Standing Rock- Touching the first Domino


“If you assume that there is no hope, you guarantee that there will be no hope. If you assume that there is an instinct for freedom, that there are opportunities to change things, then there is a possibility that you can contribute to making a better world.” Noam Chomsky


Blessings all beings,

As I have fully stepped into this effort of support for organizing and engaging food, supplies, and unity to Standing Rock, I am being flooded with love and encouragement for doing ONLY what I believe every citizen of this country and this planet should do. Support, be humble support, engage your heart and activate your actions and your voice in the face of wrongdoings. To stand tall and hands together when the marginalized, the oppressed the forgotten are kicked while no one is looking or listening.

First, I want to answer the question of “who am I”, since I’m now getting asked a lot.I am David Starbear, born David Michael Avalos. I took on the name Starbear years ago after it was given to me in a vision quest ceremony in the Lakota tradition and language.

And, that does NOT make me a Native American.

I have spent my life in sacred indigenous ceremonies around the planet, studied shamanic and metaphysical ways

And that does NOT magically make me a Native American or a Shaman or a Guru.

I was taught to make drums by Native Americans, taught to create herbal medicines and remedies by natives around the world, spent much time on different reservations and still,

This does NOT make me a Native American.

I even grew up with my stepmother Susan, who is full native Cayuga-Seneca from the Iroquois nation,

And even that does not make ME a Native American.

In fact, in this incarnation, I like many am a mixed up human stew. I have a Mexican lineage from my father Rudy, and lots of European ingredients from my Mother Mary. I’m just an average human like anyone reading this. What I am, what I own and hold sacred is that I am indigenous to this planet, with blood and a heart and a precious perspective gifted to me to carry thru this journey on earth. To me that is more than enough to go, stand and defend what is rightfully all of ours. The right to stand and be seen and heard in the face of wrong actions.I choose to first share this insight so there are no misunderstandings or reasons for anyone to think otherwise. I am just someone whom deeply loves and honors the ways of spiritual traditions, and those are typically found and held at the core of native peoples.

I also share this because, as I choose to go and be in support in Standing Rock, to stand next to my brothers and sisters and family in a good way, because it is the right thing to do as a human in these times. It is an opportunity to stand for truth, humanity and unity. To not just do what is right but to do what is fundamentally necessary.

My observation is that even though the catalyst for this particular movement is big oil and the DAPL pipeline it is certainly not all that is unfolding. The crimes they are  perpetrating against our native family and all of us is only the tip of the massively dark iceberg that needs to be witnessed and uncovered. For me, it is about the water, and our precious endlessly abused mother earth. Not just the actual life-giving river water at risk of contamination or the vanishing health of our planet due to our actions. It is also about the Water and Earth that we all share, inside of us, in our blood, in our flesh, in our hearts. Water is vital, it is fundamental to all of our lives, and because it is in us all, we should all stand to protect it, inside and out. When our drinking water is completely contaminated, when our earth is poisoned and stripped of her last gifts, we will all unquestionably perish. And if our priceless internal water and earth stays contaminated with hate and division and dis-empowerment, with everyone turning a blind eye, there is just as little hope for our survival.

I am not a politician; I am not an expert on the complicated problems of land rights or the future of renewable power or big oil. I know enough to consider myself mildly educated as well as far more unenlightened and unaware. There are many who are experts on many topics and I stand with them holding space, listening and learning, but not getting caught in the divisive arguments or foolishly speaking about that which I don’t know.

I do know that it is easy to get quickly divided by the details of each and every uprising, especially one as complicated as relinquishing our addiction and dependence surrounding the use of fossil fuels. These are not my reasons for activating to this cause.

The reason to activate I believe is to wake up and step out of the spell of our oppressed disempowerment and to stand with those courageous enough to do so in our stead.

To demand that we are honestly shown all of the options for a sustainable future and not be bullied, quieted or shamed by those with nothing more than money and power to loose.

What I am is an activist for the raising of human consciousness and human empowerment. A global citizen willing to stand next to someone who has been oppressed, marginalized, taken advantage of and kept hidden away. And that is exactly what is happening in front of us all now in so many ways. In Standing Rock in inner cities, in Black Lives matter campaigns, in women’s safety movements even in our country’s election process. We are being divided and dissuaded with extreme prejudice and tomfoolery to not look behind the controlling jester’s curtain.

We are however being forced to look at the dark truth of suffering and oppression that no matter what, we are all engaged in. Especially if we ignore it, deny it or pretend it is not there. Acting like it is someone else who is prejudiced or hateful, while not owning our own relationship to these feelings regardless of how it is expressed is polluted ignorance and keeps the cycle rolling. For those illusions are only the tragic deceptive conditions of false comfort and imbalanced entitlement.

If you believe tyranny only exist overseas, look closely, here.

If you believe persecution, harassment and cruelty only exist somewhere else, look closer, here.

