Mystic V

This is my website from my heart and soul.

                      

 

The wolf is not just an animal..

but something inside you

that makes you want to fight back...

to come back...

to be whole again...

"You have noticed that everything an Indian does in a circle, and that is because the Power of the World always works in circles, and everything and everything tries to be round. In the old days all our power came to us from the sacred hoop of the nation and so long as the hoop was unbroken the people flourished. The flowering tree was the living center of the hoop, and the circle of the four quarters nourished it. The east gave peace and light, the south gave warmth, the west gave rain and the north with its cold and mighty wind gave strength and endurance. This knowledge came to us from the outer world with our religion. Everything the power of the world does is done in a circle. The sky is round and I have heard that the earth is round like a ball and so are all the stars. The wind, in its greatest power, whirls. Birds make their nests in circles, for theirs is the same religion as ours. The sun comes forth and goes down again in a circle. The moon does the same and both are round. Even the seasons form a great circle in their changing and always come back again to where they were. The life of a man is a circle from childhood to childhood, and so it is in everything where power moves. Our teepees were round like the nests of birds, and these were always set in a circle, the nation's hoop, a nest of many nests, where the Great Spirit meant for us to hatch our children."

Black Elk

"Only when the last tree is cut; only when the last river is polluted; only when the last fish is caught; only then will they realise that you cannot eat money." Cree Indian Proverb

 

Within the deepest forest
Upon the hills of snow
Sounds of mighty spirit
Fills the world below

Howling in the shadows
Where nature's love will loom
Spirits that are many
Joined by sacred moon

Hear the quiet whispers
That fall upon the earth
Each a part of destiny
That comes in each rebirth

Mighty ancient whispers
On breezes now combined
Prayers that rise to heaven
With every star designed

Calm and peaceful moment
Will ease the weary soul
Spirits greatest moments
In life they will console.

Francine Pucillo

The Wolves Within

An old Grandfather,
whose grandson came to him
with anger at a schoolmate
who had done him an injustice, said,

"Let me tell you a story.
I too, at times, have felt a great hate
for those that have taken so much,
with no sorrow for what they do.

But hate wears you down,
and does not hurt your enemy.
It is like taking poison
and wishing your enemy would die.
I have struggled with these feelings many times."

He continued,
"It is as if there are two wolves inside me;
one is good and does no harm.
He lives in harmony with all around him
and does not take offense
when no offense was intended.
He will only fight when it is right to do so,
and in the right way."

"But the other wolf, ah!
He is full of anger.
The littlest thing will
set him into a fit of temper.
He fights everyone,
all the time, for no reason.
He cannot think
because his anger and hate are so great.
It is hard to live with these two wolves inside me,
for both of them try to dominate my spirit."

The boy looked intently
into his Grandfather's eyes and asked,
"Which one wins, Grandfather?"

The Grandfather solemnly said,
"The one I feed."

Author Unknown

Be Still And Listen

I am quiet so that the Spirits
can enter and call my name.
I listen as they speak
I hold no thought of shame.

They come to me in the silence
of the meditation by the fire.
I open myself to the teachings
and they fill my soul with desire.

The Spirits come to tell me
things I could not know.
Of legends before my time
and where the Spirits go.

They talk of the souls of the departed
sitting at the Wise Council in the sky.
They tell of the coming again
of things we thought had passed us by.

The return of the buffalo on the plains,
the return of the water so pure,
they tell of the peace among the men
who know the land so sure.

Of hearts in the mending,
of peace among us all.
Of great men still standing
long after the fall.

Returning to a time
where there was abundance in the land.
And the land was shared by all
before it left our hands.

No matter what your Native American heritage,
you have Spirits of your tribe
reaching out to tell you of the legends.
Be still and listen ... with pride.
          Marge Tindal