Meet Bear Walker
Bear Walker, Holistic Practitioner, has specialized in the Bio-Tracker computer system for over 25 years. The science behind the Bio-Tracker is called Electrodermal. Electrodermal utilizes the body's Galvanic Skin Response (GSR) markers to evaluate the thirty (30) systems of the body. This scientific, diagnostic system also has capability to test 35,000 more bits of information. Such cutting-edge technology enables Bear to accurately identify, measure, document imbalances of the body and track overall progress. Coupled with his vast knowledge of the workings of the body and ability to draw on his ancient, native wisdom of treating the body as a whole (body, mind and spirit), Bear is in a category all his own.
In 1996, Bear founded an Earth Medicine Institute, teaching doctors and lay people in the United States; London, England; Vienna, Italy; Munich, Germany and several other locations around the world. He's established teachings ranging from Cellular Biology, the eight systems of the body to Medical Anthropology.
In addition to Bear’s wealth of knowledge in Alternative Medicine, he offers a heartfelt concern for his patients’ whole being, assisting in their growth, physically, emotionally, mentally and spiritually.
The question I get most often from my patients, students or friends (young and old) is, "Can you tell me a story?" Tell me what it was like to grow up in the native ways. This is exactly what I used to ask my own grandfather. So all the stories that I've shared with my own children or any one else are the stories my kind, sweet and simple grandfather shared with me.
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When I was just a wee pal holding my grandfather's hand and walking through the woods, or sitting with him in his work shed polishing rocks, or falling asleep around the campfire under the stars, my grandpa would share – and those stories were treasures to me. Even if I had heard it many times before, my heart would actually feel warmer, as he slowly and perfectly told the story – watching his face, and seeing his eyes dancing and smiling as his hands moved to emphasize the plot. It was more wonderful than any TV show there ever was. The stories were medicine, he told me, and it sure felt that way to me.
Getting a Wild Child to Listen. I was a wild child, capable of causing teachers nightmares and mental stress. School seemed like captivity to me. I could cause more chaos and confusion than any other five boys combined.
However, grandfather had a way with me. He saw the “fire in me,” as he would say, and his idea was to give it to the wind. He had a simple solution to handle me. “Bear,” he would say, “go way up that hill and get me five rocks.” When I had returned he would send me up another hill and into the forest to get five more rocks – then in the other direction to get him something else very important. After hours of running I would sit on a big rock – tired out and ready to listen. He would start talking and I would listen for hours calmly and intently.
Today, I probably would be classified as ADD or ADHD. Grandfather, with his very brief formal education, didn’t prescribe meds. He did suggest I should run to school every morning. Each of the treasures and the animals that I would see on the walk would help me that day.
Stories Showed Us the Way. As I grew up, still always asking grandfather to tell me a story, I began to see common elements. The four directions -- east, south, west, and north -- had so many more meanings than geographic markers. They were the teachings from the medicine wheel – about time of day and year. They represented certain ways of power, and were integral parts of our ceremonies and our stories. No matter where we went, the four directions always kept us on track, like our elders, showing us the way.
To this day, I never get lost in the forest(the city however, is another thing). A story about the east is very different than a story about the west. Everything in our native way starts in the east and ends in the west. The east represents daybreak, springtime, fresh starts and new beginnings. The south is about mother’s love, nurturing and care, daytime and sunshine. The west represents sundown, fall time, completions and harvests. The north is the night, spirit time, dreamtime, death and passing. So, you see, the four directions are very important to every story.
“I Am on Fire”. The four elements were also very important to our teachings and stories from the medicine wheel. I remember the cross grandfather showed me. He would touch his forehead and say, “fire”; touch his lower belly and say, “earth”; touch is left shoulder and say, “water”; and touch his right shoulder and say, “air.” Then, bringing his hands together over his heart, he said strongly and slowly, “I am!” This, from my earliest recall, was such a sacred time. Grandfather stood so proud as he showed me the ancient Midwinwin symbol of power and unity. He would then explain, “You know you are made of these four elements. You are literally on fire.” I studied later in cellular biology and found how right he was. Even though he had never heard of mitochondria, he knew we were on fire. Take your temperature; it is 98.6 degrees.
