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Saturday, December 5, 2009

Wall of Honor in Illinois gallery pays tribute to Indian veterans

Wall of Honor in Illinois gallery pays tribute to Indian veterans

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Joe Yazzie, a Vietnam veteran, is the artist-in-residence at the Trickster Gallery, the only Indian-operated art institute in Illinois. (Chicago Tribune photo)

Joe Yazzie, a Vietnam veteran, is the artist-in-residence at the Trickster Gallery, the only Indian-operated art institute in Illinois. (Chicago Tribune photo)



Earlier today, we blogged about the objections to a memorial honoring Medal of Honor winners that unfortunately was erected on the site of a Native American village. Some groups would like to see the memorial moved to a different part of Los Angeles.

From the Chicago area comes a much more upbeat story, about the recently opened Native American Wall of Honor at Trickster Gallery.

As this Chicago Tribune story reports, it’s the second memorial to American Indian veterans in the Midwest. And, Trickster is the only arts institute in Illinois operated by Native Americans.

Joe Yazzie is the artist-in-residence this year. His stint as the gallery is fitting, given his military background: Yazzie, who grew up in New Mexico, is an Army veteran, while his brother Harold served in the Marines.

“It’s just in our blood,” he tells the Tribune. “We want to be warriors, and we tend to join the military.”

In fact, some of Yazzie’s family members are on the Wall of Honor.

“Right here, this guy, he’s my grandfather,” he tells the Tribune’s Dan Simmons, pointing to a framed photo of 37 Navajo scouts who served as military police alongside Army forces during the late-1800s campaign against Geronimo.

“And this guy here, that’s my uncle Frank,” he says, pointing to another photo on the wall of Navajo code talkers.

Some of Yazzie’s paintings feature veterans and military themes.

“They could have been doctors or lawyers,” he says of those killed in various wars. “They could have discovered things to improve our lives. But they sacrificed. Ever since, I’ve had this guilty feeling. Why them and not me?”

Gwen Florio


A man takes a nap near a war memorial to be unveiled at Father Serra Park in downtown Los Angeles. (Christina House / For the Los Angeles Times)

A man takes a nap near a war memorial to be unveiled at Father Serra Park in downtown Los Angeles. (Christina House / For the Los Angeles Times)


A memorial honoring the nearly 30,000 recipients of the nation’s highest military award, the Medal of Honor, is to be unveiled today in Los Angeles. But on Monday, representatives of those who say the memorial is built on the site of an ancient Native American village will go to court and seek to have the memorial removed.

Robert Garcia is the attorney suing the city on behalf of the Concerned Citizens for South Central Los Angeles, the El Pueblo Park Association, the Tongva Indian Ancestral Territorial Tribal Nation and a descendant of one of the city’s 44 original families

“We support Medal of Honor recipients and we believe they should be honored in an appropriate way at an appropriate place,” said Robert Garcia tells the Los Angeles Times, here. “Father Serra Park is not the right place, and this monument there is not the right way.”

The Times’ Seema Mehta writes that Garcia contends that because of its military connections, the monument is objectionable to Serra, the Catholic founder of the missions, and the Native Americans, who often were the victims of American forces.

Gwen Florio

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Buffalohair Living near a Galactic Burger Joint

Living near a Galactic Burger Joint

Posted in Paranormal and Bump in the Night with tags , , , , , , , on December 3, 2009 by buffalohair

For many people living in the southern reaches of Utah and Colorado the news of cattle mutilations comes as no surprise. Since the 60’s accounting’s of animal mutilations has been common among ranchers. Along with a wide variety of encounters by stellar visitors this region has always been a hot bed of phenomena’s of all kinds. From abductions, sightings, mutes and a gambit of other types of encounters, I’ve heard myriad of tales and experienced a few of them as well.

The bottom line is, yup space dudes are out there and they have been for centuries. Apparently some of these celestial vato’s have chummed around with some earthlings for quite some time now. From medieval paintings and accounting’s apparently they have chosen to ally themselves with the so called elite class including kings and rulers. It is interesting to note European rulers and elite class kept the common man separated from this wealth of knowledge for centuries. On the other hand tribal people from around the world have known of space travelers both good and bad since time immemorial. Much of the Earthly populations are still kept in total darkness about this reality these days making them a perfect target for some slick talking stellar being in a shiny ship. Imagine some space dork telling you he is your G*D or something. He ain’t my G*D and it would not be the first time I told one of them ego based life forms the contrary.

