About This Series:
In Yesterday’s Visionaries in Today’s World, Stephen J. Bergstrom gives creative voice to visionary souls in process of awakening.
Through imaginative device, Yesterday’s Visionaries in Today’s World reveals two contrasting visions that shape contemporary existence.
In one, conquerors traverse the world as a series of endless privileges secured through material means and patriarchal oppression.
In the other, conquered and oppressed individuals and groups perceive that consciousness animates nature, humanity and the spirit of a Living Earth.
To read the completed first volume of 100 Yesterday’s ARTISTS in Today’s World, visit: https://stephenjbergstrom.wordpress.com/yesterdays-artists-in-todays-world-the-first-100/
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In 1825, William Clark writes about a fate more perilous than mine, about my death post expedition and about a time yet to come;
“Se car ja we au- Dead”
On November 4, 1804, I accompany my husband Toussaint Charbonneau to Fort Mandan in what you call North Dakota, where I meet Meriwether Lewis, William and the Corps of Discovery commissioned by Jefferson.
On February 11, 1805, consciousness manifests physically as from my waters, my son births. He is Jean-Baptiste Charbonneau. As my belly rises and falls, I have a knowing – I am part of the great waters and will see the great water and I will see all waters.
We cross the Missouri and the Yellowstone. Water is all around us.
We follow the Clearwater River into the mighty Snake and into the Columbia River until we find the great water – the Pacific.
All this water, now. Drought across the land. Aquifers emptying. An underground tunnel from the City of Las Vegas, through the desert and under Lake Mead to catch the last drops before the Colorado River becomes a trickle, before the catch at Hoover Dam expires, before the Central Arizona Project runs dry, before corporations own all the water, before consciousness moves away from the corporations.
My son Jean-Baptiste grows, travels to Europe where they treat him like royalty, returns, becomes a huntsman and settles in the gold fields, in Auburn, California where he clerks in a hotel and dies at the age of 61. Born in my water and raised as we journeyed on the water, Jean-Baptiste, landlocked in death.
Now, I see the great waterways of the West turn to dust, and as the Great Lakes sink in the middle of the country, as the Mississippi backs up with poison out of the Gulf, I see many peoples at peril and I sense a warning in William’s words that extends beyond my death, beyond the water of that time to the travail of the water in this time, to the water birthed by the corporations;
“Se car ja we au- Dead”
~ Stephen J. Bergstrom