Cherokee Morning Song

Sunday, August 11, 2013

Native Words of Wisdom


We Indians love to come into sympathy and spiritual communion with our brother and sisters of the animal Kingdom, whose inarticulate souls hold for us something of the sinless purity that we attribute to the innocent and irresponsible child.

 We have a faith in their instincts, as in a mysterious wisdom given from above; and while we humbly accept the sacrifice of their bodies to preserve our own, we pay homage to their spirits in prescribed prayers and offerings.

Wisdom of the Native Americans



Let's hope the one thing we learn is to observe the creatures that the Great One has sent here, so we can learn to survive as a tribe...maybe, as the Cherokee and the Hopi believe, we are the people of the stars and the Sun...maybe our destiny is short here on Mother Earth as we learn to adapt to another world. 


Surely, our future depends on our acceptance of the Old Wisdom in learning to live in harmony and balance, in the way of the Sun and Moon.

Meditations with the Cherokee



Often I went to the mountains; there My loneliness did not depress me. 

There I felt freedom. There I was not alone. There were the mountains, and they "understood" me, and I knew their harks customs  and their great beauty. All who lived in the mountains knew the "rules of the Spirit" and respected Him. 

They respected also plants growing over precipices, birds hatching their young, animals hunting there. 


I too respected all of them, respected their freedom, their right to life, and even the right of a puma, for example, to try to take my life.

And they also respected me...~?
~Native American Spirituality~
Linda Barrios, Sky Apache



"This is the time to relearn how to live with the Earth. It is a time to honor Spirit.

It is a time to listen to the Mother. 

It is a time to reawaken our feminine emotional awareness so we can communicate with the higher octaves of reality, as we did once long ago when we were all living free upon this sacred egg we call Earth.


It is time once again to feel the wind upon your face, to smell the Earth after the newly fallen rain, to learn the power of living in the cold without freezing, because what you think with your body is what you create."

~Last Cry, Native American Prophecies



Go to where the trees are very old. They are the lungs of this Earth and they purify the air. Go to where these standing people take the poisons fro the breath of the Dragon. They can change it by breathing, and they give the clean sir back to you, so that you may live.
Last Cry, Native American Prophecies


The lands of the planet call to humankind for redemption. But it is a redemption of sanity, not a supernatural reclamation project at the end of history. 

The planet itself calls to the other species for relief. Religion cannot be kept within the bounds of sermons and scriptures. 
It is a force in and of itself and calls for the integration of lands and people in harmonious unity. 

The land waits for those who can discern their rhythms. The peculiar genius of each continent each river valley, the rugged mountains, the placid lakes  all call for relief from the constant burden of exploration.
Vine Deloria Jr. Lakota, 1973


A spirit of the deity of the Lakota Tribe, Wohpe is also known as "White Buffalo Calf Woman". Her myth tells us she was the daughter of the sky, and her role was to meditate between mankind and the spirit world.

She entered the material world as a falling star; once landed, she appeared to other human beings as a beautiful woman, and met with "Tate" who was wind personified. His sons were winds, too, but it was Wohpe who organized them and accorded them their directions.


Every Step is a Prayer

One of our old, old holy men said, "Every step you take upon the earth should be a prayer. The power of a pure and good soul is planted as a seed in every person's heart, and will grow as you walk in a sacred manner." And if every step you take is a prayer, then you will always be walking in a ...sacred manner.
Sacred Texts: Native American Wisdom, Charmaine White Face, 1993


We recognized the spirit in all creation, and believe that we draw spiritual power from it.

Our respect for the mortal parts of our brothers and sisters, the animals, often leads us so far to lay out the body of any game we catch and decorate the head with symbolic paint or feathers. 

We then stand before it in an attitude of prayer, holding up the pipe that contains our sacred tobacco, as a gesture that we have freed with honor the spirit of our brother or sister, whose body we were compelled to take to sustain our own life.
The Soul of the Indian


The Indian's symbol is the circle, the hoop. Nature wants things to be round.

The bodies of human beings and animals have no corners. With us the circle stands for the togetherness of people who sit with one another around the campfire, relatives and friends united in peace, while the Pipe passes from hand to hand.

The camp in which every tipi had its place was also in a ring. 

The tipi was a ring in which people sat in a circle, and all the families in the village were in turn circles, within a larger circle. Part of the larger hoop which was the seven campfires of the Sioux, representing one Nation. 

The Nation was only part of the Universe, in itself circular and made of the earth, which is round, of the stars, which are round...the moon. the horizon, the rainbow  circles within circles, with no beginning...and no end.
John Lame Deer



Red is the east; it is where the daybreak star, the star of knowledge appears. Red is the rising sun, bringing us a new day, new experiences, we thank you, Great Spirit, for each new day that we are allowed to live upon Our Mother Earth. 

From knowledge springs wisdom and goodness, and we are thankful, oh Wakan Tanka. For the morning star that rises in the east. Knowledge shall become the beginning, for ultimate peace throughout this world.
Indian Prayer for the East



We must learn the lessons of life through all things and then pass the gifts of life to those that follow in our footsteps...for they will need them even more, as Mother Earth and and Father Sky continue to be darkened by the progress of the Nothing...so goes the Circle of life, and in its simplicity, contains all the vastness of the Universe....Oneia..(Forever)
Chief Dan George


If you ask, "What are the fruits of silence?" we will answer, "They are self control, true courage or endurance, patience, dignity, and reverence...silence is the cornerstone of character."

"Guard your tongue in youth," said the old chief, Wabasha, "and in age you may mature a thought that will be of service to your people.".
The Soul of an Indian



The Power Of Silence


We first Americans mingle with our pride an exceptional humility. Spiritual arrogance is foreign to our nature and teaching. 


We believe profoundly in silence. Silence is the absolute poise or balance of body, mind, and spirit. Those who can preserve their self hood ever calm and unshaken by the storms of existence. Not a leaf, as it were, astir on a tree. 


Not a ripple upon the shining pool. Those, in the mind of the person of nature, possess the ideal attitude and conduct of life.


If you ask us, "What is silence?" we will answer, "It is the Great Mystery, the holy silence is...God's voice."