I know there are many different visitors, some are good and some are not so good. But for the most part they have the same quagmire of emotions as us. Ego, greed, love and compassion are just a few of the attributes they share with their Earth Bound friends. Granted they can fidget with atoms and zip through worm holes with their fancy gadgets but it’s all mechanically explainable and not from the realm of the supernatural or the spirit world. Their “magic” is nothing more than a blend of mechanics in future tense. Manipulating brain waves as well as advanced technology are really nothing more than parlor tricks in the grand scheme of things. So they have cool goodies that zip them from one galaxy to another. Oh boy, they know the secrets of the universe. Actually there are not secrets, we are simply too primitive to utilize or understand them. That’s all we need is for a corporation to discover the so called secrets of the universe only to find a way to make a profit from it. Humanity would continue to take a back seat proving exactly how primitive we really are. Planet Earth, ruled by the Money G*D, oy vey!

Experiencing what I have over my lifetime I can safely say there are two types of so called paranormal accounts. One is with space dudes and the other is with spirits. Space dudes are much like us since they are only as privy to the spirit world as we are. Spirits within the realm of the spirit world are a completely different entity and no matter how much advanced technology space people use they are still not privy to the spirit world. Some space travelers are very well aware of the spirit world and walk in a good way while others are solely into technology. In reality from a tribal point of view, there is no paranormal in the first place since we walk with the spirit world on a daily basis. Space guys are bunched up in the same heap as us humans since they are no better than us and wracked with the same ills and frailties. They just have fancier toys.

Stories from all tribal cultures speak of both good and bad space folks and medicine people have dealt with them and spirits with great success. Kings and rulers have coveted their connection with space dudes solely for the purpose of world domination likened to the new world order we are experiencing today. There is no question these rulers have sided with travelers who were less than noble at best. If these alien beings were so benevolent then why did they side with tyranny and material lusting fools? Surely if these guys were “all that” they would not have shared technology with these petty kings and presidents. So I venture to say when the time comes that governments reveal their connection with alien beings I will not be impressed since I already know they are hanging out with “Boneheads from Space”.

After speaking with professionals from various nations it is clear I am not the only one who is totally aware of this alien deal though. Miyuki Hatoyama, the wife of Japans prime minister had the courage to speak out about her abduction by stellar travelers. From Marine Corp fighter pilots to first responders I’ve heard stories that would wow the imagination by the intensity of their alien encounters. Locals in my region experienced many different encounters but for fear of ridicule by the press they say little in the public sector. Fact is most of what we see and experience is rarely shared with the outside world. A few months ago a *friend had one of his cows mutilated not 100 miles from the latest mutilation in the **San Luis Valley, Colorado. That garnered national attention though. The first mutilation I saw was in 1977 and no one said a word since we were experiencing a rash of mutilations but did not want to be labeled as crack pots. Funny part about these mutilations was the fact there were no flies or coyote tracks around the dead animals. They rotted away without any animals eating on the carcass.

The reality of this alien invasion should be a no brainer since they have been here for thousands of years now. There are way more beings than the standard gray’s and brown’s I might add. Many are poised here on Earth for an event that will definitely get non believers attention. This is the message I was given on more than one occasion and I know others were given this tidbit of info as well. Funny part about all this is the fact it’s all been recorded and prophesied over the millennium by many ancient cultures and is a very real part of traditional teachings in coping with good and evil. In accepting the fact there is visitors from other worlds, dimensions or whatever here on Earth one must realize that they come on all shapes and sizes. Some even look like us. Most important issue should be if they are good or bad, not if they exist. A district judge came up with another theorem that I found intriguing since he was convinced these people were not from space at all. His contention was that they were from Earth, possibly an advanced civilization from several ice ages ago. Regardless of origin there are good entities and bad ones. If they actually are from Earth that does not change the fact they are still Boneheads if they chose to share their technology with corrupt people.

