The Weaver & The Storm
The Muddy Way
The Architecture of Reality Creation
Rain drums steadily on the red tile roof of an old porch in Șomartin. Cold spring wind slips under the eaves, carrying the smell of wet pine and fresh-turned soil. The village of 250 souls is quiet in their own warm houses, woodsmoke drifting from the chimneys. But under the porch the crew huddles close on the benches — Lukas to the trays, Antonio to the coop, Iris to her wand-rows, Alex fresh from Bruiu’s hills,. Wool blankets over their knees, mugs of hot coffee steaming in their hands. Corey sits in the middle, the living sweater draped over his shoulders, half-finished row still on the needles in his lap. He looks out at the muddy yard, smiles that quiet Swedish smile, and starts talking the way he always does when the Tunkashilas are listening.
“Everything is going good,” he says, voice low and steady like the rain. “Even when the pipe bursts again. Even when the unexpected bill arrives or a relationship fractures. Instantly the old insecurities rise up like muddy floodwater — that deep, reactive panic we call Earth Misery. Everything is going good.”
Lukas leans forward. “Tell us again, Corey. The whole thing. From the mountain to the teepee to the chart in your dissertation. Make it make sense for us who are just starting to feel it.”
Corey nods, takes a slow sip, and begins.
We are born with a naturally expanding consciousness, a state of being entirely connected to the world around us. But as we grow, layers of societal conditioning begin to overwrite that open, natural state. This conditioning forces us to accept a reality defined by scarcity and fear. We start believing that our misery is an external event happening to us, unaware that it is a projection being generated by our own internal state.
3,500 years ago, the prophet Zarathustra climbed a mountain and came back down with seventeen short hymns called the Gathas. Inside those 6,000 words he mapped the two minds operating inside every single human being. The first he called Spenta Mainyu — the expanding mind, the holy spirit, the higher self that creates, that attracts, that generates reality from the inside out. The second he called Angra Mainyu — the contracting mind, the lower self that destroys, that self-sabotages, and keeps producing the same unwanted reality on repeat no matter how hard you work.
David Hawkins gave the same map in numbers. In his book Power vs. Force he laid out the logarithmic scale of consciousness from 0 to 1,000. Below 200 is pure contraction: fear, anger, pride, shame, guilt — the five states that keep us small and tight and retreating into our shell. Above 200 is expansion: courage opens the door, then acceptance, love, joy, peace, until at the top the sun shines freely and the illusion breaks.
Corey pauses, looks out at the muddy yard. “Now step into a Lakota teepee in the Black Hills. Bert Rooks sits us down and teaches a simple three-step practice he calls CBA. Conceive the idea. Believe it with every sense alive. Achieve it by lowering your importance and letting the Tunkashilas carry the prayer forward on the winds of time — and always, always finish with wopila, the thanksgiving.”
The crew leans in closer.
Bert would say it plain: “Everything is going good.” Even when the old insecurity rises. Even when the pipe bursts again. He would smile that quiet smile and remind us the Tunkashilas are already listening. In Lakota way, Tunkashila means Grandfather. It is spoken with the deepest respect when addressing Wakan Tanka, the Great Mystery. The Tunkashilas are the original ones, the ancestral spirits, the Grandfather Rocks who see the sincerity of a prayer and whisper help into the right ears. They are family. They ride the winds of time with your balloon of prayer until the answer lands at your feet.
And the wopila — the daily thanksgiving — is what keeps the expanding mind alive. When you give thanks every morning in the Wopila Thanksgiving ceremony, you become like the Earth Avatar. You don’t need to practice anymore because you are thankful. Being in a place of thankful is expanding, not contracting. The practice of thanksgiving lifts you out of the negativity, out of the levels below 200, and into the place where the sun shines freely.
Corey sets his mug down. The rain softens a little.