The Soul of an Indian



Native Americans understood the critical balance of the Universal Circle with Mother Earth, the animals, fish, birds, plants, insects, and trees, and the ecosystem itself. 


All living things were considered interdependent within the Universal Circle. 


There was a true appreciation and respect for the interdependence for life as everything existing in harmony and balance.


As an Elder said "We are kin to all things, and all things are kin to us...that's why we are the keepers of Mother Earth and protectors of all living things."

Medicine of the Cherokee 



"Most people do not remember this, but there was a test of endurance and vision, said the Elder...the plants and animals were given a chance to test their endurance in staying awake while praying to the Great One during the long evenings. 

All the animals fell asleep, with the exception of the owl and the panther. 

So, they were given the power to see in the dark and to continue their prayers so others could sleep at night. 


Of the plants, only the nightshade plants and the trees of cedar, pine, holly, and laurel were still awake...so, they were given the special color to always be green and have powerful medicine.





"Miantonomi....brothers, we must be one as the English are, or we will be destroyed. You know our fathers had plenty of deer and skins and our plains were full of game and turkeys, and our coves and rivers were full of fish. 


But, brothers, since these Englishmen have seized our country, they have cut down the grass with scythes, and trees with axes. 


Their cows and horses eat up the grass, and their hogs spoil our bed of clams; and finally we shall starve to death; therefore, I ask you, resolve and act like me."

Native American Customs




Will you ever begin to understand the meaning of the very soil beneath your feet? 

From a grain of sand to a great mountain, all is sacred. Yesterday and tomorrow exist eternally upon this continent. 

We natives are guardians of this sacred place.
Peter Blue Cloud



"May serenity circle on silent wings, and catch the whisper of the wind."

Cheewa James"



The generations unborn, our heirs, will curse our generation, if we do not seriously heed these first rumbling, ominous warnings. 


Regardless of philosophical, religious, or theological persuasion, we must begin immediately to meet on some common ground to slow down and eventually halt the polluting and unbalancing causes.

Mother Earth Spirituality, Native American




"We sing our songs, say our prayers, because they have been transmitted to us by our ancestors, and they knew more than we what is good."

Secret Native American Pathways



The Ways Of The Spirit


We do not chart and measure the vast field of nature or express her wonders in the terms of science; on the contrary...we see miracles on every hand. 


The miracle of life in seed and egg, the miracle of death in a lightning flash, and in the swelling deep.

Ohiyesa 




The Soul of an Indian 


Again and again we have proved our worth as citizens of this country by our consistency in the face of hardship and death. 


Prejudice and racial injustice have been no excuse for our breaking our word. this simplicity and fairness has cost us dear...it has cost us our land, and our freedom, and even the extinction of our race as a separate and unique people.


As an ideal, we live and will live, not only in the splendor of our past, the poetry of our legends and art, not only in the infusion of our blood with yours, and in faithful adherence to the ideals of American citizenship, but in the living heart of a nation.

The Soul of an Indian, Charles Eastman, Ohiyesa, 1915



The Soul of an Indian


"Indeed, our contribution to our nation and the world is not to be measured in the material realm. 


Our greatest contribution has been spiritual and philosophical. Silently, by example only, we have held stoutly to our native vision of personal faithfulness to duty and devotion to a trust.


We have not advertised our faithfulness nor made capital of our honor."

The Soul of an Indian, by Charles Eastman



I am an Indian; and while I have learned much from civilization, I have never lost my Indian sense of right justice. 


Is there not something worthy of perpetuation in our Indian spirit of democracy, where Earth, our Mother, was free to all, and no one sought to impoverish or enslave his neighbor? 


Where the good things of Earth were not ours to hold against our brothers and sisters, but were ours to use and enjoy together with them, and with whom it was our privilege to share.

The Soul of the Indian



Growth comes with the increasing awareness of and respect for the Great Mystery in all people and things, with an awareness that this force of mystery is at work in all events. 


Growth comes through tolerance for the infinite variety of ways in which the Great Spirit, the Infinite, may express itself in this universe.

Rainbow Tribe



As we sat in a circle together at the Indian Friendship Centre', the thunder and darkness seemed to set the scene, the grief center had heard this story all to often, but each time it touched the heart even more.


As the two sisters shared their story of how their brother took his own life because of not knowing how to cope with life, the tears and fears swelled in their eyes an trembling in their words of the uncertain future, which might reach them, and their children. 


They asked for a traditional healing so that their walk in life would be easier and be able to let the spiritual memories of their brother be released into the spirit world and not in the dreams as nightmares. 


As I shared what Grandfather Spirit had said many years before " that life has its experiences and the brothers and sisters we meet along the way must be cherished, because every moment is part of the spiritual journey the Great Spirit gives us as a present for one another to help those in need.


Grieving is the gift a fallen spirit has left behind, and sometimes who hurts more, the person who takes their own life, or the people who are left along this tragic act of emotional pain. The lesson sometimes takes a long time to deal, and to heal from". 


Lifting the rattle and calling the ancestors to aid in the release of the fallen brother's spirit and bidding it travel from the sister's and unto the spirit world for reunion with the ancestors...a wind spirit flowed into the room from the open window, gently touching the suffering sisters, lifting the fallen brother's spirit from their hearts and carried him outward to join the ancestors, as silence settled into the room..., turning one last time from a mountain trail giving them one last wave as he disappeared into the mist.




Each part of a "Drum" is symbolic of the living spirits that come together from the spirit world...Grandfather spirit shares why the drum has such powerful medicine.


The Wood from Grandmother tree unites Mother Earth and Father Sky, pointing the way to our ultimate destiny after our lessons are learned.


The frame of wood teaches about the stability we need to stand with pride to face challenges in life.


The Animal hide gave it's life so the drum could carry messages from the ancestors. 


In respect for the animal spirits we must always respect and honor the environment where the animal spirits live on this earth.


The animal spirits teach us how precious and fragile the gift of life is and how we need to take care of that gift.


The lacing binds together the missing parts of life that seem incomplete like family union, community togetherness and separation of the Nations of Mother Earth. 


By bringing back to us teachings of the ancestors through the songs that travel on the drums, the lifeline is held together and everything in creation is reunited and brought together in harmony like in the great traditions of our ancestors.


