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The Patience Stone

The Patience Stone

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Published by Patrick McShane
Warning: Do not try this at home. Adult supervision is required. Failure is NOT an option. Should you succumb to extreme pressure situations, you should never attempt to perform this task. Two items required: A Basalt Stone, round flat, and weighing about 1 kilogram. A second stone known as a Quartz Stone about the size of a baseball. Requirements: Within a twelve hour period you must...
Warning: Do not try this at home. Adult supervision is required. Failure is NOT an option. Should you succumb to extreme pressure situations, you should never attempt to perform this task. Two items required: A Basalt Stone, round flat, and weighing about 1 kilogram. A second stone known as a Quartz Stone about the size of a baseball. Requirements: Within a twelve hour period you must...

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Published by: Patrick McShane on Feb 23, 2009
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The Patience StoneOr how I became the Patience ManPerformed by Patrick McShaneandMentored by Willy Lamere, Shoshone
Between 1975 and 1985 I spent as much time as I could afford away from mylife to spend time with a new found friend, Willy Lamere, a Shoshone Native American. When I met him, quite by chance, he was living on the reservation atFort Hall, Idaho. He was married to a lovely Native American wife who was adirect descendent of the famous Sacagawea, guide to Lewis and Clark as theytraveled through northern Montana and Idaho into the southern Snake Riverregion of Idaho. As the friendship with Willy grew I finally got the courage to ask him if he would consider teaching me the ‘Old Ways’ of his forefathers. I thoughtthat he would scoff at this request, coming from a white man, but he did not. Heagreed but warned me that there would be times that I would not like what hewould teach me. We agreed to agree and thus began a friendship that lasts intothis time.One summer we found ourselves along the banks of the great Snake Rivernear a place known throughout history as Guffey Butte. Guffey Butte is near thesmall rural town of Kuna, Idaho. We were talking about my Vision Quest that hewas going to guide me through sometime later that summer. As we stood beside the river I sensed that Willy had something on his mindbut seemed reluctant to reveal. He appeared nervous as though he was afraid tosay something to me. I didn’t know what to do or say so I just waited thinking
 
 
that when Willy was ready to speak, he would speak.Soon Willy said, “Patrick, do you mind if I tell you something that you mighttake offence to” ? I replied, “Willy, I could never take offence to anything youhad to say to me. I know if there is something that I do or say that you do notapprove of, you will tell me.” Willy continued, “As a white man you do not knowanything about PATIENCE. You are such a techno-fool that you don’t stop andtake the time to really see the wonders of the world around you. You miss somany things, your life seems so empty to me. I can’t take you through your Vision Quest if you do not even know the first thing about PATIENCE.” I was hurt, and Willy saw that what he had just told me had hurt. He told methat he was sorry if he had hurt me but that it was for my own good. We weregoing to have to deal with the Patience Issue before going on a Vision Quest. “Tell you what,” Willy said. “Tomorrow you will learn Patience.” “Yea right,” Ithought, “you are going to teach ME Patience?” Willy said, “I’m not going to ‘teach’ you Patience but I am going to Mentor youinto ‘Teaching Yourself Patience, tomorrow and it is going to only take one fullday.” Now I was intrigued…”What do I have to do?,” I asked.Willy stooped down and picked up a Basalt Stone that I had seen him eying afew moments before. It was round, flat, and about 4 inches thick and weighedabout 1 kilo as he handed it to me. It was unusual in size and shape but I soonobserved that there were others just as unusual, I hadn’t seen them before. Wetook a few steps and Willy stooped down again and picked up a baseball sizepiece of Cryptocrystalline, quartz by common name. Willy handed this stone tome. I saw that it had rough irregular edges and those edges seemed sharp andhard. “Tomorrow you will get up before the Sun rises. We will eat a big breakfast of steak, eggs, and toast. Coffee is a must. For the rest of the day you will eat ordrink nothing. You will not deviate from your task, unless you must answer thecall of nature. You will find a quiet secluded place beside the river where you willnot be interrupted by strangers and taking the quartz stone start to peck aBilateral Hole completely through the Basalt Stone. First one side, then theother. Back and forth and back again. You can not break the stone apart duringthe process. You must have a hole through the Basalt showing two sided holesthrough and through. This must be started as the Sun rises and be finishedbefore the Sun sets. If you break the stone in half, you do not get a secondchance. You get only one chance. There will be no Vision Quest without firstmaking your Patience Stone. Any questions?” “No, I’m ready,” I replied. After a wonderful breakfast I found a spot by the river, sat down cross legged,and was about to began to peck away when Willy said, “Before I forget, I wantyour watch. You will not be needing it today.” Now, for a man who prided himself in the knowledge that his entire life wasmarked with an Atomic Watch, Atomic Clock, Atomic Computer Clock. Taking aradio signal from the Atomic Clock located in Denver Colorado my clocks keptonly the most accurate of time. To be without it for the entire day was like
 
 
asking me to stand fully naked in the middle of the intersection of Ustick Roadand Milwaukee Avenue in Boise Idaho during a rush hour. I would be naked! After what I felt was fifteen minutes my arms and hands grew weary and as Ilooked at the Basalt Stone where I had been pecking I could see only a smalllight grey powdery spot, nothing that looked anything like a bilateral hole. “Thisis impossible,” I thought. “No one can do this. Willy must be crazy if he thinksanyone can do this.” I continued to peck.One hour and I felt that someone was watching me. I stopped and turned andsaw that Willy was standing behind me by about five meters. I frowned, turnedback to my work and kept pecking. I heard a slight snicker from Willy as hewalked away. That would be the last time that day I would see or hear Willyexcept for when the Sun set.Two hours and I came to the knowledge that there were a number of thingsthat were a source of great stress or pressure. To keep from going crazy I putthem into a logical order.1) To break the Basalt Stone meant failure. Failure was not an option.2) To break the Quartz Stone would be as disastrous as breaking the BasaltStone. The quartz would have to last long enough to create the bilateral hole inthe Basalt Stone. Failure was not an option.3) We were within three days of the Summer Solstice. This means that Iwould have about twelve hours to complete the task.4) I could never stop pecking. I could not afford the loss of even fiveseconds. I did not know how long this would take. I didn’t even know if it werepossible because I had neglected to ask Willie if he or anyone else had done itwhen he asked me if I had any questions. Then, he probably would not havetold me, just to put a little more pressure on me.5) Taking a nature break was also out of the question. I made sure that Ihad gone just before I started. I also refused to drink anything at breakfast evenwhen Willie tried to force me to drink his coffee. He was doing all he could to putthings in my way and I wasn’t having any of it.Three hours into the pecking and I had established a very comfortable rhythm.My hands, arms, shoulders, and overall body was no longer hurting or feelingfatigued. I was beginning to feel the onset of Euphoria.Six hours into the process and I was one with both stones. There was noawareness of sound or movement within fifty meters of me. Beyond thatdistance could just as well not have existed. I was deep into the process of teaching myself Patience. I was becoming a Patience Man.Nine hours into the process found me knowing that I was going to completethe task. I felt a warm fuzzy spot in the middle of my chest. It was the samefeeling as I get when I am urging my body to dump Endorphin into my body. Ithas been called by a number of names but it comes down to describing thesame thing. It is the Natural High that relieves pain unlike no morphine can do. Ifound myself wishing that I could prolong the feeling and process for the rest of 

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