If you believe that being oppressed is only present in third world settings, and poor neighborhoods than take a look at your bank account, your debt load and how hard you work to get ahead, to put your kids in school, to keep rent paid or food in the fridge, to receive fundamental and affordable medical care.Take into consideration your real choices, not your never-ending options of stuff to buy. Real choices that affect the core of your life and the future of our children’s generations. Like, how our poor and marginalized are treated, which energy to use, or which real leaders we really want to lead us.

Now ask, who’s the slave? Ask yourself, who’s the oppressed?

And then,

If you are willing, engage your compassion and recognize that for some folks in your own backyard, fellow humans, this reality has been their painful experience for generations, with no one to stand for them, no one to hear them or care. Cultivating a bleak landscape with absolutely no reason to believe in hope.

Why do we allow it anywhere? How is this not cultural insanity?

If we don’t stand now, in connection, in numbers, somehow, the same will find us all where we each are, if it hasn’t already.

Still think that Standing Rock is “JUST” about oil pipes?

These are all important and complicated issues, with resolute and even unfortunate violent actions engaging to serve and play out the details and fine points. And yet to me, it still comes down to what should be obvious and simple humane points; open communication, compassion, cooperation, human decency, and truth.

When did we actually become so self-involved and so comfortable in this illusion to stop talking and listening, to stop caring, to stop looking for solutions and finding cooperative consensus.

When did we become so turned around that we actually help create excuses for those that continue to abuse their power and wealth to enslave us?

When did it become so inconvenient that we can’t be bothered to engage and pay attention to what really matters and easily forsaking that we are all one sentient family? To realize that when any one of us is poor or beaten or broken, that we are all affected.If we are to survive all that we are facing now, we must be willing to address and correct these flaws in ourselves with direct love. Not the overstated fluffy stuff, but hard truth, transparency, accountability and compassion.

For me, what is happening with the brave activist movement initiated by the water protectors at Standing Rock is about inviting all of us in and extending our hands together to courageously touch the first Domino. And as the first domino falls it engages the next, gaining momentum and forming a beauty and a sound as we willingly watch the lines and shapes fall in rattling form. Watching each connection and curve of the dominos structured illusions raging forward as they topple in perfect and necessary harmony.

And then we engage the future restructuring, together, with a firm belief and unified intention that what is rebuilt and co-created will be even more spectacular. A work of brilliant cooperation that will serve, support and empower all of our global humanity and every earthly presence.

May there be peace to all sentient beings
David Starbear









FEAR, Oh Dear

Oh dear,



Here again

Not just a silly furry monster under my bed,

Ghost in the closet,

Or goblins in my head

I see your,

Not Just here to make a casual appearance

To remind me of all the things I have come to know you by

Beyond my unconscious human adherence



Snakes and spiders



Not of the wild animal or tooth laden fish

That wants to make me a meal

And rip away my flesh

Perhaps some part of your motives

Might have even been helpful

At our inception of life

From a fast-running dinosaur

Or a thug with a knife

Yes you may at one time have had a noble purpose

But certainly never ever

To be the ringleader of this

Engineered circus

I speak not of the inherent mortal things that

We all crawl into this lifetime cowering from you,


You look different

Bigger, good god how you grew

More contrived

Yes even smug and

Voraciously, conniving?

For now,you are viral

An infectious disease,

A slave to faceless overlords

Whom you maliciously appease

Who has been feeding you?

These steroid laden bones?

That has made you this disfigured creature

Parading an illusionary domineering throne.

I see more now you have fallen into the trap

Of believing your own media and self-righteous crap


Your not acquitted

From the lives you oppress

You have shamefully

Contributed to this abhorrent mess

Submit to fears vortex

And surely we will perish

In a landscape darker than hell,

Truly nightmarish

Succumb and we drown in the terrifying seas

Where there are no lifeboats

And our hearts and minds are seized

Fear of the water

Fear of the skies,

Fear to look another person square in the eyes

Fear of our planet

Fear of another’s color

Fear to consider you my sister

or brother

Fear of our food, our medicine, our trees

Fear of our air, animals, germs and disease

Fear of terror, fear to speak out

In fact pick any topic

And someone will give that fear marketing clout

Fear of our looks and comparison to others

Fear of our own ideas and our deep desires to create harmony

Fear of our very selves and our human right to peaceful sovereignty

Yet you


Despite your insistence

You are only an agent to our failed,

Fearful Passive resistance

We have participated in this atrocity


With terminal velocity.

Because many of the deceptions we fear

Have manifested into reality

That is painfully clear

Lives are being taken

From hateful separation

And woeful neutrality

So much so that we actually

Ignore our so-called leaders blatant venality

So convinced of this heinous fearful craving for


That human lives become far less than numbers or

Animal feed.

And so we have mastered the after effects

Of these terror based inceptions

We convince ourselves of dining on truth

While eating deception

We take more than we need,

Practice looking the other way

And are entertained

When others bleed

Validate hate with protective necessity

Contrive ways of validating inhumane indemnity

If we choose to continue

Walking parallel to fear

Where will that leave us?

