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There is a road in the hearts of all of us, hidden and seldom traveled,
which leads to an unkown, secret place.
The old people came literally to love the soil,
they sat or reclined on the ground with a feeling of
being close to a mothering power.
Their teepees were built upon the earth
and their altars were made of earth.
The soul was soothing, strengthening, cleansing Scrollbox Code from KillerKiwi.net
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I met a man of many colors And a tear was upon his cheek. "Old man" I ask, "why do you cry With such an agonizing weep?" "Oh child" this man he says to me, "My heart is broken in so many ways That I believe this day to end Will find me out stretched and far within The encompassing earth of sin." I sat down beside this man And asked him "do not cry. For what you think is so bad That life will pass you by?" He looks at me with such sad eyes. And weeps ever more. He holds his hands out to me And alas, I do see The anguish of his heart. For his hands were different colors One is red and the other white, A leg he unclothed for me Was as yellow as could be And his other leg as black as night. "I am the father of the world. In case you do not know. And my children have grown apart And fight among themselves. For when they do not get along My arms and legs and hands and feet Destroys the very life of me. My hands of red and white Will not feed this face of night. And my legs of black and yellow, Will not stand beneath this body And support my heart and soul. For they argue far too much, And now I have grown old. So here I sit in this haven Of unwelcomeness. And when this day ends, A father I will not be. For my children of many nations Have forgotten how to accompany me. Scrollbox Code from KillerKiwi.net"When the Earth is sick, the animals will begin to disappear, when that happens, TheWarriors of the Rainbow will come to save them.~Chief Seattle ~Brother, you say there is but one way to worship and serve the Great Spirit.If there is but one religion, why do you white people differ so much aboutit? Why not all agreed, as you can all read the Book?~Sogoyewapha, "Red Jacket" - Senaca~"We who are clay blended by the Master Potter, come from the kiln of Creation in many hues. How can people say one skin is colored, when each has its own coloration? What should it matter that one bowl is dark and the other pale, if each is of good design and serves its purpose well."~Polingaysi Qoyawayma, Hopi ~"There is no such thing as 'part-Cherokee.' Either you're Cherokee or you're not.It isn't the quantity of Cherokee blood in your veins that is important, but the quality ofit . . . your pride in it. I have seen full-bloods who have virtually no idea of the greatlegacy entrusted to their care. Yet, I have seen people with as little as 1/500th bloodquantum who inspire the spirits of their ancestors because they make being Cherokee aproud part of a their everyday life."~Jim Pell: Principal Chief of the North Alabama Cherokee Tribe ~Scrollbox Code from KillerKiwi.netWords of WisdomThe American Indian is of the soil, whether it be the region of forests, plains, pueblos, or mesas. He fits into the landscape, for the hand that fashioned the continent also fashioned the man for his surroundings. He once grew as naturally as the wild sunflowers, he belongs just as the buffalo belonged....Out of the Indian approach to life there came a great freedom, an intense and absorbing respect for life, enriching faith in a Supreme Power, and principles of truth, honesty, generosity, equity, and brotherhood as a guide to mundane relations.You have noticed that everything an Indian does is in a circle, and that is because the Power of the World always works in circles, and everything tries to be round..... The Sky is round, and I have heard that the earth is round like a ball, and so are all the stars. The wind, in its greatest power, whirls. Birds make their nest in circles, for theirs is the same religion as ours....Even the seasons form a great circle in their changing, and always come back again to where they were. The life of a man is a circle from childhood to childhood, and so it is in everything where power moves.-Black Elk (Oglala) 1863-1950 Scrollbox Code from KillerKiwi.netThe Great Spirit is in all things, he is in the air we breathe. The Great Spirit is our Father, but the Earth is our Mother. She nourishes us, that which we put into the ground she returns to us....-Big Thunder(Bedagi)(Wabanaki Algonquin
Scrollbox Code from KillerKiwi.netIn the beginning of all things, wisdom and knowledge were with the animals, for Tirawa, the One Above, did not speak directly to man. He sent certain animals to tell men that he showed himself through the beast, and that from them, and from the stars and the sun and moon should man learn.. all things tell of Tirawa.All things in the world are two. In our minds we are two, good and evil. With our eyes we see two things, things that are fair and things that are ugly.... We have the right hand that strikes and makes for evil, and we have the left hand full of kindness, near the heart. One foot may lead us to an evil way, the other foot may lead us to a good. So are all things two, all two.-Eagle Chief (Letakos-Lesa) Pawnee Scrollbox Code from KillerKiwi.net"The white people, who are trying to make us over into their image, they want us to be what they call "assimilated," bringing the Indians into the mainstream and destroying our own way of life and our own cultural patterns. They believe we should be contented like those whose concept of happiness is materialistic and greedy, which is very different from our way.We want freedom from the white man rather than to be integrated. We don't want any part of the establishment, we want to be free to raise our children in our religion, in our ways, to be able to hunt and fish and live in peace. We don't want power, we don't want to be congressmen, or bankers....we want to be ourselves. We want to have our heritage, because we are the owners of this land and because we belong here.The white man says, there is freedom and justice for all. We have had "freedom and justice," and that is why we have been almost exterminated. We shall not forget this."-From the 1927 Grand Council of American Indians Scrollbox Code from KillerKiwi.net