This symbolizes holding onto the experiences and the memories. These are the teachings that the soul learns during this lifetime and that we take with us when we travel into the afterlife. 


The bones teach us lessons from the ancestors of all the cultures who share Mother Earth along with the traditional stories and teachings that have carved the way for who we are today.


Color brings a special sense of accomplishment to the painter. 


When a drum is painted it is given a personal signature, and the artist who paints the drum shares his spirit with the nations and joins in the songs.


When the first drum is made it is tradition to give it away as a gift to someone that has had an important influence in our life.


This is because the gift of drum making can never be taken from the spirit.




There is a special magic and holiness about the girl and woman. They are the bringers of life to the people and the teachers of little children.

Sweet Medicine, Cheyenne


If Fox is your power animal...
the slyness that was born as a way of surviving significant trauma in your earliest years has evolved into a wily instinctual intelligence and very sharpened senses that work in your favor, giving you great confidence in dealing with worldly affairs.

Although your already a night person, you'll likely become even more nocturnal.

You're an astute observer, undetected by others, who hears whats being said, and see what isn't being seen. This gift allows you to be one step ahead of everyone else.

Not only do you blend in with your environment to the point of being invisible, but you can also shape-shift into different identities by adjusting your body language and vocal characteristics so that even people that know you at not recognize you at first.
Power Animals


Heal the Women...
then they can heal themselves.
"Once the women have been healed, then they can heal the men. 

With strong hearts they can help heal the fear that has consumed men, which is what happens when you lose contact with your spirit. 


When the men are healed, then we can dream the new dream for this Earth and use the Ghost Dance Medicine that Mahto has given us. 


Then we will be dance with Sitting Bull and the Porcupine once again...then we will return to the ways of the "Great Peace", Kia neri Kowa.
Last Cry, Native American Prophecies


The Morning Water Woman

The Morning Water Woman takes the same place as Mother Earth in the traditional Lakota Spirituality. She has an emotional appeal and touches the hearts of all those who have gone through a long night of praying and singing.
Meditations with The Lakota


From birth to death we Indians are enfolded in symbols, as in a blanket. 

An infant's cradle board is covered in designs, to ensure a happy, healthy life for the child. 


The moccasins of the dead have their soles beaded in a certain way to ease their journey to the hereafter. 


For the same reason most of us have tattoos on our wrists ~ just a name, a few letters, a design. 


The Owl Woman who guards the road to the spirit lodges look at these tattoos and lets us pass...they are like a passport. 


Some Indians believe that if you don't have these signs of your body, Ghost Woman will throw you over a cliff, and you will have to roam the earth endlessly...as a ghost
John Lame Deer, of Meditations with The Lakota


The Butterfly

The Butterfly is a very spiritual bug and represents the presence of good spirits. Butterflies signal change, metamorphosis, balance, harmony, grace, peace, beauty, and spirituality...they are a good sing.


Butterfly's Message To You


Everyone of us emerges from the darkness and gestation, in which we enter as one self and come out as another.


Throughout each stage of this transformation process, I remain aware and fully present, so must you. When you spread your wings and float into your new life, know that you are safe and that this is part of a natural movement


You may not know exactly what's going on at any particular stage, but have faith. 


After a period of exertion your soul will find it's way through the darkness, count on it, then you will emerge into the next expression of "you".


Throughout these cycles, faith, share the love, and set crystal clear intentions...you have absolutely nothing to fear.

Sacred Messengers



"Behold my brothers, the spring has come. The earth has received the embraces of the sun and we shall soon see the results of that love. Every seed is awakened and has all animal life, it is through this mysterious power that we too have our being and we therefore yield to our neighbors, even our animal neighbors, the same right as ourselves...to inhabit this land."

Sitting Bull, Tatanka Yotanka, Hunkpapa Sioux

Sitting Bull, war chief and holy man was born in 1831, and assassinated on December 1890...he made this speech at a Powder River council in 1877




The highest form of respect for another person is respecting their right to be self-determining. 


This means not interfering with another person's ability to choose.  


Every experience holds a valuable lesson - even in death...there is a valuable learning that the spirit carries forth. 


Noninterference means caring in a respectful way of "right relationship". 


Each person living being on Mother Earth, has their own Medicine that should not be disrupted or changed without that person choosing it. This is part of the learning what moves the Circle is choice, and what keeps the circle is kindness and respect for the natural flow of life-energies.

Medicine of the Cherokee



If someone dreams of a feather, it could be associated to a spirit.


Feathers can be a symbol of that which carries us into the imaginal world, of the spiritual world. 


They can be a means of finding one's fantasies. They can be a sign of that which is created "out of the blue", whereby an idea is given a form, a symbol. 


The ancient Egyptians had a belief that, at the moment of death, the soul was weighed on a balance scale with a feather on the other side, the feather representing truth.

Sacred Messengers



Throughout history, feathers have symbolized different things in different cultures...many feather colors have been seen to have near-universal meanings.


Red Feathers bring vitality and health, red was the preferred color of tribal royalty.


Blue Feathers bring peace, protection, a sense of well being...blue jay feathers can also bring warnings of trouble ahead.


Yellow Feathers symbolize cheerfulness, mental alertness, and prosperity.


Green Feathers are a symbol of renewal, new directions and new growth.


Brown with black strips or bars symbolize balance between the physical and spiritual.


Black Feathers are a symbol of mystical wisdom from spiritual initiation; also seen as a warning sign of ill health or impending death, physical, spiritual, or emotional, or of an important transition immediately ahead.


Iridescent (flashes of shiny color) signs of mystical insight, wholeness, spiritual transcendence; peacock feathers can also be a warning against false pride...


White Feathers are a symbol of purification, love, innocence, and new life.

Sacred Messengers

As I held the large black feather, a sense of joy and gratitude filled me.


This beautiful black messenger from the sky had answered my black thoughts about being in an empty universe. 


Feathers are a sign of mystical wisdom received from spiritual initiations. 


Such feathers, from Crows, Raves, or Starlings, are often worn by shaman figures. 


From the moment I received my first feather they have become signs of reassurance for me, knowing that, indeed, I am not alone, that my spirit guides, messengers, and allies in the unseen realms of reality to know that the love of a bountiful universe is available.