Knowing we are living in the time of change it is easy to draw a conclusion that the dynamics of world change will take on a new dimension as we come to realize we are not alone. As nature revolts while Ma Earth cleanses herself of all that causes her discomfort it is heartening to know that good also has its allies (space or Earth bound) to assist mankind when the crappola hits the fan. The harbingers of world domination and greed who’ve allied themselves with beings of an equally fetid nature will ultimately be defeated for it is written, “The meek shall inherit the Earth”. In my culture it is said after the Earth has cleansed herself of all that causes her discomfort a new tribe will emerge from the ashes of humanity past. So don’t be too impressed by space or any other dudes sporting spiffy junk since they will be in the same pot as us during the time of change. The good guys will be doing good things for those who can see while the bad dudes guide their followers down the path to their own demise. After all, this is prophecy.

Personally I could give a flying crappola where these guys come from since evil is evil regardless of their mailing address. In a way I can see the judges’ point since why would any truly benevolent being want to hang out here with us buttheads anyway? We lie, steal, rape and continue to murder people for material wealth and land in a thinly veiled mask of religion or patriotism. Surely an advanced culture from a distant star would not care to stop in and share their knowledge with the likes of us. So just maybe these so called stellar beings did come from a distant civilization in Earths past. That would explain why they have not evolved past war, ego, pettiness and greed that prevailed for the last few thousand years. It would explain why they chose to share their technology with bogus kings, rulers and presidents for they are no better. But if by chance they traveled a zillion light-years to visit our hopelessly corrupt planet you have to ask them, “How far beyond stupid are you?”

And one more thing while I’m thinking about it,

“Go to Burger King eh”

* http://pravda.us/society/anomal/27-11-2009/110783-cattle_mutilation-0

** http://www.chieftain.com/articles/2009/11/26/news/local/doc4b0e0598ecb82177925756.txt

Your Devil’s Advocate

Buffalohair

Buffalohair Living near a Galactic Burger Joint


Living near a Galactic Burger Joint



Posted in Paranormal and Bump in the Night with tags Alien Encounters, cattle mutilation, Earth Changes, Paranormal, Spirit World, supernatural, Time of Change, UFO’s on December 3, 2009 by buffalohair





For many people living in the southern reaches of Utah and Colorado the news of cattle mutilations comes as no surprise. Since the 60’s accounting’s of animal mutilations has been common among ranchers. Along with a wide variety of encounters by stellar visitors this region has always been a hot bed of phenomena’s of all kinds. From abductions, sightings, mutes and a gambit of other types of encounters, I’ve heard myriad of tales and experienced a few of them as well.



The bottom line is, yup space dudes are out there and they have been for centuries. Apparently some of these celestial vato’s have chummed around with some earthlings for quite some time now. From medieval paintings and accounting’s apparently they have chosen to ally themselves with the so called elite class including kings and rulers. It is interesting to note European rulers and elite class kept the common man separated from this wealth of knowledge for centuries. On the other hand tribal people from around the world have known of space travelers both good and bad since time immemorial. Much of the Earthly populations are still kept in total darkness about this reality these days making them a perfect target for some slick talking stellar being in a shiny ship. Imagine some space dork telling you he is your G*D or something. He ain’t my G*D and it would not be the first time I told one of them ego based life forms the contrary.



I know there are many different visitors, some are good and some are not so good. But for the most part they have the same quagmire of emotions as us. Ego, greed, love and compassion are just a few of the attributes they share with their Earth Bound friends. Granted they can fidget with atoms and zip through worm holes with their fancy gadgets but it’s all mechanically explainable and not from the realm of the supernatural or the spirit world. Their “magic” is nothing more than a blend of mechanics in future tense. Manipulating brain waves as well as advanced technology are really nothing more than parlor tricks in the grand scheme of things. So they have cool goodies that zip them from one galaxy to another. Oh boy, they know the secrets of the universe. Actually there are not secrets, we are simply too primitive to utilize or understand them. That’s all we need is for a corporation to discover the so called secrets of the universe only to find a way to make a profit from it. Humanity would continue to take a back seat proving exactly how primitive we really are. Planet Earth, ruled by the Money G*D, oy vey!



