You're right, no one knows who was here first. Most refer to those that were tribal by a generic term of Native American or where I live they prefer American Indian but you weren't all alike. You had different languages, dress, beliefs, even the types of places you built to live within. Some have been identified during DNA testing to be very European in all actuality and probably descend from those assimilated into various tribes. Who cares, we all live here and should share the land amicably. My only interest is anthropologically. The sad thing is when the Spaniards and the Italians came here they did kill a lot of people. They now are finding the Norse were here even before that time. Then the French and English came. It was how they were in those times, Expansion and conquest. It was a new world to all of these people so with a lot of good people came a lot of self oriented bad people. Unfortunately everyone now has inherited that shameful legacy years long afterward.
The Story of the Fire Maiden; The Chief sends a messenger for the Fire Maiden. The messenger returns, salutes at the entrance, and pantomimes the approach of the Fire Maiden. A chanting is heard from a distance. It draws nigh, and the Fire Maiden enters, holding a bowl of fire high above her head in both hands. She stands for a moment in this pose at the entrance. When given a sign of permission by the Chief, she walks across to center, turns downstage and stands in same pose behind the altar in which the Fire is prepared. The four Law Reciters follow in a straight line on her entrance, hands relaxed at their sides, heads bowed. They form a straight line across the back behind the Fire Maiden. The Chief advances to his side of the altar and stands. The Fire Maiden drops to one knee, and the Chief takes the Fire from her. He empties this on to the prepared altar wood. At the first blaze, the Fire Maiden rises, and the four behind raise their heads and hands. The Fire Maiden takes four torches from her girdle, holds them in both hands over the now blazing Fire, and says: "As the Great Central Fire of all reaches out to the four corners of the earth, and kindles blazing lights, so at our sacred symbol Fire light we our lamps one each for Beauty (the first Law Reciter steps forward, receives her torch and takes her position at her lamp); Truth (the second Law Reciter as above) ; Fortitude (ditto for the third) ; and Love (ditto for the fourth). And while these lights arc blazing bright, we know that we shall grow. The Law Reciters get down on both knees, and squat back. The Fire Maiden continues: "Four candles are there on the shrine of this, our symbol Fire. And from them reach twelve rays twelve golden strands of this, the Law we hold." The Fire Maiden retires a little. The first Law Reciter gets up on to one knee, lights her torch at the Central Fire, and says: "From the Great Central Fire, I light this, the Lamp of Beauty." Then she recites her three laws, and sinks back on to her two knees for the other three Law Reciters. When the last one is finished, all rise, and salute the Chief. He returns the salute and hands back the bowl to the Fire Maiden, who briskly leads off…
Shots were fired by the intruders who had weapons... Against Unarmed Natives..this was yesterday:
RCMP say they didn't fire any rubber bullets. Lol. All of these landed on my people.
lol...the sniper is in hiding pointing a gun at this warrior, but the warrior walks up to him! this is classic...lol..
This is protest going on now to stop the destruction of the lands and against fracking . More protest planned tomorrow and this weekend.
My Mate and I would love to find these people who fired on you as they walk peacefully down the road or street and do what they did to you. Pepper spray the crap outta them then turn and say no I didn't like they did so they know how it bloody feels! but we won't nice thought though
Good luck in your cause. 👍
This should be everyone cause. Look up Fracking and what they are doing. Hydraulic fracturing is a controversial gas extraction method used in North America. Also known as fracking, it poses serious environmental and health concerns.
I am the voice in the wind; I am the chill that weakens your knees and gives you the cold chills; I am the shiver in your spine that tingles throughout your entire body leaving you with goose bumps; I am the flesh that holds your soul together; I am the passion that runs like blood through the mighty rivers running in your veins; I am the drive that makes your heart beat; that plays louder than any drums. For I am the story teller that whispers in the soft rain during the storm of night; for I am the one who loves you without doubt and watches over you in the night; and I am the one you dream of; for I am only the whisper in the night as I shadow you and sometimes see through all your pain; do you hear my voice; as I whisper un to you, my voice only calls you and you only; like the echoing drums beating in the distance that drift in the soft breeze, for I am the storyteller and I give you every breath you breathe…xXx
Humor big medicine:
How can you spot the difference between a regular canine and a Rez dog?
Throw each one in the oven at 400 degrees for 20 minutes.
The regular canine should come out tender and moist.
The Rez dog will come out with a towel wrapped around his waist saying,
"Dang that was a good sweat!"
A Sioux woman and her husband interrupted their vacation to go to the dentist. "I want a tooth pulled, and I don't want any pain killers because I'm in a big hurry," the Sioux woman said. " Just extract the tooth as quickly as possible, and we'll be on our way."
The dentist was quite impressed. "You're certainly a courageous woman," he said. "Which tooth is it?"
The Sioux woman turned to her husband and said, "Show him your tooth, dear."
The story of how a thunder spirit falls in love with a Mohawk woman and brings her up into the ethereal world......
