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      The creator gathered together 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 take it to 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."
      Then the 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 them." And the Creator said, "It is done."  --Life Magazine 1997
       

      How can we buy the sky?" Chief Seattle began.
      "How can you own the wind?
      Every part of this earth is sacred. Every pine needle. Every sandy shore.
      Every mist in the dark woods.
      We are part of the earth and the earth is part of us.
      The air is precious. It shares its spirit with all the life it supports.
      The wind that gave me my first breath also received my last sigh.
      This we know: the earth does not belong to us. We belong to the earth.
      The earth is our mother. What befalls the earth befalls all the son daughters of the earth.
      All things are connected like the blood that unites us.
      We did not weave the web of life. We are merely a strand in it.
      Wherever we do to the web, we do to ourselves"

      Chief Seattle
       

      The Cold Within

      Story by
      Shelley
      Six humans trapped by happenstance
       In black and bitter cold
       Each one possessed a stick of wood
       or so the story's told.

       Their dying fire in need of logs,
       The first woman held hers back
       For on the faces around the fire
       She noticed one was black.

       The next man looking cross the way
       Saw one not of his church
       And couldn't bring himself to give
       The fire his stick of birch.
       The third one sat in tattered clothes
       He gave his coat a hitch.
       Why should his log be put to use
       To warm the idle rich?

       The rich man just sat back and thought
       Of the wealth he had in store,
       And how to keep what he had earned
       From the lazy, shiftless poor.

       The black man's face bespoke revenge
       As the fire passed from his sight,
       For all he saw in his stick of wood
       Was a chance to spite the white.

       And the last man of this forlorn group
       Did naught except to gain,
       Giving only to those who gave
       Was how he played the game.

       The logs held tight in death's still hands
       Was proof of human sin.
       They didn't die from the cold without,
       They died from the cold within.

      Cherokee Prayer Blessing

      May the Warm Winds of Heaven
      Blow softly upon your house.
      May the Great Spirit
      Bless all who enter there.
      May your Mocassins
      Make happy tracks
      in many snows,
      and may the Rainbow
      Always touch your shoulder.
       
      Native American Prayer

      Oh, Great Spirit
      Whose voice I hear in the winds,
      And whose breath gives life to all the world,
      hear me, I am small and weak,
      I need your strength and wisdom.
      Let me walk in beauty and make my eyes ever behold
      the red and purple sunset.
      Make my hands respect the things you have
      made and my ears sharp to hear your voice.
      Make me wise so that I may understand the things
      you have taught my people.
      Let me learn the lessons you have
      hidden in every leaf and rock.
      I seek strength, not to be greater than my brother,
      but to fight my greatest enemy - myself.
      Make me always ready to come to you
      with clean hands and straight eyes.
      So when life fades, as the fading sunset,
      my Spirit may come to you without shame.

      (translated by Lakota Sioux Chief Yellow Lark in 1887)
      published in Native American Prayers - by the Episcopal Church.
       
      Honor the sacred.
      Honor the Earth, our Mother.
      Honor the Elders.
      Honor all with whom we share the Earth:-
      Four-leggeds, two-leggeds, winged ones,
      Swimmers, crawlers, plant and rock people.
      Walk in balance and beauty.


      Native American Elder




      Lakota Instructions for Living

      Friend do it this way - that is,
      whatever you do in life,
      do the very best you can
      with both your heart and mind.


      And if you do it that way,
      the Power Of The Universe
      will come to your assistance,
      if your heart and mind are in Unity.


      When one sits in the Hoop Of The People,
      one must be responsible because
      All of Creation is related.
      And the hurt of one is the hurt of all.
      And the honor of one is the honor of all.
      And whatever we do effects everything in the universe.


      If you do it that way - that is,
      if you truly join your heart and mind
      as One - whatever you ask for,
      that's the Way It's Going To Be.


      passed down from White Buffalo Calf Woman


       

      Go Forward With Courage

      When you are in doubt, be still, and wait;
      when doubt no longer exists for you, then go forward with courage.
      So long as mists envelop you, be still;
      be still until the sunlight pours through and dispels the mists
      -- as it surely will.
      Then act with courage.


      White Eagle



       

      Earth, Teach Me


      Earth teach me quiet ~ as the grasses are still with new light.
      Earth teach me suffering ~ as old stones suffer with memory.
      Earth teach me humility ~ as blossoms are humble with beginning.
      Earth teach me caring ~ as mothers nurture their young.
      Earth teach me courage ~ as the tree that stands alone.
      Earth teach me limitation ~ as the ant that crawls on the ground.
      Earth teach me freedom ~ as the eagle that soars in the sky.
      Earth teach me acceptance ~ as the leaves that die each fall.
      Earth teach me renewal ~ as the seed that rises in the spring.
      Earth teach me to forget myself ~ as melted snow forgets its life.
      Earth teach me to remember kindness ~ as dry fields weep with rain.


