Appalachian Travel
Blog: Episode 6 – Stalking the Lore and Mystery of Place:
Meditating on
Chief Wetonah’s Sunset Rock on Mt. Pisgah
Finally I had opportunity to visit the summit of Mt. Pisgah
in Northeast Pennsylvania when the county park
re-opened in May. This is one of the highest mountains in this region and has
great views and legends. In the late 1700’s the Oneida Chief Wetonah was said
to spend many hours meditating here on Sunset Rock and roaming and hunting
along the slopes. Since I know a few Oneida
songs I sang one as I approached and during a few hours of roaming around –
looking for Sunset Rock. The trails were barely visible in some parts and I
have not yet found the rock. I did manage to sit in several spots with long
views and meditate. Aside from a few folk when I arrived there was no one on
the mountain with me. I was alone in the quiet on a fine May afternoon. When I
arrived there were two large crows on the highest of the com towers there – one
making a funny woodpecker like call. I considered it a greeting. During the day
we talked in crow language as there were quite a few of them around. Other
animal friends encountered were songbirds, a rabbit, a tan snake, grouse, turkey,
chipmunks, and a hawk. A few days ago my wife found me an old pair of binoculars
which proved useful on these excursions. Armed with my Oneida song I wandered alone in the woods,
trails, and thickets for quite a while. I have sang these songs at several of
the very awesome waterfalls around the nearby Finger Lakes of New York as well.
At one point I smelled coumarin – the vanilla-like scent which is present in
sweetgrass, sweet woodruff, and other plants. Perhaps it was the recently
cut-grass of the park area or maybe even that mixed with the flowering
honeysuckle bushes. I suppose being-essence may appear in anything: rocks,
trees, animals, elements, sights, smells, and sounds. Before I left I found a
small feather of one of the crows – for the medicine bundle of mind. The
intelligence or animism of nature seems an intuitive suspicion. We are probably
not separate from that intelligence. It seems that it is within us as well.
Perhaps if we listen we will hear. The animism of indigenous peoples, the ‘biophilia’
of E.O. Wilson, the ‘biosphere consciousness’ of Jeremy Rifkin, the ‘morphic
resonance’ of Rupert Sheldrake, the lore of magick – these all indicate an
intuitive knowledge of natural intelligence.
I made a general prayer for supplicating the spirits of place to offer for subsequent visits here and other places:
I made a general prayer for supplicating the spirits of place to offer for subsequent visits here and other places:
Oh being-essences of nature
May we talk and work with one anotherFor the health and balance of we, all, and the world
May we come to know and not fear the deeps
May we smile with one another in simplicity and moderation
May the calm and awareness of here and now accompany us everywhere
May we be careful in our activities, watching out for one another
May our friendliness to all beings be deep and continuous
May we inspire this friendliness in others
A few days later I was able to visit again briefly – since I
am working at a site about 15 minutes away. I think I may have found Chief
Wetonah’s Sunset Rock but I am not sure yet since I need to compare pictures. There
were a few ribbons on trees right on the spot beyond the very faint hint of a
path that leads to it. If so, there is no view there as large Hemlock trees are
there but it does seem a nice place and I was able to offer my prayer there.
The crows were there again and a buck snorted at me from the bush. I found
another crow feather on my way in. Again there was no one else on the mountain.
I could hear pleasant birdsong, crowsong, and the chirping of chipmunks.
Natives and Invasives clash and intermingle
The pleasant May Realm materializesBlack Moon yields the sky to Gendenwitha (Venus)
I supplicate the warrior-contemplator
The earth yields its treasures all around
I follow the secret shapes of the deep and the past
I long for meaning and flow and effective caring
The seeker moves to the sought and games of illusion continue
Perhaps only the seekless one knows rest
Motion and stillness are illusion-realities of time and no-time
All situations remain unresolved and yet laughter and play appear
Birth, Old Age, Sickness, and Death, over and over and again
Beings of the Wheel know not the Beyond
fern and fern shadow
is nearly impossible to know. Confluence of Susquehanna and Chemung Rivers
Another interesting thing about place is that the original
place-names have a great staying power. This is true of the name of rivers in Europe when researching Indo-European origins. It is also
true of many places in the eastern U.S. where the original and
sometimes adapted Euro-Americanized Native American names predominate.
