News and Views


Ike’s latest book, Whistler of Petty Crimes, hits the public eye in early 2023. Giving a glimpse of what’s in store for readers, here’s the BACK COVER blurb:

“Far from expounding on ordinary life, Whistling of Petty Crimes introduces a time and circumstance that blows the lid off the commonly-held belief today mimics yesterday. Oh no. Not entirely.

Who knew fifty years ago—

  • Contempt for stray dogs and/or pine walls might lead to a lifelong litany of prejudices
  • Worse, psychological mayhem raged among people with peculiar thoughts and/or behaviors because therapists were yet to assign ailments their proper alphabet letters (i-e A-D-H-D, P-T-S-D, e-t-c, e-t-c)
  • Still worse, everywhere in the Black Hills of South Dakota, tourists were allowed to stick hands out of open car windows and feed bananas to bears roaming wild
  • In the same vein, during sub-zero winters, generations of Minnesota parents stunned their cabin-fevered children into dead silence by piling them in cars, taking off across the nearest ice-covered lake, and spinning their vehicles around—literally, ad nauseum
  • Worst of all, the emergency call number 9-1-1 universally relied on (in the US) today did not exist, adding havoc to all crises listed above

If perplexities pique your interest, dear reader, settle on Whistling of Petty Crimes and travel the whimsical wormholes of West’s matchless storytelling mind.”


2 May 2021

Wisdom Keepers Speak Their Piece

What transforms this world is —  knowledge. Do you see what I mean? Nothing else can change anything in this world. Knowledge alone is capable of transforming the world, while at the same time leaving it exactly as it is. When you look at the world with knowledge, you realize that things are unchangeable and at the same time are constantly being transformed.

— Yukio Mishima

Capture the process which humans, struggling to evolve, push against their shells until they quietly (but sometimes loudly) and slowly (but sometimes suddenly), crack open. — Lori  Gottlieb 


Announcing ike West’s Winter Online

2023 Astro-Weather Report I & II

Part I – Projections by SOLAR Astrologers

                         Sunday, December 4, 2022                 1 – 4 p CST US

Part II – Forecasts by LUNAR Astrologers

                         Sunday, January 22, 2023                    1 – 4 p CST US

Please see Lecture Page for course description and further information

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24 January 2021

Every Thought’s a Prayer


Recently, one of my friends and a member of the Texas Circle, made a comment about navigating the divisiveness between segments of the America public. “We’ve gotta watch everything we say.”

She alluded to how difficult it is these days to converse with others across the new cultural landscape without triggering hidden mines—emotional judgements that might put us in one camp or another simply because we dare open our mouths and speak our truth.
I was glad to hear this woman speak aloud to me the difficulties that we frequently face. In lieu of a big hug, I gave her a heartfelt smile. I felt for her. Today, it can be difficult to live our core values, especially as women. Truly caring, compassionate people innately feel the drive to connect, touch, and nurture through words and facial expressions. Now our faces are seldom seen in public and our words when spoken, are judged, often harshly, to put us in what others decide is “our place”.
If only these chasms between people were gone. Unfortunately, astrologers predict the judging of one another becomes more radically righteous in 2021, not less. People will feel more isolated and shunned just because their spoken truths don’t match that sanctioned by society as a whole.
I don’t know what I said that day in response to my friend’s consternation about being judged. But in my mind, I whizzed around the Wheel of Memories, as I often do at my age, and alighted on wisdom gained while living in the tribe decades ago:
“Welcome to living in a sub-culture…” –––Dallas Chief Eagle

“At the start of the next [21st] century, the government will turn all of you into Indians.” –––Roger Buffalo Head

(Think parallels between: natives being forced to wear white people’s clothing one hundred years ago, and modern people being forced to wearing masks in public; natives forced to stay on reservations a century ago, and ‘moderns’ forced now to stay at home; the high number of natives dying from typhoid-infused blankets in the 1800’s and the high number of moderns dying currently.)

And finally,

  • “Every thought (think: spoken word) is a prayer.” –––Ancient Grandmothers

This last bit of acuity comes to my mind often. It suggests the remedy to what ails us is inside the heart and soul, not the outside world. To heal we might concern ourselves with how much thought we put into what we say. Are our thoughts always—or mostly—filled with material world maladies, political or otherwise. It’s up to each of us as individuals to take measure and restore balance in our minds. In our thoughts.

