Thanksgiving THE NATIONAL DAY OF MOURNING

Thanksgiving / Thanks taking. What are we really celebrating?

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Ok. Here we again on this festive day, every year this occurs. Every year families gather to enjoy each other’s company. I really enjoy the fact that people make a point to get together, I just wish it wasn’t on the day of “Thanksgiving.” The word in itself meant to be so thankful to the Lord for having achieved victory over the Heathen Savages (Natives) and having completely eradicated them from the land. I think there needs to be a time in our country where we all take the real history seriously and get over being a Super American refusing to believe the pioneers of this country did great wrong and lead this nation in believing lies & myths. There needs to be a real honoring of the ancestors of this land. A little acknowledgement would go a long way in the healing of the great wounds.

Here is a video by the late Russel Means a Native American Activist who led the American Indian Movement’s  “Wounded Knee Standoff “ in South Dakota at the Pine Ridge Reservation, in order to reopen negotiations with the Government on broken treaties ( More info here:  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wounded_Knee_incident )… in which Marlon Brando refused to pick up his Oscar Award, and had Native Sacheen Littlefeather to pick it up for him to draw attention to this stand-off.

Here is Russell Means take on this holiday… Thanks taking video

This day is a day of mourning for Native Americans to remember their ancestors who were massacred. On this day “Squanto” and his tribe enjoyed food with the Pilgrims after he had taught them how to grow food and survive. But before this, as a child ‘Squanto’ was sold as a slave to Spain. ( Native Americans were taken from this country and sold as slaves.) He made his way to England and later learned their language in order for him to find his way back home at Cape Cod. He arrived to his Village to find that his whole family and tribe had vanished from disease and were killed.

Now, this is when the pilgrims arrived and the story began. After this day of sharing food, the Indians where systematically killed. And the word THANKSGIVING was used to symbolism the Pilgrims thankfulness for having killed the heathen savages. And the pilgrims would celebrate their victories by sharing food and thanking the lord. They used this day so much, George Washington decided there should only be one day they should celebrate this day. And eventually Abraham Lincoln declared it a National Holiday that we celebrate today.

I know that we are brought up around this tradition with little thought of what it actually means. As a child you just associate this holiday to gatherings with your family and enjoying wonderful food that was cooked by your Grandma and your Mom. It was a nice calm time to spend with the family.

We are not taught the truth, it is up to us to learn and grow from what is out there. What resonates with you, where you take that and what it means. To me, it is quite meaningful I can not celebrate this holiday. I am Chumash and Apache and I want to honor my ancestry not ignore it. The time is now, my family has felt shame from it and I can not speak for them. But I speak for myself as Native living in this crazy yet exciting time in the world. I have hope that their will be an enlightenment in my lifetime. This day is just to sad, and I consider it a day of Mourning. I’ve have decided to take an incredibly out there work shift from 8pm – 6 am. I write this post, and I send love and peace to the Natives forgotten.

Plymouth Rock mourning Stone.National Day of Mourning Stone

More on Thanksgiving by Native Americans of today.

http://indiancountrytodaymedianetwork.com/2012/11/20/do-american-indians-celebrate-thanksgiving-145880

Orphaned Ghost Doll “Mildred”

She is finished! Her friends from the Orphanage are following close behind. .. stay tuned

The saddened Orphan Ghost Doll Mildred is forever in waiting for a friend. Left alone in her cottage many centuries ago, she sat waiting for her parents to return to her. Later found by the locals and kept at the orphanage. Until one day there was a terrible accident in the Orphanage and all of her friends where gone, and she still does not realize she is dead. She waits and waits for a friend to return.

available here: “Ghost Orphan Mildred” 2013 /// 1913

Her body is hand sewn together with batting, vintage beige fabric, and twigs.

Her clothing is also hand sewn to match her body, and adorned with crochet ribbon.
She has twig nubs for feet and hands.
Her hair is a multi light fiber, it seems to glow blue and white when light shines through it.
Her face is sculpted with polymer clay and painted with makeup then sealed with a matte sealer.
Her hood can be pushed back.

∆      A special thank you to Kelly Kotulak, she provided these special handmade aura eyeballs for me. Thank you!   ∆

Her Cabinet of Curiosity Shoppe is beautiful. There are truly some one of kind jewelry pieces here. Each one is so special. I love how there is mythology and folklore attached to every piece. ❤  “Hibernacula” can be found here:

Hibernacula & Hibernacula Facebook Page

Mildred  was so much fun to make. I’m in love. ❤

Embry Blue © 2013
Embry Blue © 2013

∆ Orphaned Ghost Children on the way.. ∆

∆  Hi. These past few months have been life changing, and very very difficult to get through. After my friends passing I just haven’t been able to get back to life. But I’m getting back to work and really look forward to making my life fun, happy, productive.  I know he is in another place, and his spirit lives on. The dolls I am working on now, I’m picking up from the day I found out about my friend. I was working on their faces the time of his passing, and haven’t been able to get back to work on them. ∆

