Hello Friends and Relatives

Several years ago, when I first met her at Pilot Rock, Carolyn Hartness told me of her friend and teacher, Dr. K Kia Bunseki Fu-Kiau who is from the Congo. When she first spoke of him, I knew I would meet him. A couple of years later, this came to pass.

When Dr Fu-Kiau and I met and began to talk, we both saw connections between the models and system I developed for transformation and creating new realities and the teachings he brings from the Congo. Spirit helped me develop these models 25 years ago, before I hit the Red Road and before I met my Elder Brother, Dr Fu Kiau. I wept when I heard some of the African origins, just as I did when I began to learn of connections between the models I developed and the Red Road..

He has become a friend, colleague, elder brother and teacher for me. He will be in the Pacific Northwest from April 7th thru the 17th and will be in Indianola with Carolyn, in Portland, and Seattle for most of that time.

From April 11 to April 13th, he is here at Mossyrock Landing. On April 11th, from 12 to 6pm, plus a potluck dinner, we will have a Healing Circle here at Mossyrock Landing, my place, 179 Thomas Road, Mossyrock 98564.

On April 12, I speak at Unity Center during the 10 to 11 am service and Dr.Fu-Kiau joins me in the afternoon of that day from 12 to 2 pm at Unity/Centralia WA for the Second Sundays on Transformation Workshop I do there [Love offering basis]. During the evening of April 12, he is available for 1-on-1 consultations at Mossyrock Landing.

Dr. Fu-Kiau is a well known teacher of Congolese philosophy. He was initiated by his society’s secret schools and presents the world view of his people. His teachings have revealed to the world the most profound aspect of the Congo and in particular, the Bantu people’s way of life. He brings to the world one aspect of the healing way almost unknown to the world; a spoken medicine. These teachings are based on Dikeanga (a cosmogram, a Congolese medicine wheel). His teachings have brought him to many parts of the world including Brazil, Israel, Europe and here in the United States. These teachings bring the voice of peace to the world.

He has written extensively about his culture and is considered one of the leading experts in the world on the Congo. He has been teaching in many institutions, colleges, universities and cultural centers in the United States, including the prison system. He is currently running full day Deep Inside retreats on self healing and empowerment. He is a resident scholar at Ifetayo Cultural Center in Brooklyn, New York. He has been involved with the Seattle Art Museum, assisting them in identifying objects from his culture and their uses in traditional society. He has a Ph.D. in Education and Community Development and lives in Boston.

It is a time for healing.
Darya Funches, Ed.D.
Author, I Send My Blankets Over You

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This poem is part of my book by the same name.


I Send My Blankets Over You
By Darya Funches

I send my blankets over you,
layers of energy meant to keep you
from any that would do you harm.

I send my blankets over you,
loving sweet thoughts of truth,
all you need to keep you warm.

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Book Info

Remember, each family is like a nation
in a child’s reality and imagination.
No one remembers and no one tells
national secrets patriots know too well.
Fear constructs silent monuments of doubt,
red flags against telling, or you’ll be cast out.

The need for love revises the grief and pain,
and patriots are prisoners, protesting in vain.
Daily life goes on, appearances being mundane.
There are no safe places in this dangerous domain.
Wounds go untreated, beneath bandages and waste.
Little patriots dream and plan for future escapes.

No one remembers, no one tells
national secrets patriots know too well.
Molesters are traitors who invade their own troops, and
respond as if betrayed when all comes home to roost.
Perpetrators persist, imagining their deeds go unseen,
while we live on a universal projection screen.

Memories become triggered sensations,
without full meaning or true explanations,
justifying emotional and physical defenses, like
toughness and strength, belying frightened tenderness.
As adults, little patriots struggle to connect the dots,
co-creating lives with betrayal and exploitation plots.
Fear, hurt and low self-worth are the causal roots
of occupational dramas and low integrity pursuits.

No one remembers, no one tells
national secrets patriots know too well—
Until one day, we meet the right catalytic force;
turning memory’s sensations into flashes of light,
showing the course of relations repeating these plights.


Then someone remembers, someone tells,
helping our lineages heal and begin to live well.
For there are no dark places that go forever unseen,
while we live on a universal projection screen.

So, now we remember and now we tell.
Now we forgive ourselves and others as well.
We restore our self-worth and remove our armor,
no longer drawing perpetrators to replay these traumas.

Now we remember and now we tell.
Now we start over, learning to love ourselves.
We start by remembering why we were truly born,
what we agreed to do this time and the promises sworn.

We remember that Creation is before the womb,
that Creative Intelligence never dies or stays in a tomb.
We remember that any wound received can be healed.
We’re light arranged in flesh, branded with Creator’s Seal.

Learning to love the self is a worthy pursuit.
Survivors thrive in new soil, growing new roots.

Copyright 2005. Darya Funches, Ed.D.