Experiencing what I have over my lifetime I can safely say there are two types of so called paranormal accounts. One is with space dudes and the other is with spirits. Space dudes are much like us since they are only as privy to the spirit world as we are. Spirits within the realm of the spirit world are a completely different entity and no matter how much advanced technology space people use they are still not privy to the spirit world. Some space travelers are very well aware of the spirit world and walk in a good way while others are solely into technology. In reality from a tribal point of view, there is no paranormal in the first place since we walk with the spirit world on a daily basis. Space guys are bunched up in the same heap as us humans since they are no better than us and wracked with the same ills and frailties. They just have fancier toys.



Stories from all tribal cultures speak of both good and bad space folks and medicine people have dealt with them and spirits with great success. Kings and rulers have coveted their connection with space dudes solely for the purpose of world domination likened to the new world order we are experiencing today. There is no question these rulers have sided with travelers who were less than noble at best. If these alien beings were so benevolent then why did they side with tyranny and material lusting fools? Surely if these guys were “all that” they would not have shared technology with these petty kings and presidents. So I venture to say when the time comes that governments reveal their connection with alien beings I will not be impressed since I already know they are hanging out with “Boneheads from Space”.

After speaking with professionals from various nations it is clear I am not the only one who is totally aware of this alien deal though. Miyuki Hatoyama, the wife of Japans prime minister had the courage to speak out about her abduction by stellar travelers. From Marine Corp fighter pilots to first responders I’ve heard stories that would wow the imagination by the intensity of their alien encounters. Locals in my region experienced many different encounters but for fear of ridicule by the press they say little in the public sector. Fact is most of what we see and experience is rarely shared with the outside world. A few months ago a *friend had one of his cows mutilated not 100 miles from the latest mutilation in the **San Luis Valley, Colorado. That garnered national attention though. The first mutilation I saw was in 1977 and no one said a word since we were experiencing a rash of mutilations but did not want to be labeled as crack pots. Funny part about these mutilations was the fact there were no flies or coyote tracks around the dead animals. They rotted away without any animals eating on the carcass.



The reality of this alien invasion should be a no brainer since they have been here for thousands of years now. There are way more beings than the standard gray’s and brown’s I might add. Many are poised here on Earth for an event that will definitely get non believers attention. This is the message I was given on more than one occasion and I know others were given this tidbit of info as well. Funny part about all this is the fact it’s all been recorded and prophesied over the millennium by many ancient cultures and is a very real part of traditional teachings in coping with good and evil. In accepting the fact there is visitors from other worlds, dimensions or whatever here on Earth one must realize that they come on all shapes and sizes. Some even look like us. Most important issue should be if they are good or bad, not if they exist. A district judge came up with another theorem that I found intriguing since he was convinced these people were not from space at all. His contention was that they were from Earth, possibly an advanced civilization from several ice ages ago. Regardless of origin there are good entities and bad ones. If they actually are from Earth that does not change the fact they are still Boneheads if they chose to share their technology with corrupt people.



Knowing we are living in the time of change it is easy to draw a conclusion that the dynamics of world change will take on a new dimension as we come to realize we are not alone. As nature revolts while Ma Earth cleanses herself of all that causes her discomfort it is heartening to know that good also has its allies (space or Earth bound) to assist mankind when the crappola hits the fan. The harbingers of world domination and greed who’ve allied themselves with beings of an equally fetid nature will ultimately be defeated for it is written, “The meek shall inherit the Earth”. In my culture it is said after the Earth has cleansed herself of all that causes her discomfort a new tribe will emerge from the ashes of humanity past. So don’t be too impressed by space or any other dudes sporting spiffy junk since they will be in the same pot as us during the time of change. The good guys will be doing good things for those who can see while the bad dudes guide their followers down the path to their own demise. After all, this is prophecy.



Personally I could give a flying crappola where these guys come from since evil is evil regardless of their mailing address. In a way I can see the judges’ point since why would any truly benevolent being want to hang out here with us buttheads anyway? We lie, steal, rape and continue to murder people for material wealth and land in a thinly veiled mask of religion or patriotism. Surely an advanced culture from a distant star would not care to stop in and share their knowledge with the likes of us. So just maybe these so called stellar beings did come from a distant civilization in Earths past. That would explain why they have not evolved past war, ego, pettiness and greed that prevailed for the last few thousand years. It would explain why they chose to share their technology with bogus kings, rulers and presidents for they are no better. But if by chance they traveled a zillion light-years to visit our hopelessly corrupt planet you have to ask them, “How far beyond stupid are you?”



