There is the beginning time of the prophecy; when mankind decides which path to follow, materialism or spiritualism. There is a heavy and darken line, between each decision; this is a moment of time and space. It’s when one must choose which path to follow, which choice is today; because the outcome can last forever. If the material path is followed, as represented the result is a very jagged edges and cut like the double edge sword and always be unstable and will result in destruction of you own demise. If the spiritual path is followed, the result will be peaceful and filled with harmony in this lifetime…
I recently in sitting with a tribal Elder told him how I’ve been wondering about for quite some time it’s about our ancestors in the time they lived in the tipis, I’ve been wondering about the tornado area, how did the tribes live through it and were the tipis left untouched because they are a round and pointy shape or were they just destroyed because the tipis had that shape for a reason, I started wondering about this after seeing a news flash about a tornado and the destruction it left in its wake last month. It always amazes me what I learn as we sit for hours and he lets me drill him. I share with you his reply The part about the ants fascinated me. After he told me this and when I herd on the news a storm was coming I checked out an ant hill. Try yourself. Find a hill and take note how it looks. Then when a storm is coming check that same hill again. It is just as he told me:
As we all know tornadoes cause tremendous damage to property and structure of today’s standards and can cause many deaths in the past of a tornado. A tornado is characterized by superficial damage to structures and vegetation. Well-built structures are typically unscathed, sometimes sustaining broken windows, with minor damage to roofs and chimneys. Billboards and large signs can be knocked down. Trees may have large branches broken off or even uprooted. Tornadoes aren't common in many parts of North America so the majority of native people never had to contend with them. Torrential storms like Tornadoes but encountered may other elements, but for those who did, they knew what tornadoes were. Many people thought they were being punished but no they weren’t punished it’s just an act of Nature and almost all American Indians knew this as they then saw tornadoes as one more manifestation of nature by the Creator of the earth. They also knew being in the storms and rapid winds and tornadoes path, you do what people do now: hunker down and hope for the best then rebuild when it’s over. Teepees were lite weight compared to the structures of a house or a building so it was quite easy for a tornado to destroy or blow a teepee away. Why would you think any differently? There isn't a lot that can be done about Nature and its adverse weather but they survived all odds. Think about all you know about the homes we live in... In the days of American Indians living in teepees they had no running water; no electricity, so, now think if you had no electricity how you might like to learn about nature; and its true effects on your lifestyle day to day. They lived and learned from the land of plant life, from the animals and the skies. They taught their young to know what an approaching storm would look like. They knew how to seek shelter from high winds in caves or along hill banks, large boulders and why it was important to away from streams. The Elders taught the young even get to know nature enough to look at how ant hills were built on a daily basis to find out what the weather will be like the next day. Did you know that ants make their hill-homes higher and at a steeper angle 24-30 hours before a storm sets in. Depending on wind direction and temperature, this is but one of hundreds of things American Indians learned by culture to live with nature rather than always trying to kill it like man did. This use to be knowledge shared by the American Indians sadly is slowly being lost today. All in all Tornadoes are devastating and can take lives if not prepared or if your caught in the wake of it’s path as many of the Ancestors found out many years ago.
I recently asked an Elder were not the medicine people able to predict the storms in advance so the tribe could move to a safer location? Did they not speak with the weather? I mean they were able to tell where the buffalo herds or other herds were miles away. This was his reply:
The medicine man and shaman of those times were very good at healing and understanding Nature and reading the signs of seasons, unlike the modern day weather forecasters and storm chasers we have to day. But not even a shaman or medicine man can predict where something or someone is. But what they knew is how they used the land and seasons to move to survive without starving. The true locators were the young scouts who risked their own lives for their tribes; they would be gone for weeks and day without food and water in search of the herds of buffalo grazing in the long grass. Then they would go back to the village and get the hunters and tell the exact location of the herds. The hunters would search the large grasslands that provided the bison's ideal habitat but also kept the bison population regulated. The original human population was devastated by wave after wave of epidemic from diseases of European settlers in the 16th century that the bison herds were really thinned out wildly. They also became a source of food for not only the Indians but the Europeans as well. The herds were gathered like a lake of water; in such a way, the seas of bison herds that stretched to the horizon were a symptom of ecology out of balance, what is not disputed is that before the introduction of horses, bison were herded into large chutes made of rocks and willow branches and trapped in a corral called a Buffalo pound and then slaughtered or stampeded over cliffs, called Buffalo jumps. Both pound and jump are found in several places in the U.S. and Canada. In the case of a jump, large groups of people would herd the bison for several miles, forcing them into a stampede that would ultimately drive many animals off over and the cliff’s. This gave the people large quantities of meat obtained in this way provided the hunters with surplus, which was used in trade. But the without the Europeans the Indians learned the horses, that they obtained would result in better and more efficient hunting, because a good horseman could easily lance or shoot enough bison to keep his tribe and family fed, as long as a herd was nearby. The bison provided meat, leather, sinew for bows, grease, dried dung for fires, and even the hooves could be boiled for glue to get the optimum use out of the bison, the Native Americans had a specific method of butchery of the Bison they always gave a blessing to the brother who had fallen to provide meals for their survival and then they used a method involves skinning down the back in order to get at the tender meat just beneath the surface, the area known as the "hatched area." After the removal of the hatched area, the front legs are cut off as well as the shoulder blades. Doing so exposes the hump meat of the Bison, as well as the meat of the ribs and the Bison's inner organs. After everything was exposed, the spine was then severed and the pelvis and hind legs removed. Finally, the neck and head were removed as one. This allowed for the tough meat to be dried and made into (pemmican) a traditional Native food made with strips of lean dried meat pounded into paste, mixed with melted fat and dried berries or fruits, and pressed into small cakes and saved and used as emergency rations for the tribes when the meat was all consumed. You could say that the American Indians designed the first fruit health bar, because they also included nuts.. I hope this lesson you enjoyed..