“And right here in my dissertation sits the chart that braids all three together — the GreenWave-54 Self Chart. I started with the old BMI chart from Vedanta — Body, Mind, Intellect — and gently changed it so it could hold the truth of Applied Ecopsychology. At the very top sits the unchanging GW-54 Self — our natural, wordless other body that already loves life and knows the living web. Below it sit our Variables X: the personality we built, the wrangled five-legged stories we were told since childhood, the Earth Misery that comes when those stories make us forget who we really are.”
He taps the needles in his lap. The wool of the living sweater grows row by row.
“Through the Body we perceive Objects. Through the Mind we feel Emotions. Through the Intellect we think Thoughts. When we believe only the Variables X — the old stories of ‘not enough,’ of separation, of fear — we stay contracted in Angra Mainyu. When we sweep those stories away and activate our 54 natural senses, we remember the GreenWave-54 Self — Spenta Mainyu breathing free.”
The crew is nodding now. The rain has settled into a soft steady rhythm.
Bert’s CBA is the daily practice that moves us from one to the other, finished always with wopila thanksgiving.
Conceive the idea — picture the repaired barn, the garden feeding the whole village of 250 souls, the children laughing without shadows behind their eyes.
Believe it — sit right there in that new life, smell the fresh pine smoke from the teepee fire, feel the wool of the living sweater growing under your fingers, hear the wind in the rafters, taste the first warm tomato from the no-dig beds, know the Tunkashilas are already listening.
Achieve it — lower your importance when the old insecurity rises like the pipe leak that triggers every past flood, watch the feeling without feeding it, refuse to give energy to Angra Mainyu, give thanks in wopila, and take the next right step while the balloon of prayer travels on the winds of time.
The believing part takes the longest. That is where most of us slip back into the lower levels. The old fear, the betrayal, the “not enough,” the “everything is going bad” story — all of it tries to pull us back into contraction. Bert taught us to lower importance. Hawkins showed us the number line. Zarathustra called it choosing Spenta Mainyu. The GreenWave-54 Chart shows us the Variables X that must be swept away so the higher self can shine and the Tunkashilas can do their quiet work.
We forget the old five-legged stories of separation.
We remember the living web.
That remembering is not quick. Bert said building an enlightened community could take one hundred years. The Zen master polishing the brick into a mirror knew the same. You cannot force the brick to become a mirror any more than you can force yourself to become an Earth Avatar. Allen Watts says it can take one minute or it can take a lifetime. You create the conditions, breathe, witness, lower importance, give thanks in wopila, and let the sun shine freely once the clouds of conditioning part.
As you strip away the layers, like they say, you strip away the layers of an onion, and when you get inside, there’s no core; there’s nothing. It’s just layers, and we strip away until we get to nothing — the pure, formless GW-54 Self, the place where the expanding mind breathes free and the Tunkashilas smile.
Corey looks around the porch at the crew, at the muddy yard, at the village of 250 souls that is slowly waking up.
“In the Gathas, Zarathustra says reality is not happening to you. It is being projected by whichever mind is running the show. Hawkins says the same in levels. Bert says the same in CBA finished with wopila. The GreenWave-54 Chart says the same: the Variables X are not you. They are only lenses that distort. When you activate the 54 senses and balance Body-Mind-Intellect through nature, the distortion clears and the higher self remembers.”
He picks up the needles again. One more stitch slides into place.
The soil keeps regenerating.
Conceive the repaired barn, the garden feeding the village, the children laughing without shadows.
Believe it with every sense — smell the pine smoke, feel the wool growing row by row, hear the wind in the rafters, taste the first tomato, know the Tunkashilas are listening.
Achieve it by lowering importance, watching the old insecurity, refusing to feed Angra Mainyu, giving thanks in wopila, and taking the next right step while the balloon rises on the winds of time.
Everything is going good.
The balloon rises.
The winds of time blow at your back.
One day you walk into the answer.
Mitakuye Oyasin.
Now our minds are one.