And one more thing while I’m thinking about it,



“Go to Burger King eh”



* http://pravda.us/society/anomal/27-11-2009/110783-cattle_mutilation-0



** http://www.chieftain.com/articles/2009/11/26/news/local/doc4b0e0598ecb82177925756.txt



Your Devil’s Advocate



Buffalohair

Monday, November 30, 2009

NPR True Story about J.C. High Eagle (Cherokee)

NPR True Story about J.C. High Eagle an engineer for Apollo missions at NASA

The Eagle Soars / Jay O’Callahan

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At the age of five, J.C. High Eagle had a vision – he would someday help Americans travel to the moon. Against great odds, the Oklahoma Cherokee Indian’s vision came true and J.C. High Eagle became an engineer for Apollo missions at NASA, the nation’s space agency. Renowned storyteller Jay O’Callahan tells the story of J.C. High Eagle. It’s part of Jay’s larger work, commissioned by NASA for its 50th anniversary, called Forged in the Stars. (15:35)

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The Eagle Soars

YOUNG: It’s Living on Earth, I’m Jeff Young.

CURWOOD: And I’m Steve Curwood.

[Apollo 11 lift off]

CURWOOD: When NASA – the National Aeronautics and Space Administration – was preparing to celebrate its 50th anniversary, it handed storyteller Jay O’Callahan a mission: write a love letter to the space agency. Well, it took 18 months, 30 books, 40 interviews, a course in Astronomy, and a thousand pages of emails and transcription. But now Jay has come up with what might be the most researched love letter ever, which he calls “Forged in the Stars.” Jay O’Callahan joins me now in our studio. Hi, Jay.

O’CALLAHAN: Hi Steve!

CURWOOD: So, what got you interested in space exploration to begin with?

O’CALLAHAN: I’ve grown up with it, as has much of my generation. But I also lost a deep interest like much of my generation. And when I got the commission, and began to take this course in astronomy so I can see, I can see Saturn. I talked to a professor at Harvard. He said, ‘I’m so excited we can see the rings of Saturn as clearly as the grooves in a record.’ Well, it kind of let me expand and realize we as a human race are expanding, and we haven’t caught up with it. I’m so intrigued that when Armstrong and Aldrin went around the earth after landing on the moon people would run up, and they would never say, ‘You did it,’ –’We did it! We did it!’ The sense of this is humanity’s achievement and perhaps it can help pull us together.

CURWOOD: You get the commission, how do you go about doing the research for this story?

O’CALLAHAN: NASA was very helpful. My boss, Ed Hoffman – we went down to Houston together and interviews were set up. A lot of interviews with very different people: people responsible for food, people responsible for the chairs the astronauts sit in, for engineering; so a lot of interviews. And then, we’re going off to Jet Propulsion Laboratory, and I thought, ‘This is going to be boring.’ These people were responsible for robots – unmanned space, they were fascinating, they were passionate! It was one of the things that struck me, these people were passionate. Almost every person said, ‘I love working here, I’m so lucky to have this job, I dreamed about this as a kid!’ So that passion, I think helped me become passionate about their work and wanting to tell their story.

CURWOOD: Well, I understand you’re now going to perform an excerpt from “Forged in the Stars” for us. What are we going to hear?

O’CALLAHAN: You’re going to hear about a young man, who had a vision. And I love that he had a vision because for thousands of years it’s been this vision of maybe we could go there, maybe we could go to the moon, maybe beyond. And this is a five-year-old boy who has a vision and you’ll see in the story he’s encouraged. He’s not written off – go out and play. He’s listened to, and he pursues the vision.

