Live Virtual Group Session: 6PM EST November 22nd 2021 

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For this session we close-read the poem A Map to the Next World by Joy Harjo, posted below.

Our prompt for this session was: “Draw (with words) a map to a next world.”

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 A Map to the Next World by Joy Harjo

for Desiray Kierra Chee

In the last days of the fourth world I wished to make a map for
those who would climb through the hole in the sky.

My only tools were the desires of humans as they emerged
from the killing fields, from the bedrooms and the kitchens.

For the soul is a wanderer with many hands and feet.

The map must be of sand and can’t be read by ordinary light. It
must carry fire to the next tribal town, for renewal of spirit.

In the legend are instructions on the language of the land, how it
was we forgot to acknowledge the gift, as if we were not in it or of it.

Take note of the proliferation of supermarkets and malls, the
altars of money. They best describe the detour from grace.

Keep track of the errors of our forgetfulness; the fog steals our
children while we sleep.

Flowers of rage spring up in the depression. Monsters are born
there of nuclear anger.

Trees of ashes wave good-bye to good-bye and the map appears to

We no longer know the names of the birds here, how to speak to
them by their personal names.

Once we knew everything in this lush promise.

What I am telling you is real and is printed in a warning on the
map. Our forgetfulness stalks us, walks the earth behind us, leav-
ing a trail of paper diapers, needles, and wasted blood.

An imperfect map will have to do, little one.

The place of entry is the sea of your mother’s blood, your father’s
small death as he longs to know himself in another.

There is no exit.

The map can be interpreted through the wall of the intestine—a
spiral on the road of knowledge.

You will travel through the membrane of death, smell cooking
from the encampment where our relatives make a feast of fresh
deer meat and corn soup, in the Milky Way.

They have never left us; we abandoned them for science.

And when you take your next breath as we enter the fifth world
there will be no X, no guidebook with words you can carry.

You will have to navigate by your mother’s voice, renew the song
she is singing.

Fresh courage glimmers from planets.

And lights the map printed with the blood of history, a map you
will have to know by your intention, by the language of suns.

When you emerge note the tracks of the monster slayers where they
entered the cities of artificial light and killed what was killing us.

You will see red cliffs. They are the heart, contain the ladder.

A white deer will greet you when the last human climbs from the

Remember the hole of shame marking the act of abandoning our
tribal grounds.

We were never perfect.

Yet, the journey we make together is perfect on this earth who was
once a star and made the same mistakes as humans.

We might make them again, she said.

Crucial to finding the way is this: there is no beginning or end.

You must make your own map.

2 thoughts on “Live Virtual Group Session: 6PM EST November 22nd 2021 

  1. There will be signs.
    If you have listened to the stories of the old ones
    You will be empowered to notice them.

    Fire. Chaos. Destruction.
    The reverse flight of great flocks of birds
    Drawn away from you by the pull of inscrutable forces.

    These things signal the time
    When a new world is about to be born
    From the chaotic destruction of the old.

    Look for the tracks of the White Deer.
    Follow them to the [red] cliff
    Form which you can safely journey [to your new] home.


  2. This text was so rich for me that it was difficult to choose one aspect of it to write about. I’m familiar with Native American concepts of moving from one “world” to another as we evolve, and of some of the transition issues involved in moving from the fourth to the fifth world. The text also made me think about quantum physics theories about parallel universes, and to wonder how those theories might reflect the concept of different worlds or realities suggested by Harjo. The mention of needing a map to move from one world to another also made be think of the “map” I teach shamanic apprentices to follow for safely journeying back and forth between physical, ego-consciousness reality and shamanic, mythic-consciousness reality, which ensures that they actually arrive in shamanic, and not some other reality or “world” when journeying.


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