“If you think this Universe is bad, you should see some of the others.”

Many Navajos believe firmly in the existence of skinwalkers and refuse to discuss them publicly for fear of retribution. They believe skinwalkers walk freely among the tribe and secretly transform under the cover of night.

The term yee naaldooshii literally translates to “with it, he goes on all fours.” According to Navajo legend, a skinwalker is a medicine man or which who has attained the highest level of priesthood in the tribe, but chose to use his or her power for evil by taking the form of an animal to inflict pain and suffering on others.

To become a skinwalker requires the most evil of deeds, the killing of a close family member. They literally become humans who have acquired immense supernatural power, including the ability to transform into animals and other people.According to the Navajo skinwalker legend, these evil witches are typically seen in the form of a coyote, owl, fox, wolf or crow – although they do have the ability to turn into any animal they choose.

Because it is believed that skinwalkers wear the skins of the animals they transform into, it is considered taboo to wear the pelt of any animal. In fact, the Navajo are only known to wear two hides, sheepskin and buckskin, both of which are only used for ceremonial purposes.

Those who have talked of their encounters with these evil beings describe a number of ways in which a skinwalker will try to inflict harm. Some describe hearing knocks on the window or banging on the walls.

Others have spotted an animal-like figure peering in through a window. According to Navajo skinwalker legend, they are seldom caught. Those who do track a skinwalker and learn of their true identity must pronounce the name of the evil one in full. Once this happens, the skinwalker will get sick or die for the wrongs they have inflicted against others.

Obligitory anti-religion post

"Creationists make it sound like a 'theory' is something you dreamt up after being drunk all night."

Phew ........lucky for you no more petroglyph post for awhile....

The dead add their strength and counsel to the living.........

I recently had the misfortune......

I generally consider myself a pariah and do not make a habit of apppearing in public,

but last week I was in an establishment that serves food and beverages ....there was a television set in one corner of the room .....the national news was being broadcast ....I could not help but think of this.....

Breaking News: Some Bullshit Happening Somewhere

And while I stood there........

I saw more than I can tell,

and I understood more than I saw;

for I was seeing in a sacred manner

the shapes of things in the spirit,

and the shape of all shapes

as they must live together like one being.

Ass Tracks.....

I was in the Moab area last week and the number of vandalized petroglyph sites was staggering....here are just a few more examples of douchebaggery ...

RED ROCK CANYON, Nev.

California Petroglyphs

Bishop, California

Black Mountain

and the list goes on.....

"Was awkward silence your goal with that? Because you nailed it buddy."

Black Friday 2013: Brawls, Trampling, Shootings

To those out looking for a bargain, Black Friday can seem like the best day of the year. Which it might be. If it wasn't for all the fighting, and trampling, and tazing, and stabbings, and shootings.

Come on, America. Is a cheap TV, $99 tablet or a free pair of socks with every purchase worth all that mess? And, in some instances, violence?

What a bunch of fucking assholes....

Stupidity

And of course Wal Mart always brings out the best in humanity

We will be known forever by the tracks we leave......

"Take the breath of the new dawn and make it part of you. It will give you strength."

Thanksgiving.......

Thanksgiving is supposed to be a warm, fuzzy holiday where family members get together to celebrate loving familial ties, share thoughts of thankfulness and eat pie. Maybe you’re so accustomed to mayhem and drama that you don’t even realize just how messed up your holiday was. Here are the top 10 signs your Thanksgiving sucked.

You should have listened to your wife when she said you should double-check the turkey with a meat thermometer. It didn’t look that undercooked… but by the end of the football game everyone was throwing up. Vomit and successful parties? Not unless you’re at a frat house.

The snarky comment you made about the Red Hatter’s Club during dinner? You shoulda kept your mouth shut.

So you kind of overdid it at dinner yesterday. But now it’s 4:00 p.m. Friday and you still can’t get those pants buttoned. It’s a black, black Friday indeed.

Aunt Ethel thinks that the sign of a good cook is a perfect pie crust; you thought no one would notice that you picked them up at the Shop-N-Save. Next time you’ll take them out of the store packaging and put them in a pie tin before bringing them to Ethel’s Thanksgiving dinner.

Uncle Wally voted for Romney; Uncle Bob voted for Obama. The heated political debate started over the turkey and mashed potatoes and turned into a fist fight on the front lawn before pie. At least the neighbors had something to talk about.

You figured that if you got the turkey out of the freezer by noon, you would have a fully-cooked, deliciously browned and tender turkey by dinnertime. Maybe your mother-in-law is right… you are an idiot. No one wants Ramen Noodles for Thanksgiving dinner.

Your party was so boring that everyone left at 6:00 to get in line at Walmart. You know your party sucks when people choose stampeding rednecks and cheap plastic crap from China over hanging out with you.

So you’re the only one in the family who’s not married. That doesn’t mean you can’t still contribute to the scintillating discussion at the adult table. Instead, you spent the evening watching Jimmy create mashed potato volcanos and Sally stuff peas up her nose.

Everyone was gathered around the television. It was the last 30 seconds of the game; the losing team was down by 3. Their quarterback had the ball… 40 yards from the end zone… 30 yards…. 25 yard….And, the cable went out. Somehow, a game of Charades just isn’t the same.

Yum…deep fried turkey. Sounded pretty good, didn’t it? You should have read the deep-fryer directions, though. You’re supposed to THAW THE TURKEY FIRST. Now, your house is burnt to the ground and you’re homeless. Happy Thanksgiving!

Via Catherine Rees