The Open Love Letter from the King of Nuevo Mexico

By M Avery

Only one European had ever gained entrance into the Crystal Cave and lived. He had been accepted many years before after a great battle, and after he had shape shifted into hummingbirds form avoiding coyotes fangs and Eagles claws in the most deadly game on earth, just in case you think that the shamans sitting in an astro-planned circle got there by watching Disney cartoons. Just checking.from Sojourn in the land of the Sun; the Romance of Tim Doughty Tim Doughty, a Northwest Coast journalist and recent transplant to the New Mexican community, seeks both solace and advice from an elderly Hispanic Norteno friend during a brief separation from his wife Teresa. During numerous visits within Joseph and Sophies old adobe casa, the two men navigate the major issues of our times. Joseph instructs Tim how to build the House of Love. Tim has discovered his elderly friend is none other than the hidden ruler, the King of the Old Nuevo Mexico Territory. We need to get back to the basics on how we run our society: God and family and mutual respect.Eric Villanueva PROPHECY / PERSONAL TRANSFORMATION / FAMILY AND PERSONAL RELATIONSHIPS

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Apr 16, 2010
• ISBN: 9781450074964

M Avery

Born in the Alaskan Territory in 1954, M Avery attended St. John’s College of Santa Fe (1972) on scholarship before graduating from University of New Mexico, 1980. After ranching and farming in Monticello Canyon, Quemado, Clines Corners, and along the San Juan River, Avery continued teaching in public, tribal and college programs. Eventually traveling the width and breadth of the Nuevo Mexico territory, Avery now lives and works in Taos, focusing on spiritual and political encounters between the New Mexican tri-cultural peoples. The author emphasizes the peoples’ unified response to the Nuevo Mexico vastness and our on-going struggle to become one community out of great diversity.

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Contents

SEPTEMBER 2009

OBAMA IN OFFICE

THEME ONE

SHARING

THEME TWO

THE OBAMA WORLD

THEME THREE

REGIONS AND RIFT: PROPHECY

THEME FOUR

MASS MEDIA AND

THE PRESUMPTUOUS GENERATION

THEME FIVE

KEEPING FAITH

THEME SIX

THE SOCIAL JUNGLE

THEME SEVEN

SURVIVING THE GIFT OF POWER

THEME EIGHT

RELIGION AND LIBERTY

THEME NINE

HOUSE OF LOVE

AND THE

BALM OF GILEAD

THEME TEN

RULING

About the Author

SEPTEMBER 2009

For the umpteenth time Joseph had punctuated his remarks with:

I’m smiling in my beard.

What do you mean by that? And where did that come from? Furthermore, you don’t even have a beard, I stated with deliberate scorn in my voice, hoping to rile the old man and get him going.

A lot of what I am telling you isn’t true at all, but you have and always will believe it, because it sounds like the truth to you.

He paused, apparently listening to the air as I watched him. I was puzzling over what he had just said, not knowing if I should become insulted at the implication.

It rings true, and it motivated you, my friend, Joseph added more gently, and by this method I have gradually taught you to chew leather.

His smile was engaging, and now he had cocked his head to one side . . . waiting to see if I could accept his approbation in this surprising form. You’ve had to become a politician to see this thing through. I am proud of you after all.

His handshake felt like a brick when we parted later in the day. Hard to believe that he was almost eighty-eight years now. I again marveled at his vitality.

† † † †

Get beyond first grade, is my advice, Joseph had once told me when I was carrying on about how to envision the future and empower groups of people to create social change. It might have ended our friendship, in 1998, if I’d taken this general observance too personally. Instead it presented a wake-up call for me, that I was only parroting what I had been taught ‘in the movies’. I was aware that my dialogue was empty and without a true substance. So I pursued the unusual acquaintance with Joseph, becoming a frequent visitor at his home in Chama.

There is a home with a symbol in its very center—a dove—set in the main beam of the structure. A dove inlaid with palm fronds cut right into the wood and hand varnished so that it gleams in the evening lamplight glow. A house of love, a house of peace. These are Joseph’s instructions for building a House of Love—his Open Love Letter from the King of Nuevo Mexico.

OBAMA IN OFFICE

It was summer again. I was sitting with Joseph on his porch and when we had completed reviewing Obama’s first 100 days in office, Joseph said:

Americans are working very hard right now after the crisis. I’m proud of us. Perhaps we knew the party had to stop. A multitude of dreams have been realized . . . and the infrastructure is built . . . we are no longer living in a wilderness. Educated and thinking people realize what this progress means to us as a people, and have become philosophical.

In reference to the Clinton Political Machine, we had combed through research identifying Clinton’s use of personality studies; how he had applied Freudian principles for re-election. At that point in our conversation Joseph became solemn, and the rustling of a high wind in the pine tops shifted my focus from his demeanor. The pines swayed majestically.

"I had not realized what Freudian ideas had done to the white race in America and in Europe, coupled with the devastation of the two World Wars. To a degree, indigenous Norteño Catholic peoples were removed from that influence. We had been insulated by the demands of practical living and life and death matters, constantly at the doorstep.

Now you have given me more insight into political intricacies—that maze created by analysis for analysis sake. The mind can create an intolerable maze of associations based on philosophical and semantic prototypes—simply never-ending—whereas working the land, attending to the demands of the body, and constant physical exertion prevents this from happening to a person.

The effects of real spiritual power are different. Real power frees the mind. The false splendor and false hope engendered by ‘social engineering’ has enslaved many a