"There are many things to be shared with the Four Colors of humanity in our common destiny as one with our Mother the Earth. It is this sharing that must be considered with great care by the Elders and the medicine people who carry the Sacred Trusts, so that no harm may come to people through ignorance and misuse of these powerful forces."-Resolution of the Fifth Annual Meetings of the Traditional Elders Circle, 1980
Scrollbox Code from KillerKiwi.netThe promise Creator gives usComes with every new day,The gift of breath, the gift of life,Opportunities in a vast array.How do we count our blessings,Through the choices life can bring?Is it through joyful lessons?Or the fears to which we cling?Are we learning to show gratitude,For the victories over human pain?By honoring the feeling choices,We grasp the will we've regained.Can we change our focus,With no need to defend?Acknowledging joy and sorrow,Without judging foe or friend?Tomorrow promises the fullnessOf every human way to know:How we master each challengeDetermines our balance -reflecting how we grow.The Promise of Tomorrow
Scrollbox Code from KillerKiwi.netIt doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting in your heart's longing.It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain.I want to know if you can sit in pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it.I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own,if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tip of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, or to remember the limitations of being human.It doesn't interest me if the story you're telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul.I want to know if you can be faithful and therefore be trustworthy.I want to know if you can see beauty even when it is not pretty every day, and if you can source your life from God's presence.I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of a lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, "Yes!"It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have.I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done for the children.It doesn't interest me who you are, how you came to be here.I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied.I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.I want to know if you can be alone with yourself, and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.
The InvitationBy Oriah Mountain Dreamer(A Native American Elder) Scrollbox Code from KillerKiwi.net
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One time there were five wolves, all brothers, who traveled together. What ever meat they got when they were hunting they would share with Coyote. One evening Coyote saw the wolves looking up at the sky. "Oh why are you looking up there, my brothers?" asked Coyote. "Oh nothing," said the oldest wolf. Next evening Coyote saw they were all looking up in the sky at something. he asked the next oldest wolf what they were looking at, but he would not say. It went on like this for three of four nights. NO one wanted to tell Coyote what they were looking at because they thought he would want to interfere. One night Coyote ask the youngest wolf brother to tell him, and the younger wolf said to the other wolves, "Let's tell Coyote what we see up there, He won't do anything." Do they told him, "We see two animals up there. Way up there, where we can't got to them." "Let's go up and see them," said Coyote. "Well how can we do that?" "Oh, I can do that easy," said Coyote. "I can show you how to get up there without any trouble at all." Coyote gathered a great number of arrows and then began shooting then into the sky. The first arrow stuck the sky and the the second arrow stuck the first. Each arrow stuck in the end of the one before it like that until there was a ladder reaching down to the earth. "We can climb up know ," said Coyote. The oldest wolf took his dog with him and then the other four wolf brothers came , and then Coyote. They climbed all day and into the night. All the next day they climbed. For many days and nights they climbed, until finally they they reached the sky. They stood in the sky and looked over at the two animals the wolves had seen from down below. They were two grizzly bears. "Don't go near them," said Coyote. "They will tear you apart." But the two youngest wolves were already headed over. And the next two youngest wolves followed them. Only the oldest wolf held back. When the wolves got near the grizzlies, nothing happened. The wolves sat downtown and looked at the bears, and the bears sat looking at the wolves. The oldest wolf, when he saw it was safe, came over with his dog and sat down with them. Coyote wouldn't come over. He didn't trust the bears. "That makes a nice picture, though," thought Coyote. "They all look pretty good sitting there like that. I think I'll leave it that way for everyone to see. Then when people look at them in the sky they will say, 'there is a story about that picture,' and they will tell a story about me." So Coyote left it that way. He took out the arrows as he descended so there was no way for anyone to get back. From down on earth Coyote admired the arrangement he had left up there. Today they still look the same. They call those stars Big Dipper now. If you look up there you'll see that three wolves make up the handle and the oldest wolf, the one in the middle still has his dog with him. The two youngest wolves make up the part of the bowl under the handle, and the two grizzlies make up the other side, the one that points toward the north star. When Coyote saw how they looked, he wanted to put up a lot of stars. He arranged stars all over the sky in Pictures and then made the Big Road across the sky with the stars he had left over. When Coyote was finished he called Meadowlark over. "My brother," he said, "When I am gone, tell everyone that when they look up to the sky and see the stars arranged this way, I was the one echo did that. That's my work." Scrollbox Code from KillerKiwi.netThe ApparitionsQuietly sitting before a small fire,
A lone Indian begins a ceremonial respect.
