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Wynona Raindance

Mother Earth will make things right!

About Me

I am Happily married to the same guy for 28 years August 26 st love him more everyday . Together we have 4 sons proud of each one . I am Native American Indian love learning of the old ways of life for the Native people and their crafts . Our oldest son married a sweet heart and gave us our first daughter that we always wanted Thank you son . I am Cherokee Choctaw Native American Indian I'am sad that my family was afraid to talk about being Indian and its time we all took a stand and spoke up for our rights in knowing our history that was kept from us I WOULD LIKE TO SCREAM FROM THE TOP OF THE MOUNTAIN I AM A NATIVE AMERICAN INDIAN AND I AM PROUD OF MY FAMILY AND ALL NATIVE PEOPLE WHO HAVE TAKEN A STAND AND SAID I AM NATIVE AMERICAN AND I AM PROUD Retold by Barbara Shining Woman WarrenIn the latter half of 1838, Cherokee People who had not voluntarily moved west earlier were forced to leave their homes in the East.The trail to the West was long and treacherous and many were dying along the way. The People's hearts were heavy with sadness and their tears mingled with the dust of the trail. The Elders knew that the survival of the children depended upon the strength of the women. One evening around the campfire, the Elders called upon Heaven Dweller, ga lv la di e hi. They told Him of the People's suffering and tears. They were afraid the children would not survive to rebuild the Cherokee Nation. Gal v la di e hi spoke to them, "To let you know how much I care, I will give you a sign. In the morning, tell the women to look back along the trail. Where their tears have fallen, I will cause to grow a plant that will have seven leaves for the seven clans of the Cherokee. Amidst the plant will be a delicate white rose with five petals. In the center of the blossom will be a pile of gold to remind the Cherokee of the white man's greed for the gold found on the Cherokee homeland. This plant will be sturdy and strong with stickers on all the stems. It will defy anything which tries to destroy it."The next morning the Elders told the women to look back down the trail. A plant was growing fast and covering the trail where they had walked. As the women watched, blossoms formed and slowly opened. They forgot their sadness. Like the plant the women began to feel strong and beautiful. As the plant protected its blossoms, they knew they would have the courage and determination to protect their children who would begin a new Nation in the West. .. width="425" height="350" .. MyGen Profile GeneratorHomeHistory Members Library Discography Videography Filmography Pictures Audio files Video clips Tape archive Concerts Related artists Merchandise Guestbook Chat Room What's New? SearchDirt FarmerGarth and Maud Hudson: Live at the WolfLevon Helm & the RCO All Stars LiveGarth Hudson: Our Lady Queen of the AngelsRick Danko: Cryin' Heart BluesRichard Manuel: Whispering PinesLevon Helm Band: The Midnight Ramble Sessions Vol.2Jim Weider: PercolatorElliot Landy's Woodstock Vision [sounds] Audio FilesCherokee Morning SongArranged by Rita Coolidge and Robbie Robertson. Album: Music for the Native AmericansWe n' de ya ho, We n' de ya ho, We n' de ya, We n' de ya Ho ho ho ho, He ya ho, He ya ho, Ya ya yaTranslation - We n' de ya ho Freely translated: "A we n'" (I am), "de" (of), "Yauh" --the-- (Great Spirit), "Ho" (it is so). Written as: A we n' de Yauh ho (I am of the Great Spirit, Ho!). This language stems from very ancient Cherokee

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My Interests

reading Comps tv all types of crafts learning the red road and native american History:

I'd like to meet:

My ggggrandparents " any elder that can teach me the ways of the cherokee people and my brothers I have never met. here is one of them and his lovely wife . This is Native Storm and Wynona's 3rd son Buddy Sly Fox and a friend at their home coming dance Oct, 28 th 2006 MY FATHER ROBERT HUMPHREYS MY SELF & NATIVE STORM MY DEAR MOTHER.. width="425" height="350" ..

Music:

Native Drums rock & roll all types of music

Movies:

all native american movies love stories

Television:

law movies westerns love stories

Books:

cassie ewdards native american romancesClay BallsA man was exploring caves by the seashore. In one of the caves he found a canvas bag with a bunch of hardened clay balls. It was like someone had rolled clay balls and left them out in the sun to bake.They didn't look like much, but they intrigued the man, so he took the bag out of the cave with him. As he strolled along the beach, he would throw the clay balls one at a time out into the ocean as far as he could.He thought little about it, until he dropped one of the clay balls and it cracked open on a rock. Inside was a beautiful, precious stone!Excited, the man started breaking open the remaining clay balls. Each contained a similar treasure. He found thousands of dollars worth of jewels in the 20 or so clay balls he had left. Then it struck him. He had been on the beach a long time. He had thrown maybe 50 or 60 of the clay balls with their hidden treasure into the ocean waves. Instead of thousands of dollars in treasure, he could have taken home tens of thousands, but he had just thrown it away!It's like that with people. We look at someone, maybe even ourselves, and we see the external clay vessel. It doesn't look like much from the outside.It isn't always beautiful or sparkling, so we discount it. We see that person as less important than someone more beautiful or stylish or well known or wealthy, but we have not taken the time to find the treasure hidden inside that person.There is a treasure in each and every one of us. If we take the time to get to know that person, and if we ask God to show us that person the way He sees him, then the clay begins to peel away and the brilliant gem begins to shine forth.May we not come to the end of our lives and find out that we have thrown away a fortune in friendships because the gems were hidden in bits of clay. May we see the people in our world as God sees them.I am so blessed by the gems of friendship I have with each of you. Thank you for looking beyond my clay vessel.

Heroes:

my husband Storm Rider Gray Eagle father, father in law, son and all have served Only two defining forces have ever offered to die for you, Jesus Christ and the American Soldier One died for your soul; the other for your freedom. son and his wife Amber

My Blog

A Cherokee home

O'SiYo all  my friends  If any of you  are Cherokee and  feel left out in the cold because  you are not on the dawes rolls or have a tribe or group to call family  check...
Posted by Wynona Raindance on Wed, 16 Aug 2006 02:58:00 PST

ever want to feel like you belong

O'SiYo   for those who don't know thats hi or hello in cherokee .  Have any of you ever felt like you had no home or don't belong any where .  Well its a long story but i was taken...
Posted by Wynona Raindance on Thu, 29 Jun 2006 08:14:00 PST