Each time I hold the feather, its powerful message comes through, telling me, "You are not alone...we are with you; all of life is part of you...fly with the wind.

Sacred Messengers
Traditional teachings relate to us how important it is that we move through our lives with courage, humility, respect, and kindness in our heart...all these things signify a deep respect for the gift that we have been given...in the breath of life, as well as a respect for all life..."All that moves is sacred, only by understanding this can you realize the rhythm of the Earth, and thereby know how to place your feet.
Medicine of the Cherokee



Spirits, ghosts, and interaction with them are seen by the Indian people as a normal part of life on this earth.


All things, living or not, have a spirit that may manifest itself in the living, including insects, deer, eagles, even rock spirits. 


Helper spirits often manifest themselves in an object.


To the Lakota, small, round rocks may be charged with great power and attach themselves to a living person, returning to them even when discarded. 


These rocks belong to a class of spirits known as the "rock nation".


It is the little pebbles found on anthills that aid the Yuwi'pi practitioners in their ceremony.

Walking in the Sacred Manner




Dreams form a large intellectual and spiritual complex and are looked to for important insights about oneself and other living people, often relatives. 


They are also seen as a source of contact and communication for those relatives now in the spirit world, who may have help or advice, or warning to impart to the living. 


Dreams may then provide motivation for changing one's life. 


Any dream that lingers upon waking is worth considering, pondering over, because to Indian people, that dream is a means of the most essential communication...that with the spirit world.

Walking in the Sacred Manner



In the ideal outcome, the spirit travels on a long path, taking it over the "Wana'gi Ta'canku", which is literally "spirit road" but refers to the Milky Way. 


In one Lakota version, the soul is met by an old woman who looks to see if the soul has a blue dot, or tattoo, identifying it as one of The People. If not, the soul may be pushed off the road~Sent back.


If the soul passes inspection it is sent on an even longer journey, but how long that "Wana' giya', or spirit journey may take is unknown...because it is in spirit time. 


At the end of the journey the spirit sees a tipi, in the tipi is an old man (Wakan Tanka) who will ask "How was your journey?", meaning the journey through life. 


If the soul answers properly it will receive safe passage and go on forever in the happy mirror world of this one, the "Wana'gitomakoce (World of Spirits). 


If not, if it complains about its recent life, it may be sent back to live on earth again...to learn more.

Walking in the Sacred Manner



Ozuya Cikala (Little Warrior) had been one of the last living survivors of the Little Big Horn Battle. In his adult years he had been one of the most powerful medicine men of the reservation. He successfully treated Black Elk for a stroke. 


Little Warrior died in the mid 1950's..this is a story told by his great granddaughter "Tilda" and her memories of "when"...


...a relative had told us that when Little Warrior was living, he would invite people over to feast, and to dance. 


We loved going over to his house. He was kind and generous and loved to laugh. People would come from all over and camp for a few days.


We all lived in one room. Around the walls were a dresser, bed, dresser, bed...there were ten of us, including Grandma. I remember the summer heat, when we would eat our evening meals outside where Grandma would place a piece of canvas there for all us to sit on.


In the summers she baked bread outside over an open fire, she would cook the soup indoors over a propane stove that sat next to our wood stove. 


When all was ready we would sit and eat "Indian style". This was a happy time of day when people would talk and laugh and catch up on the news of the day. The conversations were always in Lakota.


At night, especially in the long howling darkness of a plains winter, there were stories to be told as wood crackled in the wood stove and shadows danced in the lamplight...a time of reflection...a time of truth.

~Walking in the Sacred Manner



Bears message to you


"Be Strong. Know what and where your boundaries are. 


You can love others, still disagree with their opinions, and say no to their requests. 

You don't have to justify your refusals. 

My power is unparalleled, and you must also stand up for what you believe in and who you are.


Treat others with respect, and demand the same from them. 


Trust your creative hunches - those urges to make music, write poetry, sculpt, or engage in any other forms of creative expressions. 


Turn inward to the loving darkness of your soul's den to find the inspiration to birth such projects. Let them blossom in the cave of your creative mind and manifest to your heart's desire.

Power Animals



If you remember on waking that you have dreamed about things from a great distance...it is because your eyes have actually been there while you were asleep...Inuit.

Earth Spirits, Native American



We cannot be a prejudiced people. All men and women are brothers and sisters and because we all have the same mother-Mother Earth. 


One who is prejudices, who hates another because of that person's color, hates what the Great Spirit has put here. 


Such a one hates that which is holy and will be punished, even during this lifetime, as humanity will be punished for violating Mother Earth.

Mother Earth Spirituality, Native American
Source: Be Inspired



From the north will come the white winter snow that will cleanse Mother Earth and put her to sleep, so that she may rest and store up energy to provide the beauty and bounty of springtime.


We will prepare for aging by learning to create, through our arts and crafts, during the long winter season. 


Truth, honesty, strength, endurance, and courage also represented by the white of the north...truth and honesty in our relationships bring forth harmony.

Mother Earth Spirituality, Native American



We, the American Indian, had a way of living that enabled us to live within the great, complete beauty that only the natural environment can provide.


The Indian tribes had a commonality of religion, without religious animosity, that preserved that great beauty that the two-leggeds definitely need. 


Our four commandments from the Great Spirit are:


1~ respect for Mother Earth 


2~ respect for the Great Spirit 


3~ respect for our fellow man and woman 


4~ respect for individual freedom (provided that individual freedom does not threaten the tribe, or the people or Mother Earth).

Mother Earth Spirituality, Native American



Today the buffalo is gone...you say "ecology"...we think the words "Mother Earth" have a deeper meaning. 


If we wish to survive, we must respect her. 


It is very late, but there is still time to revive and discover the old American Indian value of respect for Mother Earth.


She is very beautiful, and already she is showing signs that she may punish us for not respecting her. 


Also, we must remember she has been placed in this universe by the one who is the All Powerful, the Great Spirit Above, or Wakan Tanka - God.

Mother Earth Spirituality, Native American




~This morning at breakfast we took from Mother Earth to live, as we have done every day of our lives...but did we thank her for giving us the means to live? 


The old Indian did. When he drove his horse close to a buffalo running at full speed across the prairie, he drew his bowstring back and said as he did so, 


"Forgive me, brother, but my people must live." 