Embry Blue∆  Yesterday and today I started. Ghost Orphan Children. These children are excited to live with the living, they are soo cute and enduring. Faces are sculpted with Polymer clay. For these ones I’m trying a whole new technique. Let’s see how it goes! ∆Ghost Dolls01Embry Blue

R.I.P “James Blackthorn Bentley” September 5th 1976 – July 22nd 2013 : My Eulogy to Jim

Image    It is with great sadness in my heart as I write this. It still hasn’t fully come down on me that Jim, Jim! Is dead…I am completely shocked. I heard the news on the morning of July 23rd. The skies here in Arkansas were darkening. I couldn’t believe it. As the news and details came in,

“The sky became cloaked in the darkest grey clouds I have seen.                                                                                                  The storms rolled in. It  became the longest day of lighting and thunder rolling off the deep woods into the late night. One point in the day the clouds opened up and with a tiny light shining through, the light was filtered muddy as if all things lay inside a dream. The sky grey and red, all that was reflected  soft and grey. I thought Jim must have been there. I can’t express the emptiness and guilt that came with that day.”

Jim was funny, loving, nuturing, crazy, inspiring, brilliant, an engineering genius and weirdo –  and we all loved him so much. He was one of the most geniuine and sincere as a person could be. He had something so special – he truly was himself and could see right through every person to find their real self.    He was    –   selfless and cared so much about other people he would always go out of the way to do what was right for them. He showed me and Rabbits  great kindness.. .

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Martini glass stuck in the wall at XPO. .
photo: Andy Mecca

It was only last summer that our XPO crew was melting away in the Fort, planning the events and business challenges at XPO with Game of Thrones playing on  loop in the background at the Fort. These past 2 years we worked hard, partied hard, struggled and built together with Jim and the crew. One solid group of friends/misfits/freaks- Jonny Aquadora, Jim Bentley, Johnny Madison (Rabbits), Lulu Cipher, and myself Embry Blue (the Blue Witch), and later on Michael Ban or as Jim called him “Chimmey Chow!.” Last summer we’d party with Jim, laugh at his crazy stunts and work side by side with him. Like the  many times he broke glasses at the bar. The martini glass in the wall- Of course – Only Jim. He had a sincere gentle heart, he loved and cared for people – I can’t say that enough. A true rarity in today’s world. He hurt and felt the pain of others, had a sense of justice & truth. He worked hard and had pride in accomplishing the impossible. Night after night daybreak after daybreak. We’d be in the basement climbing through rumble and grime and always felt a sense of duty. 

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Jim on top of the bar that he built with Jonny Aquadora & Rabbits. With the silver mannequins I lugged over from Queens that day for the bar. photo: Embry Blue

My experience with Jim was through Party Xpo. I know a lot of people have a love hate relationship with this place, as do I. But this is the place all of us really became a supernatural pirate ship, —————sailing away night after night.

we played this song night after night. before the xpo shows. gearing up for the bands after working together all day to get the space ready for them…

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Jim had put in a tremendous amount of work at Xpo. Building constantly, improving the sound quality, making sure all the bands were taken care of loading them in hanging out with the bands downstairs. Just truly loving the community. I’m sure all can attest to his sincerity and lust for life just to be with you at that moment. I’m sorry Jim! I’m Sorry Jim! I’m Sorry Jim. I”m sorry I’m Sorry. I”m sorry  im sorry im sorry.  . I wished we would have stayed . …….

this song we play almost every night at XPO while beat, warped, and heading out . singing along with each other every night. No matter what , it always felt like we where there for each other.  . . no matter what all the dramas where… we where all still glad to be with each other. . . 

My heart beats out of my chest as I write this, and can’t help to break down and cry every time I continue to write this. I know I must say something, I was not able to say anything at his funeral memorial – I just couldn’t bear it – but I  need to say something  – his life was precious – and I know – he was precious – I know – I know . Time is still not enough to make this any easier.  His Birthday was yesterday, . I was in NY with the ones who where with him the last days., this is and was the worst thing to deal with. How does one prepare to face such a tragic and guilty circumstance. If If If IF If iF if fifiififiifififi.

is all we are able to think about.  he needed us and didn’t want to say because selfish is just not jim. and we know it.

I lived with him and he was the best person to live with. He felt others before he could feel himself. He hated the world and what it did to people. I loved how he just wanted to “hang out” just to be with you. He wanted to work and make others happy.  I loved Jim, you can never know a person like him .  I wish I would have expressed my appreciation of him. I know Rabbits did, I ‘m just not the sort of person to say things like that. —-Through this I realize how important it is to tell people how much you love and appreciate them. You never know what they are going through. They will never tell you. Just tell them you love them. 😦

They will never tell you. they will never tell you . . .

this is still hard to understand and deal with  😦