I close my eyes to hear their footsteps as they dance around the fire. I hear their echoes of their voice’s singing into the night sky. These dancers from past lives enter the circle leading me back into time through the history of my people. The spirit dancers, dance to the sound of the drums fueled by the sounds of our heartbeat, like the beating drums of memories of long ago but the winds whispering there story a story of never ending love, for the sound of our drums
It was on a cold day in December where the frost covered the grass, wet damp and cold I bled for you. I on my knees, would you for me? Amongst the warriors only few remain; lost eyes and faces as a rain of furry runs through my skin in blazing fuel, then like the whisper of thunder I took a bullet in a battle I did not want or wish to have. It was “He or I to Die” in this moment; why I often question ‘Why? ‘This was the land sacred to me and my ancestors this was home and my country it was my life to give; and would you fight for your country cease to live. The fallen fought without regret sinking in a mire of death of battle in the fields of blood soaked misery as they did not have a choice. So while you're still alive, remember the fallen for they die in honor for you and I. The warrior who cried not in failure, did you care; and as he faded, were you aware of; what I did, for you and I. There are many fighting for this country while were behind the closed doors, back at home in our sleep. While his breath is faint and he thinks of his wife and child are tearful at the tomb. Never forget the fallen warriors in battle the unsung heroes then and now…
All around us Nature is talking, as I notice the sun slightly rising thought the darkness. I see the blades of grass being uncovered by early morning snow, the silent snowflakes sparkle in the new sunlight. The gentle breeze is cold and the dampness freezing air is felt through me, my skin quivers and sends shiver up and down my back and my bones feel the coldness to my core. The winter flowers and trees take on new life as they transform, some wilt and something’s die off in the winter and the colors change as Mother Nature has inspired them to fade with vibrant colors pale yellows and orange and light brown, inspired to bring out the joys new snow like your sleds, snowmobiles and the winter toys. And it’s as Mother Nature is showing others this season here is a new chance for change, while this lie dormant other things thrive to stand and say were all very much alive. Spend your day noticing the beauty even if its freezing cold out; because what you notice will warm the heart, and there are too many cold hearted people whom donate see the beauty. These times we just share too much ugliness by blind eyes; so see the beauty in this day as it really warms your soul.
A Native Christmas, Twas the night before Christmas on the rez, when all through the teepee’s, Not a creature was stirring, not even a squirrel or even a rabbit. The moccasins were hung from pole to pole with care, in hopes that Spirit Hawk would soon be there. The children were nestled all snug in their bear skins blankets, While visions of fry bread danced in their heads. And mama in her precious deerskins sleeper, and braids in her hair, and the grizzly bear had just settled for a long winter’s nap. When out on the grass there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bunk to see what was the matter; as I ran to the teepee flap in a flash, Tore open the flap and threw up the sash. The bright moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow gave the luster of mid-day to objects below. When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature canoe and eight tinny deer appear. With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be Spirit Hawk. More rapid than the great spirits steady he came, and he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name! "Now Da-te now, white Dancer! now, wind Prancer and Jee! On, night star! On, Cloud! on, on two Doe and Beaver! To the edge of the campfire! And next to the teepee! Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!" As dry leaves that blew before the wild hurricane fly, when they meet with an obstacle, up the mountain to the sky. So up to the tree top the canoe flew, with the canoe full of Toys, and Spirit Hawk too. And then, in a twinkling, I heard in the wind the prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, when into the teepee Spirit Hawk came, with a leap and a bound. He was dressed all in white fur, from his head to his feet, and his clothes were all tarnished with berries and sage. A bundle of wonders he had flung on his back, and he looked like a crazy medicine man, just opening his pouch. His eyes-how they twinkled! His dimples how pleasant and merry! His cheeks were like roses, and his nose like wild cherries! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, and the beard of his chin was as white as the snow owl. The stump of a peace pipe he held tight within his teeth, and the smoke it encircled his head like a Dreamcatcher full of winter spirits. He had a broad face and a little round belly, which shook when he laughed like a bowlful of buffalo fat! He was chubby and plump, a jolly old elder, And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself! A wink of his eye and a twist of his medicine bag, soon gave me a nod showing I had nothing to dread. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, and filled the leg skins and all the moccasins, then turned with a jerk. And placing his finger aside of his nose, and giving a nod, out the flap he split! He sprang to his canoe, to his team gave a whistle, and away they all flew like the storm that just blew in. But I heard him say into the night as he flew out of sight, "Native Christmas to all lil braves, and to all a good-night!"…
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