After he butchered the buffalo, he took the skull and faced it toward the setting sun as a thanksgiving and an acknowledgement that all things come from Mother Earth.


He brought the meat back to camp, and gave it first to the old, the widowed...and the weak.

Mother Earth Spirituality, Native American



Mitakuye Oyasin: We are all related.





The plight of the non-Indian world is that it has lost respect for Mother Earth, from whom and where we all come.

We start out in this world as tiny seed - no different from our animal brothers and sisters, the deer, the bear, the buffalo, or the trees, the flowers, the winged people. 

Mother Earth is our real mother, because every bit of us truly comes from her, and daily she takes care of us. 

The tiny seed takes on the minerals and the waters of Mother Earth...it is fueled by "Wiyo", the sun, and given a spirit by Wakan Tanka.
Mother Earth Spirituality, Native American


The deer is considered sacred by the Cherokee. Its skin is used to wrap sacred objects, such as the crystal that is kept for seeing ahead and for protecting us from other energies and influences. 

The deer was a favorite meal of the Cherokee. 

Dear hunters knew how to properly offer prayers and make preparations before hunting the deer. 

Sacred ceremonies followed the killing of a deer, in which the hunters gave thanks and asked for "clearing" or forgiveness. 
Meditations with the Cherokee


Even the spirit, which belongs to the Great Mystery, returns to its source.

Some of our people say this journey takes place on a path of stars. Others describe the spirit's return to the Great Mystery as a drop of water falling into the ocean. 

It becomes a part of everything again as the light of a candle becomes one with the fire of the sun. 

That's why we can sometimes feel our loved ones in the warm air, or hear them in a bird's song...or even sense them in the...wind.
The Native American Book of Wisdom

Thursday, August 8, 2013

Geronimo

Geronimo was born of the Bedonkohe Apache tribe in No-doyohn Canon, Arizona, June, 1829, near present day Clifton, Arizona. The fourth in a family of four boys and four girls, he was called Goyathlay (One Who Yawns.) In 1846, when he was seventeen, he was admitted to the Council of the Warriors, which allowed him to marry. Soon, he received permission; married a woman named Alope, and the couple had three children.

In the mid 1850s, the tribe, who was at peace with the Mexican towns and neighboring Indian tribes, traveled into Old Mexico where they could trade. Camping outside a Mexican town they called Kas-ki-yeh, they stayed for several days. Leaving a few warriors to guard the camp, the rest of the men went into town to trade. When they were returning from town, they were met by several women and children who told them that Mexican troops had attacked their camp.


They returned to camp to find their guard warriors killed, and their horses, supplies and arms, gone. Even worse, many of the women and children had been killed as well. Of those that lay dead were Goyathlay’s wife, mother, and three children and as a result, he hated all Mexicans for the rest of his life.

Geronimo in 1886.

It was the slaughter of his family that turned him from a peaceful Indian into a bold warrior. Soon, he joined a fierce band of Apache known as Chiricahua and with them, took part in numerous raids in northern Mexico and across the border into U.S. territory which are now known as the states of New Mexico and Arizona. It was those Mexican adversaries that gave him the nickname of "Geronimo", the Spanish version of the name "Jerome". 


In ever increasing numbers, Geronimo fought against both Mexicans and  white settlers as they began to colonize much of the Apache homelands. However, by the early 1870s, Lieutenant Colonel George F. Crook, commander of the Department of Arizona, had succeeded in establishing relative peace in the territory. The management of his successors, however, was disastrous.



In 1876 the U.S. government attempted to move the Chiricahua from their traditional home to the San Carlos Reservation, a barren wasteland in east-central Arizona,described as "Hell's Forty Acres." Deprived of traditional tribal rights, short on rations and homesick, they revolted.

Spurred by Geronimo, hundreds of Apaches left the reservation and fled to Mexico, soon resuming their war against the whites.  Geronimo and his followers began ten years of intermittent raids against white settlements, alternating with periods of peaceful farming on the San Carlos reservation.

In 1882, General George Crook was recalled to Arizona to conduct a campaign against the Apache. Geronimo surrendered in January 1884, but, spurred by rumors of impending trials and hangings, took flight from the San Carlos Reservation on May 17, 1885, accompanied by 35 warriors, and 109 other men, women and children.

During this final campaign, at least 5,000 white soldiers and 500 Indian auxiliaries were employed at various times in the capture of Geronimo's small band. Five months and 1,645 miles later, Geronimo was tracked to his camp in Mexico's Sonora Mountains.

Exhausted, and hopelessly out numbered, Geronimo surrendered on March 27, 1886 at Cañon de Los Embudos in Sonora, Mexico. His band consisted of a handful of warriors, women, and children. Also found was a young white boy named Jimmy "Santiago" McKinn, that the Indians had adopted some six months earlier in September. The "rescued" boy had become so assimilated to the Apache lifestyle, he cried when he was forced to return to his parents.
Jimmy "Santiago" McKinn was kidnapped by Apaches


Also traveling with General Crook was the photographer, C.S. Fly of Tombstone fame. After the bands capture, he was able to take some of the most famous photographs in U.S. history.

The soldiers gathered the group and began the trek to Fort Bowie, Arizona. However, near the border, Geronimo, fearing that they would be murdered once they crossed into U.S. territory, bolted with Chief Naiche, 11 warriors, and a few women and boys, who were able to escape back into the Sierra Madra. As a result, Brigadier General Nelson A. Miles replaced Crook as commander on April 2, 1886.

At a conference on September 3, 1886, at Skeleton Canyon in Arizona, General Miles induced Geronimo to surrender once again, promising him that, after an indefinite exile in Florida, he and his followers would be permitted to return to Arizona.

The promise was never kept. Geronimo and his fellow prisoners were shipped by box-car to Florida for imprisonment and put to hard labor.
It was May 1887 before he saw his family. Several years later, in 1894, he was moved to Fort Sill in Oklahoma Territory where he attempted to "fit in.” He farmed and joined the Dutch Reformed Church, which expelled him because of his inability to resist gambling.

As years passed, stories of Geronimo's warrior ferocity made him into a legend that fascinated non-Indians and Indians alike. As a result, he appeared at numerous fairs, selling souvenirs and photographs of himself. In 1905 he was quite the sensation when he appeared in President Theodore Roosevelt's inaugural parade. Geronimo dictated his memoirs, published in 1906 as Geronimo's Story of His Life.