And, we are actually made of the earth. All 72 minerals, vitamins, and trace minerals inside usare the same as held in the earth: calcium, magnesium, etc. They are in our bones, muscles, brain and so on.
Water, powerful healing force that makes up approximately 70 percent of the earth’s surface, is flowing through us. About 70 percent of our body is made of water, which cleanses and cares for us perfectly.
Air or wind, as we call it, is our gift from spirit. Pneumo is a word that means both spirit and air. Just like a baby breathes his or her first breath, it’s a gift -- a gift that we, in the native way, are so thankful for. “Migwitch,” our word for thankful, is in every breath we take. We are the wind that carries our bodies and spirit.
This elemental cross and the four directions are profoundly important and sacred to us; and we must hold them in reverence.
A Sacred Ceremony. At age 13, my grandfather and I performed a sacred ceremony. After a vision quest, dreaming of my elders and spirit helper animals, he told me it was time for my medicine pouch, or “Mashkimodence.” And so in March on the new moon, we traveled east into the forest and the ceremony began. I sat on a rock on the south side of the fire as grandfather raised over his head a leather pouch filled with my many blessed animal totems and sang the song of the four directions. I began to shake, and became more aware than ever before. Grandfather carefully put the pouch in the fire; and I felt the fire from inside out. Then he buried the pouch in the earth, and I felt the comfort and protection of the Mother. He plunged my pouch into the cold water, and I felt cleansed as if I was washed completely. Then he held my pouch into the wind, and I felt myself breathe deeper than ever. My spirit soared in the wind with a passing owl, one of my animal totems. After hours I returned to my body and sat there with him into the sunrise. To this day, I carry that pouch in honor of grandfather’s ceremony.
I have always loved stories, especially true ones. A man from a Jewish tribe once told me a story about a very rich man who suffered from a broken heart. The broken hearted man searched for a cure, and asked if the ‘tzaddik’ could help repair his heart. In this Jewish tribe’s culture, a "tzaddik" is an old man with amazing powers. The broken hearted man was told the tzaddik might be able to help him, but he must first find the tzaddik.
After following some very difficult directions, the broken-hearted man came to the poor part of town, to the door of a tailor. He thought he had made a mistake. He retraced the directions and ended up in the same place. He looked into the window and saw an amazing light around this man and knew he was special. Then he thought, “I have no reason to go into a tailor shop.” So the broken hearted man decided to rip his own pants, as an excuse to visit the tailor.
After entering the shop, the tailor looked at him and said, “This is a perfect time to mend those pants. Take them off and give them to me.” The tailor, with needle in hand, focus, and attention, slowly began to repair the pants. As the needle moved through the pants, the broken hearted man felt it in his heart. With each stitch, his tears flowed with forgiveness. As forgiveness overwhelmed him, his heart was repaired.
The Gift of Story. I love the story of the broken-hearted man and, it was after my grandfather passed in 1984, that I heard it. Still, it always makes me think of sitting in grandfather’s work shed – potbelly stove burning and the little red hot logs. When people would come over just to watch my grandfather use his foot-pedal grinder to polish stones, I could see in their faces their lives being polished. There is tremendous power in a story, and they are fun as well.
Stories can take us to another place. When I watch the movie "The Never Ending Story" with my son Dakota, it’s as if we are part of another world.
The tale is about a quiet dreamy boy named Bastian, age 10, who loves to read and is confronted by bullies on his way to school. He flees into a used book store where a strange leather-bound volume attracts him. The owner warns him away from it, explaining that it is dangerous: once entering its world, the reader cannot escape. Bastian borrows the now irresistible book and hides in the school attic. Bastian anxiously reads the book that tells the story of the magic kingdom of Fantasia that is doomed to destruction, unless the boy Atreyu can save it. But Atreyu needs the help of an Earthling boy to avoid "The Nothing" from destroying his world. Bastian begins to understand that he is a part of the story and that the survival of the world is up to him. The story ends as Bastian becomes the hero with many more adventures and wishes coming his way.
