncture for Emotional Well-Being” by, Merut Williams,  MS; ADS

1:00 p.m.             Meditation with Guru Darshan Singh

2:30 p.m.            “Herbal Remedies for Mood Disorders”

3:00 p.m.            “School of Metaphysics” Jillian Marie

We were able to get through the first five, and all would hSchool of Metaphysicsave had a chance had not a spectacular gust of wind literally ripped the tent up from the ground!!  After that, everyone kinda decided that was a good enough sign for them that it was time to go.

Daniel went around and explained that it was just too much for some to stay and continue to battle the elements.  Everyone was very understanding and gracious about the whole thing.  This was a first attempt and I learned SO much from doing it this year…which I keep telling myself was worth doing in the first place.  The store that the church owns, Peace of Mind Books, sold a few books and scarves, so it wasn’t a complete loss for them financially… if the weather had only cooperated.  We are, however, determined to do this again next year.  Only this time, with a built in rain date!!

Other supporters who weren’t on the lecture circuit also need mentioning for coming out; Keith Moyo and the Moyo Tribe for the great beats! Kyle from the School of Metaphysics, Jaylene Johnston- a wonderful healer, Phyllis Arnet- Life Coach Strategist, Tulsa’s Local Chapter of BACA,  Tulsa Fire and Rescue, Kristin from Whole Foods, and Anna for bringing her hand-wrapped gemstones.  Thank you all again and again!!

We are currently working upstairs opening up more space to host classes, lectures and workshops,  so I will be gathering the forces again soon!

Until then, many blessings!!!