If you have never watched the movie, Dreamkeeper, I recommended it. You can watch the full movie on YouTube.
With the U.S. Government shut down... Obama Care uproar I am reminded of this tale:
An old Indian chief sat in his teepee on the reservation, smoking a ceremonial pipe and eyeing two U. S. government officials sent to interview him.
"Chief Two Eagles" asked one official, "You have observed the white man for 90 years. You've seen his wars and his technological advances. You've seen his progress, and the damage he's done."
The Chief nodded in agreement.
The official continued, "Considering all these events, in your opinion, where did the white man go wrong?"
The Chief stared at the government officials for over a minute and then calmly replied: "When white man found the land, Indians were running it. No taxes, No debt, Plenty buffalo. Plenty beaver. Women did all the work, Medicine man free. Indian man spent all day hunting and fishing, all night having sex."
Then the chief leaned back and smiled.... "Only white man dumb enough to think he could improve system like that."
but isnt Obama black lol
He runs white man government. Joking aside I normally do not talk politics. I just posted this as I thought how ironic it was on how we ran this country before the white man came to it and what they have done to it. So sad.
It was in the morning of darkness, when the warrior rode in; he wasn’t sitting upright but nearly being dragged; his horse looking exhausted lost and empty. The warrior was pulled from the horse his plea, without tears the warrior cries for I am dead, my brothers and sisters. It’s time for the Great Spirit to come to take me home. Dearest brothers and sisters, build a fire to dance and be joyous; sing no sad songs for me; but play the drums for the entire world to hear; and sing with beauty in your voices; plant no flowers at my head, Nor take from the shady tree: for I must be buried in the purest form of honor on the green grass below me; there will be no tears or showers of rain and dewdrops wet; for my death I wilt and become the new soil of the earth; remember, if you forget; I shall not see the shadows, I shall not feel the rain; I shall not hear the night sky’s; I will not sing of my pain; no warrior cries this night as if in pain: I shall go amongst the spirit and dream and drift away in the smoke the rises to the skies. And although the twilight is that doth not rise nor set; I go happy; I may remember, but happy I may forget. But I live within you all, a small part of me will continue to be remembered as the warrior without fears, without tears without hate and anger who did not cry, who did not just fade away. For I am your dreams, and your memories and what is possible; I am the warrior who not cries; but who is forgiving; As a warrior I know what I must but I teach to learn, either as the teacher or as the student. Never lose faith but gain strength it’s the warriors way …
Thats very beautiful .. and very well told ..
Thank you for Sharing hun :)
I try very hard to write them as remember hearing them being told. Our language is not one or written words but of verbal though stories passed down.
You are by far one of the more superior writers on VR. Glad I popped by here :)
One day an Indian boy asked his father why they have such long names?
The dad answers, "Well, son, it's tradition when an Indian baby is born for the father to go outside and name the baby after the first thing he sees ... Why do you ask Two Dogs Fucking."
Now for some serious stuff.
My native name is Grey Hawk. On the day I was born my Grandfather said a grey hawk flew and landed on a log near where he was sitting. The hawk spoke in it's own language and then flew off. My grandfather said he has never seen that hawk again. He told my father that my native name must be Grey Hawk.
During a naming ceremony I was given officially the Native name, Grey Hawk. I am very proud of this name.
One day an Indian boy asked his father why they have such long names?
In order to ceremonially receive a name, the recipient must be a Native American or formally adopted into a First Nation Family.
Some people receive more than one name in their lifetimes to reflect significant changes. For example, in some tribes a newborn baby will receive a name and when old enough to understand the meaning and importance of a name, he will receive another. Names often tend to reflect a certain trait or strength in the person, and are often represented by an animal symbolizing those strengths.
The person receiving the name first makes a request to an elder who will perform the ceremony. He offers the elder a gift of herbs or tobacco known as kicnic-kicnic. Passing the gift from left hand to left hand signifies heart to heart. It is important that in all occasions of giving and receiving gifts, no payment must ever be received otherwise the gift is void. Once the elder’s permission has been received, preparations for the ceremony can go ahead. The elder will consider an appropriate name that comes after much contemplation in a vision, dream or simply as a hunch. He will then keep it secret from everyone, including the recipient until the end of the ceremony.
Suitable ceremonial regalia is worn if available, and all attendees dress appropriately showing a dignified, reverent attitude. The ceremony takes place outdoors and begins with a ceremonial fire being prepared, and a prayer circle formed around it with the recipient standing in the center. Four guides chosen by the elder are present to act as witnesses, and the recipient offers each of them a gift of herbs. Prayers are said, and the elder explain his reasons for choosing the name. He may also whisper it to the guides and ask their opinion. At the end of the ceremony he will announce what it is. The name is not valid immediately. The recipient must wait until deemed worthy of it by the elder and guides. This may take weeks or even years and the guides have the authority to remove the name if ever the recipient
Read more: http://www.ehow.com/info_12125429_protocols-native-american-naming-ceremony.html#ixzz2gR7VCdQg
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