If we find ourselves judging others for what they do or say, (we all do it!) we’re being given a signal: time to clean up the mind space—the inner self, not the outer environment. That’s where the most deeply-seated (think: -seeded) contagion, as prolific as any material world virus, grows among us. We need to remind ourselves: every thought is a prayer.

My prayer? The thoughts spoken aloud and shared between us are watched, guarded diligently while still in our heads, so we don’t get put into any camp or category by others, especially people who are overly judgmental or self-righteous. Doing so, we keep attitudinal chasms from widening. And eventually stitch together the space torn apart by hatred and violence in all its forms. It’s not a bad thing, this “we gotta watch what we say.” Like the Dakota Grandmothers, I’d like to see that mature to become “we gotta watch what we think.” Negative words spoken aloud and those silently held can be just as toxic in the astral realms.

Most people I know are part of an emerging segment of society that wants to truly heal the rifts that tear us apart. Perhaps we’re only a small percentage of people that aren’t self-righteous, and honestly hope to see tolerance blossom and grow. Good for us! Once we recognize thoughts are prayers, we can accept the idea that if we are gentle in our thinking, at least some crises in the human family might actually abate.

At any rate, it’s the woman’s way to handle difficulties. We meet disasters with nurturance; soothe the nerves and calm the fears, and then, adversities show us the opportunities inherent within them. Seems like a tall order in a society where the most aggressive actions and loudest howls grab the media’s (and therefor, the public’s) attention. But, to the few who are on board and grappling with the finer levels of rampant disharmony, let me repeat the words of Dallas Chief Eagle: “Welcome to life in a subculture.” A subculture where we learn to watch what we say and think, and in so doing, find not repulsion or frustration, but satisfaction—at contributing to the world’s much-needed recovery.



29 December 2020

Astro-Weather Report II: Lunar Forecast

Sunday, February 7, 2021


This lecture weaves together lunar predictions for the 2021 New Year, starting February 12th with the dark moon. The Chinese consider 2021 the year of the White Metal Ox, bringing powerful changes in all directions sure to impact everybody on Earth.

While no payment for service is required, a Blessing Gift of 35 USD or more is appreciated. Any monies given supports ike and tribal families/programs.

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20 December 2020

Sophie Eagle’s Dedication


Thanks to ike’s oldest granddaughter’s perseverance over several months, the website has a new face—and on some pages, new information. Sophie watched her dad, Bryan of, create websites all her growing up years. She figures: why not give it a shot herself. So, to get started, she took on the job of re-doing a simple granny site. And her own gramma’s fit the bill.

With a little help from dad, Sophie pretty much taught herself the right moves, the proper clicks, learning as she went along. No easy feat, as she’s finishing high school, while at the same time, taking community college classes. Bravo, Sophia!

Sophie’s dedication to this particular work goes deeper than her curiosity about the website creation process, and whether or not she could scale the technical walls required to reach the epitome of a well-functioning, attractive internet site. She’s facing graduation, turning eighteen and going out into the world on her own soon. She tosses and turns many nights at the prospect of all that personal transformation, contemplating how to make these transitions smoothly, in a world that “costs a lot of money”, says the kid facing adulthood.

Let’s rewind even further back in time. Towards the end of my six-month exile in Greece (March – August 2020), I fielded an email SOS from Sophie at home in Austin. She needed help. She needed a job. Plenty of applications had been tossed out. A few interviews resulted, but she never scored an offer to work. In her youthful mind, Sophie felt certain it was something she had (or had not) done that lead to being passed by in favor of another candidate. She was heartbroken.

“No, no, no,” I assured her. The blame was not to be placed on some lack of her own, but instead, the desperate world situation. At the time, sixty percent of single mom’s in the US didn’t yet have their jobs back from earlier in the year. And those hiring would choose to employ mothers who had children depending on them to put food on the table, roofs over their heads, and so on. In the competition between hiring family breadwinners or teen applicants, the former quickly becomes the obvious choice for newly-selected employees.

Sophie thought about this and lightened up a bit. Then some more, when I offered to interview and pay her to work for me, if we could strike a deal agreeable to both of us. We did. And the first task: update the website. Then together we’ll later branch out and explore other areas of the internet/computing jungle. Low-tech gramma and high-tech grandgal. It’s a team made in heaven. Afterall, in every age, youth need to catapult their dreams for a better world out across the generations. Thank you, Sophia, for sharing your precious time, energy, I’m honored to play a small role in the pursuit of your ambitions.