Many early Indian wars were in this area. There were wars
between small tribes and wars between the Iroquois federation and other tribes,
especially Algonquian speakers. There were the French and Indian Wars, the
later War of 1812, and the Revolutionary War – where the Oneida (and Tuscarora) tribes sided with the
colonists as the others sided with the Brits and thus the federation was broken
up. After this the Oneida
became the target of the other Iroquoian tribes and battled especially with the
Mohawk. The Oneida are also credited with bringing
corn to keep Washington ’s troops from starving
through the winter at Valley Forge . The US army sent troops to the area to crush the
Iroquois, sending them mostly to Canada ,
some Christianized Oneida went to Wisconsin ,
and the Seneca stayed on their current reservations around Salamanca ,
NY and along Lake Erie .
The museums had many artifacts from the deep past to the more recent past.
There were war clubs, one made of wood with a heavy ball on one end which came
to a point. Another was a club-shaped piece of heavy stone. I wonder if there
was ever a time of peace among the tribes. The legends and actions of the
Peacemaker served to unite a group of tribes. There was a story of a similar
figure who attempted the same among the Western tribes who failed to unite
them. During the earlier periods of the Adena, Hopewell ,
and Fort Ancient
cultures there were fairly large settlements with some agriculture in the Ohio and Mississippi River
regions which may have been broken up due to wars, droughts, and/or plagues.
Estimates for the amount of Native Americans that died of diseases introduced
by Europeans such as smallpox vary up to 95%. However, it is generally known
that the latest phase of the Mound cultures – the Fort Ancient Culture was gone
before the arrival of Europeans.
Mt. Pisgah
In a subsequent trip I was able to return to the meditation
rock for another session. This time I brought offerings of corn and tobacco. We
have been growing sacred tobacco, overwintering it in the greenhouse, with much
success. I dried a few leaves over a couple of days, ground it, and offered
some to the wind and some to the four directions and burned some as incense. Tobacco
is by far the most important magical offering of most Native tribes. Though
nowadays we see it can be addictive and gradually kill people, its power to be
the offering par excellence to those in the spiritual realms among the
shamanistic Native Americans is ever emphasized. The kind we grow is
Nicotiniana tabacum but the guy we got the plants from also has Nicotiniana
rusticum, the Hopi tobacco, aka South American Mapache, that is much more
potent, with more nicotine. Both varieties are considered acceptable offerings
in the Native communities with rusticum being too potent to smoke in pipes
without adding other herbs or tabacum. I guess my wife did get some rustica but
it was eaten by our geese so we will have to try to get more when we can. I
also learned this summer at a workshop on Taino shamanism that the words
‘tobacco’ and ‘canoe’ are Taino words. The Taino are native peoples from the
Caribbean – Cuba , Haiti , Dominican Republic , etc. Apparently
they originally came from South America through Central
America during Mayan times – picking up some cultural ideas from
the Maya.
The latest visit includes the Global Ajna Chakra Working (a
day late as usual):
Having finally gotten a good night’s sleep and a partial day
off I made it to the top of the mountain at midday just today to do the Ajna
Chakra Meditations. It is a very small park and I was alone on the mountain as
usual. I went down into the woods to the hidden hint of a path (took me hours
to find several weeks ago) to Sunset Rock, the rock where the Oneida warrior-chief Wetonah was said to have
spent hours in meditation and lately has become my favorite meditation spot
when in the area. I offered some of our homegrown tobacco to the four
directions and to the wind and to the nearby humped ground I imagined to be the
grave of this warrior from the late 1700’s. I burned some tobacco for incense
as well. I took along a crow feather I found there a few weeks earlier. When I
arrived I was greeted by a crow as usual. They seem to be the principle
guardians of the place. I then began the Global Ajna Chakra Working. I recited
the short invocation to Dionysus. I did the pranayama exercises – the
kapalabhati was a bit hard on my nasty headache but the nadi shodhana and
kumbacha seemed to help and put me in a very relaxed state. I then practiced
outer trataka on a leaf flittering in the soft breeze and inner trataka on the third
eye as described. I listened to the chakra tones and then sat meditating for a
while. I heard a rustling in the woods. I was hoping it wasn’t bears since I
had my shoes off and was not sure how much my leg was asleep after sitting in
lotus for a while. Alas it was a fawn who came about 15 ft from me and turned
around. The old chief was said to be a hunter and a lover of nature and to
curse those who took more game than needed.