Never having seen his homeland of Arizona again, Geronimo died of pneumonia on February 17, 1909 and was buried in the Apache cemetery at Fort Sill, Oklahoma.




©Kathy Weiser/Legends of America, updated March, 2010.
Geronimo on way to Florida

Band of Apache Indian prisoners at rest stop beside Southern Pacific Railway, near Nueces River, Texas, September 10, 1886. Among those on their way to exile in Florida are Natchez (center front) and, to the right, Geronimo and his son. Photo courtesy National Archives.















Geronimo

Geronimo was one of the fiercest Apache Chiefs that ever lived.



Geronimo in 1887, photo by Ben Wittick.

Chief Little Wolf

By Charles A. Eastman (Ohiyesa)
If any people ever fought for liberty and justice, it was the Cheyenne. If any ever demonstrated their physical and moral courage beyond cavil, it was this race of purely American heroes, among whom Little Wolf was a leader.

I knew the chief personally very well. As a young doctor, I was sent to the Pine Ridge agency in 1890, as government physician to the Sioux and the Northern Cheyenne. 

While I heard from his own lips of that gallant dash of his people from their southern exile to their northern home, I prefer that Americans should read of it in Doctor George Bird Grinnell's book, "The Fighting Cheyennes." No account could be clearer or simpler; and then too, the author cannot be charged with a bias in favor of his own race.

At the time that I knew him, Little Wolf was a handsome man, with the native dignity and gentleness, musical voice, and pleasant address of so many brave leaders of his people.

 One day when he was dining with us at our home on the reservation, I asked him, as I had a habit of doing, for some reminiscences of his early life.  He was rather reluctant to speak, but a friend who was present contributed the following:

Chief Little Wolf
Chief Little Wolf 1905, photo by Edward Curtis



Perhaps I can tell you why it is that he has been a lucky man all his life. When quite a small boy, the tribe was one winter in want of food, and his good mother had saved a small piece of buffalo meat, which she solemnly brought forth and placed before him with the remark: "My son must be patient, for when he grows up he will know even harder times than this."

"He had eaten nothing all day and was pretty hungry, but before he could lay hands on the meat a starving dog snatched it and bolted from the teepee. The mother ran after the dog and brought him back for punishment. She tied him to a post and was about to whip him when the boy interfered. "Don't hurt him, mother!" he cried; "he took the meat because he was hungrier than I am!'"

I was told of another kind act of his under trying circumstances. While still a youth, he was caught out with a party of buffalo hunters in a blinding blizzard. 

They were compelled to lie down side by side in the snowdrifts, and it was a day and a night before they could get out. The weather turned very cold, and when the men arose they were in danger of freezing. Little Wolf pressed his fine buffalo robe upon an old man who was shaking with a chill and himself took the other's thin blanket.

As a full-grown young man, he was attracted by a maiden of his tribe, and according to the custom then in vogue the pair disappeared. 

When they returned to the camp as man and wife, behold! there was great excitement over the affair. It seemed that a certain chief had given many presents and paid unmistakable court to the maid with the intention of marrying her, and her parents had accepted the presents, which meant consent so far as they were concerned. 

But the girl herself had not given consent.
The resentment of the disappointed suitor was great. It was reported in the village that he had openly declared that the young man who defied and insulted him must expect to be punished. As soon as Little Wolfheard of the threats, he told his father and friends that he had done only what it is every man's privilege to do.

"Tell the chief," said he, "to come out with any weapon he pleases, and I will meet him within the circle of lodges. He shall either do this or eat his words. The woman is not his. Her people accepted his gifts against her wishes. Her heart is mine." The chief apologized, and thus avoided the inevitable duel, which would have been a fight to the death.

The early life of Little Wolf offered many examples of the dashing bravery characteristic of the Cheyenne, and inspired the younger men to win laurels for themselves. He was still a young man, perhaps thirty-five, when the most trying crisis in the history of his people came upon them. 

As I know and as Doctor Grinnell's book amply corroborates, he was the general who largely guided and defended them in that tragic flight from the Indian Territory to their northern home. I will not discuss the justice of their cause: I prefer to quote Doctor Grinnell, lest it appear that I am in any way exaggerating the facts.

"They had come," he writes, "from the high, dry country of Montana and North Dakota to the hot and humid Indian Territory .  They had come from a country where buffalo and other game were still plentiful to a land where the game had been exterminated.  Immediately on their arrival they were attacked by fever and ague, a disease wholly new to them. Food was scanty, and they began to starve. 

The agent testified before a committee of the Senate that he never received supplies to subsist the Indians for more than nine months in each year. These people were meat-eaters, but the beef furnished them by the government inspectors was no more than skin and bone. The agent in describing their sufferings said: 'They have lived and that is about all.”

"The Indians endured this for about a year, and then their patience gave out. They left the agency to which they had been sent and started north. Though troops were camped close to them, they attempted no concealment of their purpose. Instead, they openly announced that they intended to return to their own country.

We have heard much in past years of the march of the Nez Perce under Chief Joseph, but little is remembered of the Dull Knife outbreak and the march to the north led by Little Wolf. The story of the journey has not been told, but in the traditions of the old army this campaign was notable, and old men who were stationed on the plains forty years ago are apt to tell you, if you ask them, that there never was such another journey since the Greeks marched to the sea.

"The fugitives pressed constantly northward undaunted, while orders were flying over the wires, and special trains were carrying men and horses to cut them off at all probable points on the different railway lines they must cross. Of the three hundred Indians, sixty or seventy were fighting men -- the rest old men, women, and children.

An army officer once told me that thirteen thousand troops were hurrying over the country to capture or kill these few poor people who had left the fever-stricken South, and in the face of every obstacle were steadily marching northward.


"The War Department set all its resources in operation against them, yet they kept on. If troops attacked them, they stopped and fought until they had driven off the soldiers, and then started north again. 

Sometimes they did not even stop, but marched along, fighting as they marched. For the most part they tried -- and with success -- to avoid conflicts, and had but four real hard fights, in which they lost half a dozen men killed and about as many wounded."
Dull Knife and Little Wolf
Dull Knife and Little Wolf. 