Stories bring families close together, and can be shared many times over. When I share stories with my loved ones -- whether they are about my dear sweet grandfather, my younger days, books, or TV -- it is exactly what my grandfather did with me. Now, my son Dakota can share the same experience I shared with my grandfather through the gift of story.
by Bear Walker
I was blessed to grow up with the master of ancient wisdom, my grandfather, an Anishanabe Elder. His simple wisdom and insight were a huge part of my early training and he never tired of my constant questions.
I learned of the sacred teachings of the Medwiwins in the Anishanabe tribe. The closest name or word for Medwiwins in today’s language would be Shaman. So my beloved grandfather taught me the ancient ways of the medicine wheel, which are the basis of all teachings.
The medicine wheel was a gift from Great Spirit to our tribe. From the earliest time we used the wheel to mark time and honor the four directions and the four elements: fire, earth, water and wind/air. From these ways we find our balance.
In the golden moment. In addition to English, my grandfather had difficulty understanding time. He never wore a watch, and was never on time. He couldn’t get the concept of time for money, ten dollars for an hour’s work. But, “in the moment” was a sacred concept.
It had to do with being inside of the center of time. It had to do with slowing the speed of time down, and going into the gap. We also honored what he called a “golden moment.” We would often meet at sunrise sitting in the silence waiting for the first spark of light, and I still remember the magic feeling of the golden moment. We would sit there on the rock overlooking the water. As the sun slowly but magnificently rose, we were in the center of the golden moment. We could feel the vibration, see the color, smell the crisp power, hear the complete silence and taste the sweetness of the golden dew.
No matter where I have traveled since – and I have traveled all over this amazing earth – the beauty of the concept of the golden moment has always been a part of everything I do.
Deepak Chopra uses the term, “the gap.” This is also an ancient teaching of the Vedic masters. It’s in the gap, at the center of the wheel, that we connect with unlimited potentiality. So many of you have had that experience. For me, it was the golden moment I described earlier. It can happen gardening, during yoga, or even driving. You might say something like, Where did the time go? or Wow, how did I get here? You went out of your fourth-dimension body into fifth-dimension potentiality. It is amazing!
Getting there. First, let’s be clear on what I mean by fourth dimension bodies. We all know what the three dimensions are, right? Height, width, and depth.- you know, “3D people.” . The fourth dimension is the experience of time or maybe better said, the illusion of time. But then again, maybe all four dimensions are illusions!
After my first 18 years of being with my grandfather, and his simple but profound ancient teachings, I started training with some of the most advanced teachers in the world, specializing in cellular biology and quantum physics.
My studying took me from northern Michigan to Toronto, then Pittsburgh, ending up at NASA working with computers that interface with our bodies, reading the electrical impulses that our bodies put off (galvanic skin resistance) and transferring these impulses to binary codes that computers can understand.
From the quantum perspective. Bodies are made of cells. Cells break down to energy, waves and particles. In simple terms: everything is made of atoms; atoms are made of energy; energy comes from consciousness.
All energy starts in the center. Whether we speak about zero-point gravity, quantum atomic potential, or being in the moment, the power is in the center of the wheel and you can get to the center by slowing everything down. You move from a fourth dimensional experience to a fifth dimensional transformation by slowing it down.
Connecting with the fifth dimension. Over my many years of practice I have seen people helped by various incredible remedies, herbal medicine, proper nutrition, special diet, and so on. I am now, and will continue to be, an advocate for all of these. However, I firmly believe that the future of medicine will be in the aiding of all people to connect to the fifth dimension. By doing so, we will activate and accelerate our DNA to take us where we were created to go. I like to use the analogy that are lives are like a Lamborgini that we are currently driving around in first gear while applying the brake. As we begin to learn how to transcend into the fifth dimension, it’s like taking that Lamborghini into fifth gear with the pedal to the metal!
We are magnificent powerful beings! Let us awaken to the power we were meant to have. It has been said many times that we are in the age of information. Let’s take that work apart, “in form,” or “holding form” is four dimensional. We now are moving into the age of inspiration or, “in spirit,” the fifth dimension. What an amazing time this will be! Let all of us use our power from our centers to move into these sacred times!
A special thanks to Makenzie Walker, my daughter, age 12 at the time, for her excellent typing skills!
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