I am the symbol of Canada, the bear of the mountains and forest, meadows and rivers; of endless summer nights and the long, cold winter sleep. I am a spirit bear in the winter, a shamanic traveller and warrior, and when my body awakes in the spring I return to it. It is a special gift to be able to spend so much time in the other world without having to wake. Part of my pleasure in the summer is knowing that the winter will be so exciting.
Canada is a special place, different from Russia and Scandinavia because this continent has been separated for a long time from the others. We have grown into a different purpose, just as your elbow is different from your liver. Canada holds the purest energy, a reservoir of the original energy of the Earth before it was spoiled. It’s a place where the bear and wolf live, patrolling and protecting the purity of the energy here. Pure energy is something worth protecting; it’s like the garden before the fall. It is a vibrant, healthy land teeming with life, and we love it with all our hearts.
The great wound of the tar sand works at Athabasca River is a wound of size and magnitude to grieve and concern us residents. This wound is more than what you see with your eyes, it is a poison wound affecting all of this country. It ripples away from Athabasca and blankets all the lower part of the country in smog, leaving only the most Arctic areas clean. This comes down to actually caring for the planet, caring enough to act in whatever way will be helpful. Refuse to buy the oil! Walk or bicycle, and ask where the oil came from for your cars. The poison that spreads across Canada is a killing energy; first you have the energy, and then you have the results in the physical world. It’s always about the energy.
If you google the pictures of the tar sand fields you will see what is going on in Canada.