Showing posts with label literature. Show all posts
Showing posts with label literature. Show all posts

Saturday, November 11, 2017

REFLECTIONS OF MYSELF

My own reflections come from the sacred eyes of my sacred lodge belongs to Kish-Shamm Manitou (Our Creator), within this sacred lodge dwells the spirit of Monnzheeze (fawn), my wife.

We both feel in our own way someplace dwells perfection, it was once here long before the invasion of this white man...along with greed and lust.

We know the natural and original creation has all but been abandoned by the cultures of today.

We know there are many people around that still live that natural and original way created by Kish-Shamm Manitou.

And in my eyes, also come reflections that belong to you, Monnzheeze, my wife.
  
We are a oneness this way....
                                   
Long ago during a Peyote ceremony, legend has it how a man and a woman from the Potawatomi nation entered into this sacred ceremony and their spirit's met. They talked that way for a long while and decided not to return back down here.

They walked away laughing in that manner.

Many have gone that way and it was found that their own materialistic sacred lodges were empty of this life.
Their spirits had abandoned this sacred life. They walked in to a belief.

We hear those walked away from life that way.

When it rains, their laughter can be heard, or their soft pitter-patter of running feet while those many raindrops fall down on us.
Their laughter can be heard from swift rivlets, creeks, brooks, mighty falling rivers.

Theirs can be said of a happy life the way they walked away together.
                                   
So, it is not always that one that walks into spirituality alone, there are many want this way, just as I do.

Just as my Monnzheeze wants it.

We are filled with a fear of many things...even this life.

That is why many of us look at each other in apprehension towards all that swiftly and silently approaching all of life from a direction that all of life must inevitably enter.

I have always said, I will walk alone if need be. There is no fear, only what we carry deep to the bottom of our sacred lodges.

So, these are reflections of myself.


The Way Called Beautiful by Helen Bird

Tuesday, September 26, 2017

Continued excerpt from 'The Way Called Beautiful' by Helen Bird

THE YOUNG WARRIOR - PART TWO


The man watched as they brought the sleeping warrior and then he disappeared.

He walked away, vanished just as quickly as he had appeared to the people...
It was a young red woman who ran after that man, only to return badly frightened as she pointed to over there upon Mother our beautiful earth's sacred and powerful white shawl...
                                   
The walking mans' tracks had become hoof prints, much as those of our four legged relatives, the deer...

This is a true happening that took place during the occupation of Wounded Knee, as the white man had chased the warrior deep in to a blizzard, deep in to the inescapable ravines of the Badlands...

The warrior returned home one year later with lungs infected from pneumonia and medicine men drew fluids from his chest ceremoniously with the eagle bone...

The young warrior knew life had come to him under that snow laden cedar tree...

In a dream a deer came to him, stood watching him and in his own tongue he beseeched the help from our four legged relative...
It was granted.

Today, he walks proudly in the knowledge that his ancestors' ways are true, and yet…

He is saddened that so many children are lost to these sacred ways.
The federal agents never recovered that young warriors sacred lodge and


...Yes, they still chase him....

                                                          Illustration by Zawanquit
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Monday, September 25, 2017

No One Knows

Excerpt from The Way Called Beautiful' by Helen Bird 

"Long before the coming of our revised history stood a unique red man of great mystery.

He stands patiently waiting by your tipi entrance.

He knows every beat of our red peoples' hearts.

His hair is braided long with care. The color of his skin is deep copper.

He is the first red man uniquely apart.

I call him 'Wau-See-Turr', for no one really knows his name.

He was the first red man to walk upon this sacred land.

How this red man died??? No one will ever know!

Wau-See-Turr entered in to sacred spirit sky world.

A sacred place for 'nishnaubeh' (red person), that Our 'Kish-Shamm-Manitou' (Creator)
had planned.

Wau-See-Turr was all alone over there and he was lonely being the very first!

He spoke to Kish-Shamm-Manitou and Kish-Shamm-Manitou answered his request...

That for all time, to the last red person's spirit, Wau-See-Turr would enter and depart
from the sacred spirit place in the sky, to guide all his people's from down here to up there.

They have gone, never, ever to depart from up high.

Wau-See-Turr...You have heard our cries of misery and you have answered from that
place over there in eternity.

Wau-See-Turr...

Your nishnaubeh path is deeply trodden by red man nations come from down here below.
You have answered our many calls of miseries, when we feared to be lost to some other eternity...

He stands waiting patiently by your tipi entrance, fanning Kish-Shamm-Manitou's
mighty spotted eagles' feathers.

His sacred song is final farewell to world down here, as you dance upon deeply trodden path, hand in hand together.

Over there, high upon the banks of eternity, Wau-See-Turr points to our beloved ancestors singing to us...

"Wau-See-Turr

Wau-See-Turr

Wau-See-Turr..."

They are calling all of...Us!!!"

Within this great mystery, this man was given many ways how it would be...

With warriors, childrens' that belong to these warriors, the once was warriors…
Our most respected elders, they all feel this sacred vision of our Spirit Guide Sky Walker

He will be the very last to enter in to our place given to us by Kish-Shamm-Manitou.

That sacred place we call spirit sky world where our ancestors call to us always.

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Excerpt from 'The Way called Beautiful' by Helen Bird

THIS BOOK IS DEDICATED TO THE DISPLACED, THE DISENFRANCHISED, THE INDIGENOUS OF THE WORLD…
ALL THOSE AFFECTED BY GREED AND OPPRESSION.


PROLOGUE

The truth…

It will always find you…
When you least expect it and more importantly when you need to hear it the most.
I had fallen off the mad hamster wheel of western thinking, materialism and illusions of wealth disguised as debt and addiction…and I fell hard, only to find myself facing a fork in the dusty road of life. Rabbit holes…
I had a choice…I could continue down the God forsaken path of self- destruction and circle the drain or I could veer sharply on to the freeway of selfless enlightenment, shedding old ways and old skin, abandoning the stinking thinking of capitalistic shackles and shattered dreams.
As I wandered cold and hungry through a damp mist turning quickly to heavy rain, I stumbled upon a box.

A non-descript box tossed carelessly near a dumpster.
It looked no more than the garbage it was destined for.

Yet, somehow I was moved…compelled to dig deep in to that box, under already soggy papers and elderly yellowed sheet music, only to find at the very bottom, a treasury of words.

Words of hope and inspiration…

Words I so desperately needed at this point in time….

I saw in front of my very eyes a sacred task, one that was willed to me on that dreary day…a unique task of rescue… to repair and preserve the words of those that should never be lost and forgotten.

Who or what guided me towards that abandoned box???
Unseen forces, the ancestors beyond the veil and the great spirit of a proud Native American warrior…

His name is Zawanquit

‘Yellow Cloud’

And this is his life….

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THE WAY CALLED BEAUTIFUL 

"They came from many directions....
  Legions upon legions of them....
  They danced, they sang, they fought....
  They finally left in total rejection....

  She stood silently reiterating....
  Her many facades she chose to act.....
  It was many years later when age had come
  To claim the beauty from her life....
 
  Again she heard them approaching from
  Far, far away in the distance.....
  Yes, they stopped and stood
  Before the entrance of her sacred lodge....
  How long they remained standing this way
  No one will ever know
 
  It was another day she heard
  the footsteps coming
  Nearer and nearer towards her....
  Yes, they walked right over her,
  And they kept on walking away from her.....
  In this life our ancestors walked
  also in that sacred manner....

  They considered Mother, Our beautiful
  Earth not as a means to lay abuse
  But as a means to love and understand life.....
  Your Rainbow ones up there blend together…..

   The Way called Beautiful.