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kokopelliPetroglyphs of the image of Kokopelli are found carved on walls throughout the southwest dating back 3,000 years. The Anasazi and Hopi looked to Kokopelli to bring rain and fertility. His name means "koko" for wood and "pilau" for hump Kokopelli brings us happiness, fertility and long life. The hump on his back is said to be full of seeds, which are scattered over the earth to bring new crops. The flute being a phallic symbolism, some have called him the "Cassanova of the Cliff Dwellers." He is also thought to be a prankster. In a Winnebago variation of the legend, he possessed a detachable penis he would float downstream which, undetected, would impregnate the maidens bathing in the river. In other legends, he would bring the Spring, his flute music warming the earth and causing the villagers to dance the night away. In the morning, the crops would be sprouting, and all the women would all be pregnant. In all, his music is thought to bring joy, a regeneration of life, and happiness.
My grandson, "Red Bear"
Welcome my brother's and sisters to my internet circle.
Come journey with me back in time, come honor our ancestors.
You may call me "Raven" and I will lead you on this journey.
I have long walked between two worlds,
the world of today and the world of days gone by as all genealogist do.
I love to walk in the lands long since shrouded by time.
I have tried here on this page without predjudice
to honor all of my ancestors,
many of my ancestors were of Anglo-European origins,
some I am sure we're Native Americans.
I am on a journey to seek out my Native American Ancestors
and I appreciate all of your help and friendship on my journey.
Please come and sit with me at the fire...
GO AHEAD, MAKE MY DAY!
MY Baby
Lakota Prayer
Wakan Tanka, Great Mystery,
teach me how to trust
my heart,
my mind,
my intuition,
my inner knowing,
the senses of my body,
the blessings of my spirit.
Teach me to trust these things
so that I may enter my Sacred Space
and love beyond my fear,
and thus Walk in Balance
with the passing of each glorious Sun.
According to the Native People, the Sacred Space
is the space between exhalation and inhalation.
To Walk in Balance is to have Heaven (spirituality)
Please come my friends and sit by the fire for awhile.....
The Last Warrior
By W. J. Bruce
High on bleak, stony rag,
Unmoving, he sits astride
His ragged coated pony.
Only telltale frozen
breaths,
Separate them from
The still, winter black boles
Of ancient leafless trees.
The pony, blown and lame,
Stands with lowered head,
Ears flattened to the sound
Of a distant wolf pack.
The man on his back,
All weapons lost,
Ignores the trickling blood
From savage wounds,
Mingling his war paint.
Eyes burning fiercely
He strains to find
The sign he seeks:
Behind, the sound of enemy
Draws ever closer.
At last, faith rewarded,
He sees far below
In the deep valley,
Arriving at the edge
Of the fast flowing river,
The great she bear
With two gamboling cubs:
To fish the racing salmon,
Drawn relentlessly toward
Their age-old spawning ground.
Silently, the wounded brave
Offers his final prayer
To the eternal clan bear;
Totem and guardian
Of his battle slain tribe.
The enemy, exultant,
Are almost upon him,
Yet he looks not behind:
He sees only the Great Spirit,
Surrounding him kindly
In loving, firm embrace.
While the enemy closes in,
He straightens himself;
His voice rings loud and clear,
Echoing across the land
To the distant cloudless sky.
One last defiant war cry
As he spurs on his pony,
And leaps...
Into the world of his ancestors.
Princess Raven-Aleut Legend
The Chief did not like Raven
because he could transform
himself into various things.
He thought about turning
himself into a human,
but Raven wanted the Chief
to be able to notice his presence
when he saw the princess.
"I will fly into the air above the river
and turn myself into a hemlock needle.
When it floats down to you,
pick it up and swallow it."
Princess nodded and wondered
what was going to happen
as Raven flew into the air.
In an instant he was gone.
A small hemlock needle slowly
fell towards the water.
When it floated down
to her,the princess
picked it up and swallowed it.
She waited, but nothing happened.
Then she felt a jerk in her back.
The princess reached back
to see what the
pain was and to her surprise,
she felt feathers,
a wing grew out of her back
and wrapped around her.
It was so warm. The princess felt a
love like never before.
Raven and the princess felt
a love like never before.
Raven and the princess were
joined together
throughout all time.
All creatures that saw them
could feel the love
drifting from the face of the
princess and the wing of Raven.
from www.firstpeople.com
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Scenes From The Massacre at Wounded Knee.
December 29, 1890.
Chief Spotted Elk was killed during the battle with
the goverment troops at Wounded Knee. Seeing his frozen corpse
laying in the snow brings sorrow to my heart...
Sioux Faces From The Past
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Chief Touch The Clouds - Miniconjou.
Chief Touch The Clouds was seven feet tall
Brule Chief Ta- Ta-Ka-Wa-Kan, Sacred Bull,
signed Fort Laramie Treaty on April 29, 1868
not much else is known about this chief...
Kiss the bear! The bear wants a kiss!
My grandson fishing on his great uncle's land in Texas.
I love this picture!
I'd like to meet:
Do not grieve. Misfortunes will happen
to the wisest and best of men.
Death will come, always out of season.
It is the command of the Great Spirit,
and all nations and people must obey.
What is past and what cannot be
prevented should not be grieved for ...
Misfortunes do not flourish particularly
in our lives - they grow everywhere.
Big Elk - Omaha Chief
(www.firstpeople.com)
Kisses!
Archie Fire Lame Deer
1935 - 2001
mitakuye oyasin
Archie Fire Lame Deer grew up on the
Rosebud Reservation in South Dakota.
The son and grandson of medicine men, Lame Deer
left the reservation at the age of fourteen.
He served in the Korean War and was a stuntman in Hollywood.