Reaching into a pouch,
He brings out a matter of medicine.
Which he offers to the four winds,
To Mother Earth and all his relations.
And from his heart, soul and mind,
He speaks to the medicine,
Using a language taught to him,
A language carried through time,
By the apparitions before him,
His ancestors.With words flowing from his heart,
Of the fire he speaks.
He ask the medicine for guidance,
To protect his people,
So that they will live a good life
And that their hearts, souls and minds,
Will be filled with the
Wisdom, knowledge and understanding
Of life and truth,
The traditional ways given to them,
As told through the medicine
By the apparitions before him,
His ancestors.Gently he sprinkles the medicine upon the fire.
He has spoken words to the medicine
Using the old language of his people,
Words that the medicine knows.
For such words are of a language
That have been used for centuries
In such a sacred manner.
Words that the medicine recognizes,
Words of life that come from no book,
Words that in fact allow the medicine to work.
This the lone Indian knows,
For he is given a nod of approval
By the apparitions before him,
His ancestors.And as the smoke heads upward,
Carrying the medicine and words,
An Eagle hover's above accepting the message,
Which will be delivered in a sacred manner.
And the apparitions of time gone by know
The Indian world will live on.
Such are the ways of a people,
Guided by apparitions of time gone by.
For here, there is no circus, no money,
No English words, no books, no mockery,
Just the reality of something very sacred,
Passed on to a people
By the apparitions who guide us,
The ancestors of yesterday...
Who guide only their people...
by Larry Kibby Scrollbox Code from KillerKiwi.net
The Sun DanceThe 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 Scrollbox Code from KillerKiwi.net
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You have noticed that everything an Indian does in a circle,and that is because the Power of the World always works in circles,
and everything and everything tries to be round.In the old days all our power came to us from the sacred hoop
of the nation and so long as the hoop was unbroken the people
flourished. The flowering tree was the living center of the hoop,
and the circle of the four quarters nourished it. The east gave peace
and light, the south gave warmth, the west gave rain and the north
with its cold and mighty wind gave strength and endurance. This
knowledge came to us from the outer world with our religion.Everything the power of the world does is done in a circle.
The sky is round and I have heard that the earth is round like a ball
and so are all the stars. The wind, in its greatest power, whirls.
Birds make their nests in circles, for theirs is the same religion as ours.
The sun comes forth and goes down again in a circle. The moon
does the same and both are round. Even the seasons form a great
circle in their changing and always come back again to where they were.The life of a man is a circle from childhood to childhood, and so it is
in everything where power moves. Our teepees were round like the
nests of birds, and these were always set in a circle, the nation's hoop,
a nest of many nests, where the Great Spirit meant for us to hatch our children. Scrollbox Code from KillerKiwi.net
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The True PeaceThe first peace, which is the most important,
is that which comes within the souls of people
when they realize their relationship,
their oneness, with the universe and all its powers,
and when they realize that at the center
of the universe dwells Wakan-Taka (the Great Spirit),
and that this center is really everywhere, it is within each of us.
This is the real peace, and the others are but reflections of this.
The second peace is that which is made between two individuals,
and the third is that which is made between two nations.
But above all you should understand that there can never
be peace between nations until there is known that true peace,
which, as I have often said, is within the souls of men. Scrollbox Code from KillerKiwi.net
What is Your Native American Totem?
Eagle
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Which Animal Are You: Wolf, Raven, Bear, or Deer?
Wolf: Loyal to his/her family. Independent, but loving and true.
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What type of Wolf Spirit are you?
You are the Forest spirit. You love to be out in the wild, and see all the animals. You're light hearted, and always having a good time. Hardships don't fall on you very heavily, because you take them in stride. What is life without pain and sorrow after all? You have many friends and love all of them, but sometimes you like to be alone.
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Heroes:
live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart.
Trouble no one about their religion;
respect others in their view, and demand that they respect yours.
Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life.Seek to make your life long and its purpose in the service of your people.
Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide.
Always give a word or a sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend,
even a stranger, when in a lonely place.
Show respect to all people and grovel to none.When you arise in the morning give thanks for the food and for the joy of living.
If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies only in yourself.Abuse no one and no thing, for abuse turns the wise ones to fools
and robs the spirit of its vision.When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled
with the fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep
and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way.
Sing your death song and die like a hero going home. Scrollbox Code from KillerKiwi.net