In 1948, in a working-class neighborhood in Oklahoma City, a five-year-old boy ran into the kitchen, he said, ‘Mom, I heard a voice.’
‘A voice?’
‘Yes, it was coming from way up by the sun, it said I was going to have something to do with getting people to the Moon!’
And she said, ‘That’s a vision.’ And she said that because they were Cherokee, Osage. She said, ‘You’re going to have to work for the vision.’ Working meant being good at mathematics and physics.
His name was J. C. High Eagle–that was his Cherokee name. His name in the white world was Jerry Elliot. He did well in high school.
Then, J.C. High Eagle, 1961, went to the University of Oklahoma, 18, excited – physics, mathematics! And, he found a lot of students didn’t want him there.
‘What’s the Indian kid doin’ here?’
A lot of professors didn’t want him.
‘You’re a fine young man, but see nature hands out gifts indiscriminately, and your people don’t have, well, the mental wherewithal to be engineers, scientists. You’re wasting your time.’
He was hurt, but he had the vision and he stayed with it. He did very well. In 1966, J.C. High Eagle decided to go to graduate school – physics, mathematics! But, there was no money. Stepfather had died, his mother was working.
So, this young man, J.C. High Eagle went down – this is Norman, Oklahoma – to the police station.
‘I want to be a policeman.’ They gave him a test. He scored as high as anyone has ever scored. He became a full-time policeman and a deputy sheriff. That meant he could take two courses a semester. Nine o’clock, ten o’clock was Electrical Engineering. He wore his uniform with a loaded gun to class. But, it was Oklahoma.
One day, his mother called and said, ‘There’s a telegram.’
‘Open it, Mom.’
‘It’s from the army – you have to report for your draft physical.’ He passed. She called again.
‘Another telegram for you.’
‘Open it.’
‘You’ve got to report to boot camp in 15 days –Vietnam. Ca—call your grandfather.’ J.C. called his grandfather – wise old man. Called him at his wheat farm.
‘Granddad, J.C. I’m going to boot camp in 15 days.’
‘They won’t take you.’
‘Oh, no. I got the piece of paper.’
‘I don’t believe in paper. They won’t take you. Had a hard time getting the calf born last night. [Laughs] I had to hitch the tractor up!’
‘Granddad, I’m going to boot camp.’
‘They won’t take you. Let me tell you about last night! [Laughs]‘ His granddad went on and on, J.C. was furious. Hung up, called his mom:
‘He didn’t listen to me, said they wouldn’t take me. Went on and on about a calf.’
‘He’s my – my father. I’m with him.’ J.C. was furious; the two people he trusted didn’t listen to him! 15 days, 14, 13,12, 11, 10. On the tenth day, there was an angry drunk. He got a backpack, they arrested the drunk, and the drunk said to J.C. High Eagle, ‘Arrest me, I will kill you.’ They arrested him.

Jay O’Callahan (Beverly Hall Photography)