It must not be overlooked that the appeal to justice had first been tried before taking this desperate step. Little Wolf had gone to the agent about the middle of the summer and said to him: "This is not a good country for us, and we wish to return to our home in the mountains where we were always well. 

If you have not the power to give permission, let some of us go to Washington and tell them there how it is, or do you write to  Washington and get permission for us to go back."

"Stay one more year," replied the agent, "and then we will see what we can do for you. "No," said Little Wolf. "Before another year there will be none left to travel north. We must go now."

Soon after this it was found that three of the Indians had disappeared and the chief was ordered to surrender ten men as hostages for their return. He refused. "Three men," said he, "who are traveling over wild country can hide so that they cannot be found. You would never get back these three, and you would keep my men prisoners always."

The agent then threatened if the ten men were not given up to withhold their rations and starve the entire tribe into submission.  He forgot that he was addressing a Cheyenne. These people had not understood that they were prisoners when they agreed to friendly
relations with the government and came upon the reservation.  Little Wolf stood up and shook hands with all present before making his final deliberate address.

"Listen, my friends, I am a friend of the white people and have been so for a long time. I do not want to see blood spilt about this agency. I am going north to my own country. If you are going to send your soldiers after me, I wish you would let us get a little distance away. Then if you want to fight, I will fight you, and we can make the ground bloody at that place."

The Cheyenne was not bluffing. He said just what he meant, and I presume the agent took the hint, for although the military were there they did not undertake to prevent the Indians' departure. Next morning the teepees were pulled down early and quickly. 

Toward evening of the second day, the scouts signaled the approach of troops. Little Wolf called his men together and advised them under no circumstances to fire until fired upon.

An Arapaho scout was sent to them with a message. "If you surrender now, you will get your rations and be well treated." After what they had endured, it was impossible not to hear such a promise with contempt. Said Little Wolf: "We are going back to our own country."

We do not want to fight." He was riding still nearer when the soldiers fired, and at a signal the Cheyennes made a charge. They succeeded in holding off the troops for two days, with only five men wounded and none killed, and when the military retreated the Indians continued northward carrying their wounded.

This sort of thing was repeated again and again. Meanwhile Little Wolf held his men under perfect control. There were practically no depredations. They secured some boxes of ammunition left behind by retreating troops, and at one point the young men were eager to follow and destroy an entire command that were apparently at their mercy, but their leader withheld them. They had now reached the buffalo country, and he always kept his main object in sight. He was extraordinarily calm. Doctor Grinnell was told by one of his men years afterward: "Little Wolf did not seem like a human being. He seemed like a bear." It is true that a man of his type in a crisis becomes spiritually transformed and moves as one in a dream.

At the Running Water the band divided, Dull Knife going toward Red Cloud agency. He was near Fort Robinson when he surrendered and met his sad fate. Little Wolf remained all winter in the Sand Hills, where there was plenty of game and no white men. Later he went to Montana and then to Pine Ridge, where he and his people remained in peace until they were removed to Lame Deer, Montana, and there he spent the remainder of his days. There is a clear sky beyond the clouds of racial prejudice, and in that final Court of Honor a noble soul like that of Little Wolf has a place.

Compiled and edited by Kathy Weiser/Legends of America, updated July, 2010.
About the Author: Excerpted from the book Indian Heroes and Great Chieftains, by Charles A. Eastman, 1918. (now in the public domain)

Charles A. Eastman earned a medical degree from Boston University School of Medicine in 1890, and then began working for the Office of Indian Affairs later that year. He worked at the Pine Ridge Agency, South Dakota, and was an eyewitness to both events leading up to and following the Wounded Knee Massacre of December 29, 1890. Himself part-Sioux, he knew many of the people about whom he wrote.

Chief Dan George - Footprints

Chief Dan George
Chief Dan George: Acclaimed actor, gentle soul
Cheryl Petten,
Windspeaker Writer
#When Chief Dan George died on Sept. 23, 1981 at the age of 82, he had become an icon of gentleness and quiet humor in households across North America. While most people knew him as the Indian who became a movie star, there was much more to this man than the image flickering larger than life on the silver screen.
Chief Dan George took his responsibility to his people seriously and understood that his achievements paved the way for others to achieve.
Geswanouth Slahoot was born July 24, 1899 on the Burrard reserve in North Vancouver. He went by the name Dan Slahoot, the English version of his childhood nickname, Teswahno, until he went to St. Paul's boarding school at the age of five. There, where the students weren't allowed to speak their Native languages, they changed his name to Dan George, taking his new surname from his father's English name, George.
He became Chief Dan George in 1951 when he took over as chief of the Burrard band from his father. He continued in that role until 1963, when his acting career began. Chief Dan George was made honorary chief of two other bands, the Squamish and Shuswap.
George was in his sixties when he first started acting. He had worked as a longshoreman for 27 years before that, but had to give that up after he was hit by a load of lumber. When he recovered from his injuries, he did some construction work and some boom work, and was working driving a school bus when he got his first acting job, playing Old Antoine in Caribou Country, a series on the CBC. George received acclaim for his portrayal, and when one of the episodes of the show was to be transformed into a Hollywood movie called Smith, George reprised the role, starring along side Keenan Wynn and fellow Canadians Glen Ford and Jay Silverheels, Tonto in the Lone Ranger series.
George's biggest film role came in 1970 when he starred in Little Big Man with Dustin Hoffman. That role, as Old Lodge Skins, won George the New York Film Critics Award and the National Society of Film Critics Award. It also earned him an Academy Award nomination in the best supporting actor category, and marked the first time a Native person had been nominated for an Academy Award.
While a great time for George professionally, the recognition from the Motion Picture Academy coincided with a time of great sorrow and personal loss. When his nomination was announced, his wife Amy of 52 years lay in a hospital bed, admitted after treatment for a chronic ulcer condition.
A few weeks later, and less than a month before George was to walk down the red carpet at the Academy Award ceremony, Amy died.
George received acclaim for his work on stage as well. In 1967, he appeared in The Ecstasy of Rita Joe, playing the role of Rita Joe's father. Originally a minor character, playwright George Ryga expanded the part specifically for George. The play, which tells the story of a young Native girl who moves to the city only to meet a tragic, violent death, first opened at the Vancouver Playhouse and was later performed at the official opening of the National Arts Centre in Ottawa. The play was also staged in Washington D.C., and received critical acclaim wherever it was performed.
His success, and the celebrity that came with it, made George's life busier, but there were few outward signs that he had become a Hollywood star. He continued to live on the reserve in the same little house he had built for his wife and six children.
Throughout his acting career, George was always aware that in addition to being seen as a talented actor, he was also seen by many as a representative of the Indian people. He wanted to succeed, not so much for himself, but for the Indian people that would have their own self-confidence boosted by his success, and who would look at what he had accomplished and believe they too could accomplish more. That was a responsibility he took very seriously, worried that any failure he had in his career would mean he was failing the Indian people. And, throughout his career, he refused any role he felt was demeaning to Native people.
George's determination to use his celebrity to benefit Native people was demonstrated on Canada Day, 1967, as the country celebrated its centennial. On that day, George stood on the stage of the Empire Stadium in Vancouver in front of 35,000 people and, accompanied by his family who drummed and chanted, he performed his soliloquy, Lament for Confederation.