May all relationships be light


24 January 2021

Happy Lunar New Year!

Our Western calendar indicates the Lunar year begins in another nineteen days. However, according to Lunar Astrologers from many cultures, the spirit of the year arrived in  mid December.

Whether this greeting is early, late, or right on time, know the sentiment and good wishes are heartfelt. This Lunar year (2021) is one in which relationships are stressed. Not so much because we annoy one another, but because of circumstances outside the relationship. Well, that’s no big surprise, what with the hard-core difficulties around us today. And, if this were only true in a few of our closest relations, what a wonderful year it might be. The problem, it’s apt to be the case in every arena of our lives. Relationships in 2021 are stressed.

I’m not kidding. If only I were. But here it comes, more bad news. The year ahead is typified by an over-abundance of water. Water, water, everywhere. Gushing out of every tear duct on every face in the human family. It’s what happens when water is out of balance with other elements: earth, wood, metal, and so on. We end up out of balance ourselves. Emotions gushing everywhere. So, when wishing you a happy Lunar New Year, I’m doing so in the hopes your relationships will not be fraught with stress and tears, but instead, blessed with tranquility and laughter.

Happy Lunar New Year!

Infant ike outside Ft. Snelling Military Housing, winter 1950.


20 December 2020

Puffins at the Start

I grew up telling my parents about memories I had as a baby. They were astounded by what I shared. I described an old crib and where it stood by a window. Covered in green paper with red threads running through it, small squares were made that just fit my tiny finger tips. I liked to play there, in that white crib with chipped paint, reaching through the slats and poking the window insulation paper during cold Minnesota winters. There were other early memories I described in detail.

What most impressed my parents was my remembering a residence from the first year of my life. Beyond all odds, I was able to recall events that took place in makeshift military housing, where we lived until my first birthday. Afterwards, we moved to an apartment with winterized windows and doors; the green insulating paper unnecessary and the old crib with the flakey paint left behind.

What I remembered happened in the dark of night. The house remained quiet and still. I slept little and lightly, but never cried out for adult comfort. I didn’t need it. Didn’t want it. I found the stillness of night soothing enough. Often, I spoke words in a whisper. And not the “ma-ma” or “pa-pa” variety. No, “puffin” was the word I uttered again and again, night after night. I sensed puffins were special creatures, although had never pictured them as birds or animals. I simply admired them enough to make that name my nightly mantra.

Strange, moors and puffins are not introduced to children in Minnesota. They are, however, prevalent in Norway. And the majority of families settling the state, this part of ‘new world’, immigrated from the ‘old country’ of Norway, including my own. Still, we were Midwesterners. Puffins and moors were worlds away.

Now as an adult, I sometimes wonder, before one year of age, did I recall not only the window and crib, but the puffin and moor of my ancestral homeland? Had I lived a previous lifetime (or many) in that part of the world?

I’ll never know until perhaps the time I reunite with ancestors in the Great Beyond. But I’m content to live with that. One thing is clear, to this day, my heart thrills when I see a puffin—even photos in a book captivate me. And the moors I’ve tromped in Wales, Ireland and Scotland, well, their breathtaking beauty fills me with enthusiasm and a buoyancy I’ve rarely experienced in other places.

At first, while Sophie and I worked to refresh this website, we thought about topping it off with an Eagle photo. After all, Eagle is Sophie’s last name. But in the end, we agreed, for me, the totem to highlight must be the puffin. In this way, we circle back to my earliest memories; and recognize my love for the puffin remains strong.

In appearance, puffins look like a Heyoka, or sacred clown, black and white in body, red and gold of face. They live contrary too. Once born on coastal lands, puffins go out to sea. The opposite of most creatures, puffins forsake the comforts and shelter offered on land, and stay not in flocks, but float solo across vast open waters miles from terra firma.

Today, we are like Puffin. Having lost our harbor, we’re set adrift. The contrary puffin reminds us not to cling too tightly to familiar shores, but rather, gain comfort with the drift. Wave after wave of unknown beckons us into that vast ocean of ambiguity, until we eventually relax and feel at home there.