Lame Deer was a lecturer on the Sioux religion and culture,
travelling around the world to teach and
share the Native American Spirituality.
The Legend of the White Buffalo Calf Women
One Day two Indian Warriors came upon a beautiful woman while hunting.
One of the warriors showed her no respect...and he was killed on a cloud of smoke
... ...and to the other warrior who thought she was holy,
she softly said, "Do not fear me,
for I will bring something to your people to help them live."
The good warrior rushed back to his people's camp with this news.
He told them to prepare for her arrival by thinking
honorable thoughts and by performing good deeds.
Some days later, the people heard beautiful singing coming from the edge of their campsite.
They stopped working and turned their eyes toward a truly beautiful sight.
It was the young Indian woman the warrior had spoken of.
But in person, she was far more beautiful than words could tell.
She was dressed in white buckskins and her long dark hair glowed like hot, liquid stone.
On her face was a most peaceful countenance and her smile showered the people in warmth and happiness.
"I have something special for you," she whispered.
And then she opened her bundle and revealed a sacred pipe adorned with twelve eagle feathers.
The people stared in awe as she showed them how to pray with the pipe
...and then she blessed the people.
She blessed the women saying, "It is the work of your hands
and the fruit of your wombs that keep your people alive." She looked upon the children, saying,
"You are the greatest possession of any nation,
you are the coming generations, the life of the people and the circle without end."
Then she turned to the men and said, "Offer prayers to the Wakantanka (Great Spirit) and love your children and women."..
"Take care of the pipe," she said, "and call upon its healing powers in times of sickness and war."
The gentle healer blessed them with one last song... ...and as she sang something amazing began to happen... ...the young woman's shape began to change into a magnificent white buffalo calf! The astonished people watched as the proud and strong animal gave a loud snort and then galloped into the prairie's setting sun.
Chief Gall Adopted half brother of Sitting Bull. A good looking man!
Chief Gall (1840-1894)
Band Lakota Hunkpapa Sioux
One of Sitting Bull's main lieutenants at the Little Bighorn, he turned back Reno's attack and took part in the final assault against Custer.
Some say it was Gall himself who actually killed Custer.
Chief Gall was said to have gained his unusual name when, as a starving orphan, he ate the gall bladder of an animal killed by a neighbour. He was one of Sitting Bull's main lieutenants at the 1876 Battle of the Little Bighorn. It was Gall who first rallied the younger warriors in the face of Major Reno's surprise attack against the First Nations village. After Reno's detachment retreated, Gall turned his attention to the main body of the 7th Cavalry under George Armstrong Custer. Some say it was Gall himself who actually killed Custer. Following the battle, Gall accompanied Sitting Bull in his retreat into Canada, where the two leaders eventually quarrelled. Gall and half of the Hunkpapa band chose to surrender to the U.S. They were held as prisoners of war before settling on the Standing Rock Reservation (located on the border between present-day South Dakota and North Dakota). The once mighty warrior turned his hand to farming until his death in 1894. When "Buffalo Bill" Cody launched his Wild West Show, he tried to hire Gall as one of the main attractions. "I am not an animal to be exhibited before crowds," was Chief Gall's reply.
Mangas Coloradas
Cochise
Taza
This is a painting by Neil Munn of Naiche, the last hereditary chief of the Chiricahua Apache Tribe. Naiche was born into the Chokonen band of Chiricahuas Apaches around 1856-1858. He was the youngest son of Chief Cochise. Taza was Naiche's full brother, both being the son's of Cochise and his wife Dos-teh-seh, daughter of Mangas Coloradas. After the sudden death of his brother Taza in 1876, he became the last chief of the "free" Chiricahuas. Naiche became chief of the Chokonen upon the death of Cochise in 1874, a position for which he had not been trained. Initially peaceful and co-operative with the whites, from 1881 onwards he was associated with Geronimo in a number of breakouts from the reservation. After his final surrender in 1886, he was a prisoner of war until 1913, in Florida, Alabama and finally at Fort Sill, Oklahoma. He spent his last years on the Mescalero reservation in New Mexico and died in 1919. He rode with Geronimo, had three wives at one time, and father of fifteen children. He was considered a great warrior, crack shot, gifted artist and in his later years to conform with the demands of the changing times he converted to christianity.
This little girl is the grandaughter of Cochise. I don't have her name or any info on her at this time.
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Honor the ancestors...do not forget them...
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Gould in honor of Leonard Peltier
The Sun Dance
The warrior dances proud and strong
and it matters not what they do to his body
for they can not take his mind, his spirit,
he still dances
the skull of the buffalo is heavy
and he pulls the load with pride
pierced and bleeding
no crown of thorns
there is honor in his steps
and the sun shines strongThere are noble warriors that look
look beyond
and the dance is more than the steps of one
the time is near, the day has begun
and remember the feast to come
when the dance is doneIt is not in vain, that torture, the sacrifice the pain
the death of the princess may make two brave men
a part of thier mother to remain with them
It brought down Westminster and the candle has a flame
the time is drawing nearer, though the warrior still remains
remember that concrete and steal can not contain
the time for the tethers to break is at hand
and the Thunderers come
and the Thunderers are calling
From the tree- the dancer freed
No holding a warriors spiritTake the time - Annas hands - they still remain
there is no wall, and there is no shame
to hold your head high and make your peace
the concrete is solid , but the soul it can't keep
The dancers are dancing - the eagle whistles blow
and the fire is stoked by friends as you go
remember the feast that is after the dance
when the warrior is free, the sacrifice made
the price is paid and more remain
to carry the dance on once again
the circle unbroken
the time is at hand
a warrior ,a spirit,
a soul- yet a man
he is just a man
but he is a man
all that is needed
if one will but stand
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A Tribute To Anna Mae Aquash.
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