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Everything animate and inanimate has within it a spirit dimension and communicates in that dimension to those who can listen.

Just been visiting the Navajos and Hopis with Jerome Bernstein . They want him to come back. “We have been waiting for you” they said. “We have been listening to you listen, and we think you can hear us.”

I am at the computer. Looking for a treat I went to Noetic Sciences. This site never disappoints. I took home “On the Borderland” by Jerome Bernstein. The Borderland is what the author, an educator and analyst, calls the psychic space where we seem to be reconnecting with Nature. He shares this experience:

“One hot Summer Day in 1975 I was standing alone at the edge of a mesa at Old Oraibi on the Hopi Indian Reservation in Arizona. As I looked out at the vast expanse of the desert below me I imagined I could smell the ancient ocean that once covered the beauty that lay before me. To the West was the majesty of the still snow-capped San Francisco Peaks above Flagstaff. In the exquisite quiet of the moment I felt a presence. I looked up and saw two golden eagles flying towards me. They swooped down within a few feet of my head, and, wings almost touching, flew together in a circle around me, as if they were doing a dance. They circled me three or four times, then flew off together to the west., disappearing into the brilliant horizon. I felt that their presence honored me and that I had been brought there to that place in that moment, to honor them.

And in that moment I felt the mystery that was unfolding my life to me.”

Borderline [read: Borderland] people, says Jerome Bernstein, feel (not feel about) the extinction of species; they feel (not feel about) the plight of animals. Virtually all of them are highly sensitive on a bodily level. They experience the rape of the land in their bodies. They psychically, and sometimes physically, gasp at the poisoning of the atmosphere. Often they suffer from ‘environmental illness’. Add to this ‘they feel (not feel about) the agony of a tree being cut or hacked at or confined in too small a space.’ It seems many of us are of the borderline tribe and not ‘just crazy’ as we might have thought.

In the same article we meet Carl Gorman, a Navajo Native, Founding Director of the Native Healing Sciences, of which I hope to find out more. Meanwhile, as things do come to me in strange and wonderful coincidences, I have a Navajo sand painting “Yei – walks in the path of beauty and enriches one.”

  2 Responses to “On the Borderland”

  1. Thank you for posting this information about my book. One suggestion: beginning of next to last sentence, you write: Borderline people, says Jerome Bernstein. It should say, Borderland people.

  2. sometimes it feels like borderline. There’s a place to talk about it now.