They found out the drunk had been released from Macalister after serving 30 years for killing a man. The drunk paid his fine, he was off.
Nine days, eight days. On the eighth day a letter came to the police station. The drunk was going to get J.C. High Eagle. So, J.C. is looking over his shoulder.
Seven days, six days. The sixth day he finished class, 11 o’clock, Electrical Engineering – walked down the corridor, several students are waiting outside the Dean’s office. And there on the bulletin board – NASA interviewing today!
J.C. got in line, said to the student, ‘What do you got?’
‘You got to have a NASA application, a government application, and your resume. They won’t talk to you if you don’t.’ There’s no time to get that. The line melts down, J.C. steps in. The NASA man is packing his briefcase.
He looks at this cop, ‘What can I do for you, officer?’
‘I want to put people on the moon.’ He looks at this cop.
‘I’m working my way through graduate school.’
‘Well, listen; I got a plane to catch. Write down your phone number there, your name. Don’t call us, we’ll call you.’ The NASA man is off. Five days, four days. His mother calls.
‘J.C., a man, Bernie Goodwin, from NASA, he said he talked to you. You ought to call him right now. Here’s the phone number.’
He calls, ‘Mr. Goodwin, J.C. High Eagle.’
‘You’re a bright young man. I checked on your record, you’re brilliant. You got fire, we need people like you. In fact, we want you to work for us. Monday morning, Manned Space Center, Houston.’
‘I can’t.’
‘Why? The draft?’
‘Yes, sir, the draft.’
‘Well, you’re a policeman; you know possession is nine tenths of the law. You come, we possess you. Who runs the draft there?’
‘We have a colonel.’
‘Well, we have a general. Our general will talk to your colonel. Monday morning, Manned Space Center.’
‘Yes, sir!’ J.C. High Eagle, tells his mother.
She says, ‘Call your grandfather.’ He calls his grandfather.
‘Granddad –’
‘I told you they wouldn’t take you.’ J.C. High Eagle gets his guitar, borrows his mom’s car and he heads to Houston. And he’s thinking, ‘Granddad must have negotiated a different fate for me with the Creator.’
Nine o’clock monday morning he is hired as an engineer at NASA.
A few weeks go by. Chris Craft, who becomes the famed flight director, comes over with a big cigar and says to J.C., ‘How do you like it here, son?’
‘I love it! I love the responsibility, but one thing, sir…’
‘What’s that?’
‘I’m used to reading books to learn what I should – what should I read?’
‘Son, we don’t read books here, we write them.’
Soon enough, J.C. High Eagle is writing the Aegena Systems Handbook. J.C. High Eagle is an engineer in Flight Control Center for all the Apollo missions, for astronauts landing on the moon. He has achieved his vision. And there’s a coda. Apollo 13 is about to lift off, and J.C. High Eagle gets another paper. This is for jury duty in Houston. He goes down to Houston. Nobody gets out of jury duty with Judge Singleton.
There’s a pregnant woman saying, ‘Your honor, I’m pregnant.’
‘The baby will wait. And what’s your excuse?’
‘It’s not an excuse, your honor. I’m the lead – the lead retrofire officer for Apollo 13.
‘What’s a retrofire officer?’
‘I calculate the reentry of the command module. If it’s too steep, they burn up. If it’s too shallow, they flip off, they do not come back.’
‘I don’t usually make exceptions. I’ll make an exception in this case if you do me a favor.’
‘Yes, sir?’
‘Bring them back alive.’
‘Yes, sir!’
Apollo 13 lifts off. It goes up and up, it’s two hundred thousand miles up. All is fine. J.C. High Eagle finishes his shift at Flight Control Center, goes out, gets in his car, turns on the radio. There’s been an accident in space.
Turns the car around, runs into Flight Control Center. Men are running around, some men are crying, something very serious has happened. They’re not sure what.
And somebody says, ‘They’ve got to abort.’
‘No!’ said J.C. ‘No! Don’t abort!’ He’s afraid the engine may be damaged. And if they do a u-turn in the command module, he’s afraid the engine won’t get them back.
He says, ‘No, you’ve got to slingshot them around the moon! Use the gravity of the moon to help slingshot them back to the earth.’
J.C. High Eagle helps get people to the moon and helps them get back to Earth. He’s achieved his vision.

[MUSIC]

CURWOOD: Wow, Jay, that was great! I never heard of J.C. High Eagle before. What was he like when you interviewed him?

O’CALLAHAN: He was very warm and looked very young to me. Of course, he was in his early-20s when he was hired, and he worked 40 years as an engineer there. He was very warm. He was cleaning out his mother’s house in Oklahoma City – she had died. And we had a wonderful time together. He told me this story that I’ve told you as we were driving downtown. Then we got back, I said, ‘I’d better record this. Tell this again, J.C.!’ And every since, I’ve been emailing about this detail, that detail. And just recently he told me how hard it was at the University when people didn’t want him. So, we’ve become old friends.

CURWOOD: So, how did doing the background research for this story, and putting it together, change your views about space exploration?

O’CALLAHAN: Changed my views in a number of ways. February 14th, 1990, Voyager II was beyond Pluto and took a photo of our solar system. And in that solar system, Earth is a speck. And I was fascinated that we are so small and so precious.
And I, like many of the astronauts, was struck by the fact that we can see Earth from a distance. And perhaps, if that sinks down deep into all of us, we’ll begin to realize it’s finite, it’s precious. And we’ve got to – we’ve got act to take care of it. So, that was a huge change. Another one was the beauty – the beauty of the solar system. I feel very close to Europa – it’s a moon of Jupiter. And Europa has a crust of ice, but there may be a salt sea, maybe life.
Now, that’s so fascinating to me. That this adventure’s produced surprises, scientists were not aware of these surprises. So, the beauty. And finally, the fact that we are – we are reaching out into the universe. It’s never happened.
In the last 50 years we have reached, and at this moment as we speak, the Voyagers are close to leaving the solar system, going into interstellar space.