Lament for Confederation
How long have I known you, Oh Canada? A hundred years? Yes, a hundred years. And many, many seelanum more. And today, when you celebrate your hundred years, Oh Canada, I am sad for all the Indian people throughout the land.
For I have known you when your forests were mine; when they gave me my meat and my clothing. I have known you in your streams and rivers where your fish flashed and danced in the sun, where the waters said 'come, come and eat of my abundance.' I have known you in the freedom of the winds. And my spirit, like the winds, once roamed your good lands.
But in the long hundred years since the white man came, I have seen my freedom disappear like the salmon going mysteriously out to sea. The white man's strange customs, which I could not understand, pressed down upon me until I could no longer breathe.
When I fought to protect my land and my home, I was called a savage. When I neither understood nor welcomed his way of life, I was called lazy. When I tried to rule my people, I was stripped of my authority.
My nation was ignored in your history textbooks - they were little more important in the history of Canada than the buffalo that ranged the plains. I was ridiculed in your plays and motion pictures, and when I drank your fire-water, I got drunk - very, very drunk. And I forgot.
Oh Canada, how can I celebrate with you this Centenary, this hundred years? Shall I thank you for the reserves that are left to me of my beautiful forests? For the canned fish of my rivers? For the loss of my pride and authority, even among my own people? For the lack of my will to fight back? No! I must forget what's past and gone.
Oh God in heaven! Give me back the courage of the olden chiefs. Let me wrestle with my surroundings. Let me again, as in the days of old, dominate my environment. Let me humbly accept this new culture and through it rise up and go on.
Oh God! Like the thunderbird of old I shall rise again out of the sea; I shall grab the instruments of the white man's success-his education, his skills- and with these new tools I shall build my race into the proudest segment of your society.
Before I follow the great chiefs who have gone before us, Oh Canada, I shall see these things come to pass. I shall see our young braves and our chiefs sitting in the houses of law and government, ruling and being ruled by the knowledge and freedoms of our great land.
So shall we shatter the barriers of our isolation. So shall the next hundred years be the greatest in the proud history of our tribes and nations.
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Sunday, August 4, 2013

Columbus: Not The Man History Teaches











Was Christopher Columbus a hero or a murderer?


Indeed he was. His first order of business in the land that he claimed to have discovered, was to set up a foothold for the crown. He did bring smallpox to the natives when he arrived killing hundreds of them. But the most brutal thing Chris Columbus ever did was after the fabled "Thanksgiving" After this now renowned holiday, the very next morning Columbus began enslaving the native race. 

They were thought of as ingenious, and savages. Not at all on the same level as the wonderful British at the time. Columbus often offered children as rape slaves to his crew members as well. Many girls around the age of 10 - 12 were often used in this practice, so it is fair to say that he was also a pedophile. All in all, 


Christopher Columbus is NOT the hero we all were taught he was in grade school. He was a very dark man, with his ambitions set on the domination of people he thought of as lower life forms. Why we celebrate a holiday in his honor is beyond me. He didn't even step foot on the land we now call America.


Note: Columbus not only enslaved Native people but he committed genocide on thousands of them. They weren't considered to be human. This is the same understanding & tactics used by the government against Natives to exterminate them & steal their land. 

A hero? No. Just another dictator who saw himself better than others. Power, greed &  abuse. Who really was the savage?

Totem Poles & Their Meaning






Totem poles are sculptures carved from large trees, such as the Western Red Cedar. In North America, totem poles are part of the cultures of many indigenous peoples of Alaska, British Columbia and the Pacific Northwest. Totem poles serve many purposes beyond their beauty, and their meanings are as varied as the cultures that make them.
Some totem poles represent stories or important events. On these poles, each figure on the totem represents part of a story. These totems are used as a way to record the history and legends of the tribes.
Figures on a totem pole are not gods to be worshipped. Instead, they represent traits and characteristics each clan or story embodies.
There are many other types of totem poles. Genealogy poles are erected in front of a family’s home to represent the owner’s clan or social statusMemorial poles are carved in honor of a deceased clan member. Mortuary poles are also raised in honor of the dead and include a small compartment for the ashes of the deceased.
Another interesting type of totem pole is the shame pole. Shame poles are carved to embarrass and ridicule someone who has done something wrong.
Shame poles are taken down once the person has made amends. A famous shame pole erected in Cordova, Alaska, included the face of an oil company businessman. It is said to represent the unpaid debt the oil company owes for damages caused by the oil spill in Valdez, Alaska.
Colors used to paint totem poles were limited. Artists relied on natural pigments. Black was the most common, made by grinding sootgraphite or charcoal. Red came from red ochre, a clay-like material. Blue-green was made from copper sulfide.
Common figures found on totem poles include the raven (a symbol of The Creator), the eagle (representing peace and friendship), the killer whale (a symbol of strength), the thunderbird, the beaver, the bear, the wolf and the frog.
Though the totem pole has been a part of history for decades, totem poles are still created today. Native carvers in the Northwest continue to carve totems as symbols of their cultural pride and clan kinship.

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Native Ten Commandments