Marooned without hope on a smog covered blue sphere

Paralyzed, unable to move except in

Manufactured, controlled directions

Pretending our collective power lies in

Voting in fabricated elections

Loading up on stuff

That feigns to fill the hole,

You know

That big gaping one

In the center of our souls

And now a word from the sponsors 

Are you afraid of everything?

Deeply disturbed by annoying images and stories of rampant and unjust actions

Then try

“New and Improved

Brighter and Swash”


Cultural Whitewash

For maximum avoidance,

Apply thoroughly and repeatedly

To avoid fear and bury the pain

To ignore the rearview images

Of social carnage and shame (p)

In small fictitious never occurring testing

This product has been show to cause

Excessive drama

Uncontrolled crying, worry, sleeplessness, guilt

And in most cases lonely and isolated death.

If these symptoms, persist increase the dosage

And stop by the mall.

Now available on every illuminated screen, printed page and corner gathering places worldwide.


Some say that love is your krypton-ic



what about starting with truth, compassion

Or abandoning selfishness?

What about presence, awareness and

An open mind to change

To face our fears with courage

Not violence, hatred, or rage.

To focus on one thing we love

And embrace in our blessed experiences

That walk us towards love and deliverance

How about gratitude for this life,

And sharing our riches

Helping each other up

Celebrating our differences?


I believe once awakened

We would all formally agree

Without any election process or formal decree

You are in need of a Loving mom

A big bear hug

And an early retirement

Out of the fires and

Into the calm


Indigenous Heart Mythology

I may be a Mutt

I’ve been christened a Mongrel

Historically crossbred and disregarded

As an unwelcome scoundrel

Leaving me indifferent and apathetic to any earthly

Bloodline or Heredity

That would ask me to patriotically plant a flag

Or become a thief of another humans dignity

To cast assumptive shadows on another beings

Character or reputation

Due to place of origin, color of skin,

Physical attributes or economic station

Magnified revelations into an unparalleled height of arrogance

Illuminating the potential death of compassion

And the birth of caustic,

Dividing comparisons

To say the least

We have all struggled to fit in

Because of the disparities of antiquity

The crimes of others actions

Acted devoid of remorse and outright iniquity

Someone’s always beaten for not bearing the right colors

Living in the right country

Or provable relations to full blooded mothers

We’ve all been chastised, reprimanded, punished, forsaken

Carried delusional separation burdens

Till were so broken, from the nightmares,

We could barely awaken

We’ve been officially excommunicated and excluded

By dogmatism, classism, religion, racism,

Many are even publically expelled

in societal excisions

For entertaining too radical a positive dream

Or god forbid distrusted for

Idealistically expressing

Candid optimistic schemes

But in this instant,

When we are quiet and in the moment

We are indigenous to the heart

And many landscapes and ancestors far beyond it

We may not have incarnated in this lifetime merry go-round,

As an individual that is stereotypically noted

As an obvious representative of ancestral wisdom

Or have been anointed a guru by someone culturally devoted

But I am certain, like you and everyone here

We carry cellular intelligence

Of this exquisite, blue green sphere

We bleed her dust, soil and mud

Her wind and air our movement

Her water our tears, our blood

The perspective we carry

From just our feet walking on this earth

Is as vital and significant

As any other Human story’s worth

Have we not grown tired of the acceptance and tolerance?

That we are alone, Isolated, Divided and Hated

Because of some contrived, divisive comparison

That is willingly masticated, ingested

After being egregiously plated

The shadowy they,

Who are ultimately you and me

Who might seek to divide us,

Cut us off at the knees

When we no longer overlook the abundant

Indications and evidence,

That we are one in this journey

With the potentials to manifest

We’ll make the fierce walk together

Towards drama and segregations exodus

We are all indigenous to the stars, planets

And all matter in between

Our DNA the irrefutable confirmation

That we come from divine, galactic genes

We are radical agents that voluntarily agreed

To a task of the re-inception of light

With a battle cry of loving our diversity

By our own highest decree

One that fortifies and ensures our collective might

Yes !

We approved of this this voyage

As an honor, not a plight

Agreeing to our unity calls forth the mightiest allies

Birthed and forged in the cauldrons of collective truth

That we are all one species,

Indigenous to the sprawling skies

A native to all the planets, stars

And this dear mother earth

We are a chalice to ancient royal blood

That extends far beyond

This temporary

Body’s birth

We Mutually possess a celestial sovereignty

To love the dragons of division

Back into alignment,

And completing this odyssey

Molded from mutual,

Cosmic aboriginal legends


Marching toward the truth portals

Opening procession

Hail forth all Awakening Celestial progeny

The time is now to share with the world

Our heroic,


Human Heart Mythology

David Starbear

Image Credit

 Geometric Heart