CURWOOD: I understand you’ve taken your storytelling about NASA, you call it “Forged in the Stars” – you’ve taken it on the road, and recently your performed it for the Astronomical Society of the Pacific. You’ve been out to the Jet Propulsion Laboratory in Pasadena, California. And you have another performance coming up in December at the Johnson Space Center in Houston. What’s been the response to your show?

O’CALLAHAN: The most exciting response was Jet Propulsion Laboratory because it was the first official. And there was standing room only, and they listened well. And I finished, and then they stood up. They stood up applauding.
I got to talk to some of them and said, ‘You listened so well.’
And one woman said, ‘Listen, I’ve been here 30 years, and of course, we listen well, we’re intelligent. And when something captures us, we listen well, and you told our story.’
And that – that meant the world to me, that’s what I want to do. These people are proud of their work, and NASA is not greeted by this culture the way it was in the 60’s. And yet, the work goes on and they’re proud of what they’re doing.

CURWOOD: Jay O’Callahan’s a storyteller based in Massachusetts. His new work is a love letter to NASA, “Forged in the Stars”. Thanks for joining us, Jay.

O’CALLAHAN: Thank you so much, I’ve loved it Steve.

[MUSIC]

CURWOOD: And you can hear a live studio performance of “Forged in the Stars” – right here on this public radio station, the last week in December.

[MUSIC: Various: Llewellyn "Peace" from Reiki (New World Music 1999); NASA "Voice OF Earth" from NASA Voyager Space Sounds (NASA 2009); Various Artists: "Us And Them" from Vitamin Piano Series Plays Pink Floyd (Vitamin records 2005)]

CURWOOD: And here’s preview of Jay O’Callahan’s story.

O’CALLAHAN: There are two Voyagers – headed out into space. They are ten billion miles away; they’re carrying a record, a golden record with music of the Earth and 55 ‘hellos’. So, in a sense the Voyagers going out saying, ‘Bonjour! Ni hao! Ciao! Hello, hello, we want to say hello! We want to say hello to you!’
The Berlin Wall falls, the Voyagers continue: ‘Hello, hello!’ Nelson Mandela released from prison after 27 years, the Voyagers sail on: ‘Hello, hello, we want to say hello!’ And the Voyagers are sailing on at this moment.

CURWOOD: And you can hear Jay O’Callahan’s live broadcast performance of “Forged in the Stars” – his love letter to NASA, right here on Living on Earth, the last week in December.

[Reverb, vibration sounds]

YOUNG: We make touchdown this week to the Earth’s vibrations.

[Big explosion]

YOUNG: This subterranean recording – captured by a global network of digital seismographs – is sped up 10,000 times to put it in the range of human hearing. Our vantage point is a thousand miles below the North Pole….with bubbles, chirps and pops of earthquakes and aftershocks. This planetary music comes to us courtesy of seismologist and sound artist John Bullitt and his CD “Earth Sound.”

[Bubbles, vibrations, explosions]

YOUNG: Living on Earth is produced by the World Media Foundation. Our crew includes Bobby Bascomb, Eileen Bolinsky, Bruce Gellerman, Ingrid Lobet, Helen Palmer, Jessica Ilyse Smith, Ike Sriskanderajah, and Mitra Taj, with help from Sarah Calkins, Marilyn Govoni and Sammy Souza.

CURWOOD: Special thanks today to Dana Chisholm. Our interns are Quincy Campbell and Nirja Parekh. Jeff Turton is our technical director. Alison Lirish Dean composed our themes. You can find us anytime at LOE dot org. I’m Steve Curwood.

YOUNG: And I’m Jeff Young. Thanks for listening.

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Storyteller Jay O’Callahan’s website

Saturday, November 28, 2009

40th Anniversary of the American Indian Movement

http://www.flickr.com/photos/franciscodacosta/sets/72157622881354112/show/

Thursday, November 26, 2009

Artist Bill Glass Jr.

Cherokee Artist

http://www.gwyartists.info/Bill_Glass_Jr.html

Monday, November 23, 2009

When the Indians Cry