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22:25 Mar 31 2017
Times Read: 675


A Sioux Story





The Creator gathered all of Creation and said :



"I want to hide something from the humans until they are ready for it. It is the realization that they create their own reality."



The eagle said, "Give it to me, I will take it to the moon."



The Creator said, "No. One day they will go there and find it."



The salmon said, "I will bury it on the bottom of the ocean."



"No. They will go there too."



The buffalo said, "I will bury it on the Great Plains."



The Creator said, "They will cut into the skin of the Earth and find it even there."



Grandmother Mole, who lives in the breast of Mother Earth, and who has no physical eyes but sees with spiritual eyes, said, "Put it inside of them."



And the Creator said, "It is done."


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Liliancat
Liliancat
22:30 Mar 31 2017

Very wise and very true.

Unfortunatly many people they do not realize what they have in them and they have the eyes of their soul closed shut.

Open yoru hearts and see





Dakotah
Dakotah
22:41 Mar 31 2017

I believe we all can make our own destiny by the actions and steps we take in our lives that our destiny can be truly what we make it to be.





 

04:09 Mar 31 2017
Times Read: 699


The Loyal Sweetheart



Long ago, in a village beside a river, there lived a beautiful girl whom many a young man wished to marry. But she smiled on all alike and encouraged no one. Her name was Blue Flower.



Among her admirers was a young man who was especially skilled in hunting. For many moons he looked upon the girl with longing, but without any hope that he could win her favour.



At last, one autumn, she gave him reason to hope. And so he dared to consult the old woman of the village who carried proposals of marriage. He wanted to know his chances before he departed on the winter's hunt.



To the young man's great joy, the marriage-maker brought back a favourable reply from both the girl and her father. The message made him determined to win even greater fame as a hunter. He wanted to prove to the girl's father that he was indeed worthy of so beautiful a daughter.



"Will you wait for me until we return from he winter's hunt?" he asked her.



The girl gave her consent to his plan and her promise to remain true to him, whatever happened. She added the promise, "If you do not return, I will remain a maiden all my life. I will never marry any other man."



So the young man completed his plans to join the others of the village on the long winter's hunt. On the evening before their departure, he and the girl had a final canoe ride on the river. Then he sang his farewell in this love song of his people:



Often on a lonely day, my love,

You look on the beautiful river

And down the shining stream.



When last I looked upon you,

How beautiful was the stream,

How beautiful was the moon

And how happy were we!

Since that night, my fair one,

I have thought of you always.



Often on a lonely day, my love,

You look on the beautiful river

And down the shining stream.



When we paddled the canoe together

On that beautiful water,

How fair the mountains looked

How beautiful the red leaves

As the gentle wind whirled them!



After the winter snows,

When spring has come once more

We will paddle again together.

Then the leaves will be green,

The mountains fresh and fair.



Often on a lonely day, my love,

Look on the beautiful river,

Down the shining stream,

And know that spring will come.



Next day, the hunters departed. The old men, the women, and the children settled down to finish the autumn's work of preparing for the winter.



Not many days afterward, a war party attacked the village and destroyed it. They carried away as prisoners all the young girls. Among them was the promised bride of the hunter. When the warriors reached their home territory, they persuaded, or forced, many of the young women to become their wives. But Blue Flower refused to submit. The warriors threatened to burn her alive. Still she refused. She preferred death to breaking her promise to her sweetheart.



The warriors complained to their chief and asked that she be burned at the stake. But he would not listen to the cruel counsel of his men. Instead, he gave the girl a longer time in which to make up her mind. Her bravery greatly impressed him. He would save her life now, he thought, and marry her later to one of his best warriors, in order that their children might become a race of heroes.



Weeks passed, and the hunters returned. When they found their village in ashes, they knew which war party had struck. The young hunter, singing his vengeance song, gathered a host of warriors and started northward. They surprised the largest village of their enemy, killed many people, and took others as prisoners.



When the fighting was over, the victors and their friends who had been held captive by the enemy were reunited. There was great rejoicing. Perhaps happiest of all were the young hunter-warrior and Blue Flower, who had remained true to him in spite of threats and promises.



The young man, still thirsting for revenge, wanted to torture and burn the enemy that had been taken prisoners. But his sweetheart stopped him. She reminded him that they had not treated her cruelly.



She was a gentle and peace-loving girl, as well as a loyal sweetheart. In a short time, she became a loyal wife.


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Liliancat
Liliancat
07:13 Mar 31 2017

That was a beautiful story. I read it over and over again.

So beautiful and a little sad but at the same time it teach you so many great things. To not give up in love as the warrior did for the little maiden. To always be kind respectful and loyal to the ones you cherish and love as the little blue flower did to her family and the warrior she waited. Even at her enemies she was respectful and kind as such the chief awknolege her spirit and her kind heart. And in the end how her gentle nature Sweeten and calmed the warriors thirst for revenge. Blue flower was a pure and longing maiden indeed.

It was truly a beautiful story. A story of love and hope. Thank you for sharing it my love.








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