      An Ute Prayer




      Treat the earth well.
      It was not given to you by your parents,
      it was loaned to you by your children.
      We do not inherit the Earth from our Ancestors,
      we borrow it from our Children.

      Ancient Indian Proverb






      Over a hundred years ago Black Elk had a vision of the time when Indian people would heal from the devastating effects
      of European migration. In his vision the Sacred Hoop which had been broken, would be mended in seven generations.
      The children born into this decade will be the seventh generation.



      When you were born, you cried
      and the world rejoiced.
      Live your life
      so that when you die,
      the world cries and you rejoice.

      White Elk





      If the white man wants to live in peace
      with the Indian, he can live in peace...
      Treat all men alike. Give them all the
      same law.Give them all an even chance
      to live and grow.All men were made by
      the same Great Spirit Chief.
      They are all brothers. The Earth is the
      mother of all people, and all people
      should have equal rights upon it....
      Let me be a free man,free to travel,
      free to stop,free to work,free to trade
      where I choose my own teachers,
      free to follow the religion of my
      fathers,free to think and talk and act
      for myself, and I will obey every law,
      or submit to the penalty.

      Heinmot Tooyalaket ( Chief Joseph), Nez Perce Leader


       



      Humankind has not woven the web of life.
      We are but one thread within it.
      Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves.
      All things are bound together.
      All things connect.

      Chief Seattle, 1854



       



      May the stars carry your sadness away,
      May the flowers fill your heart with beauty,
      May hope forever wipe away your tears,
      And, above all, may silence make you strong.

      Chief Dan George



      Hold On
      Hold on to what is good,
      Even if it's a handful of earth.
      Hold on to what you believe,
      Even if it's a tree that stands by itself.
      Hold on to what you must do,
      Even if it's a long way from here.
      Hold on to your life,
      Even if it's easier to let go.
      Hold on to my hand,
      Even if someday I'll be gone away from you.

      A Pueblo Indian Prayer




      Before our white brothers arrived to make us civilized men,
      we didn't have any kind of prison. Because of this, we had no delinquents.
      Without a prison, there can be no delinquents.
      We had no locks nor keys and therefore among us there were no thieves.
      When someone was so poor that he couldn't afford a horse, a tent or a blanket,
      he would, in that case, receive it all as a gift.
      We were too uncivilized to give great importance to private property.
      We didn't know any kind of money and consequently, the value of a human being
      was not determined by his wealth.
      We had no written laws laid down, no lawyers, no politicians,
      therefore we were not able to cheat and swindle one another.
      We were really in bad shape before the white men arrived and I don't know
      how to explain how we were able to manage without these fundamental things
      that (so they tell us) are so necessary for a civilized society.

      John (Fire) Lame Deer
      Sioux Lakota - 1903-1976






      What is life?
      It is the flash of a firefly in the night.
      It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime.
      It is the little shadow which runs across
      the grass and loses itself in the sunset.


      Crowfoot, Blackfoot warrior and orator 1830 - 1890



       

      Lakota Prayer

      Wakan Tanka, Great Mystery,
      teach me how to trust
      my heart,
      my mind,
      my intuition,
      my inner knowing,
      the senses of my body,
      the blessings of my spirit.
      Teach me to trust these things
      so that I may enter my Sacred Space
      and love beyond my fear,
      and thus Walk in Balance
      with the passing of each glorious Sun.


      According to the Native People, the Sacred Space
      is the space between exhalation and inhalation.
      To Walk in Balance is to have Heaven (spirituality)
      and Earth (physicality) in Harmony. 





      And while I stood there
      I saw more than I can tell,
      and I understood more than I saw;
      for I was seeing in a sacred manner
      the shapes of things in the spirit,
      and the shape of all shapes as they must
      live together like one being.

      Black Elk, Black Elk Speaks




      So live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart.
      Trouble no one about their religion;
      respect others in their view, and demand that they respect yours.
      Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life.

      Seek to make your life long and its purpose in the service of your people.
      Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide.
      Always give a word or a sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend,
      even a stranger, when in a lonely place.
      Show respect to all people and grovel to none.

      When you arise in the morning give thanks for the food and for the joy of living.
      If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies only in yourself.

      Abuse no one and no thing, for abuse turns the wise ones to fools
      and robs the spirit of its vision.

      When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled
      with the fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep
      and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way.
      Sing your death song and die like a hero going home.


      Chief Tecumseh (Crouching Tiger) Shawnee Nation 1768-1813


       

      O' GREAT SPIRIT
      help me always
      to speak the truth quietly,
      to listen with an open mind
      when others speak,
      and to remember the peace
      that may be found in silence.


      Cherokee Prayer


       



      Peace and happiness are available in every moment.
      Peace is every step. We shall walk hand in hand.
      There are no political solutions to spiritual problems.
      Remember: If the Creator put it there, it is in the right place.
      The soul would have no rainbow if the eyes had no tears.
      Tell your people that, since we were promised we should never be moved,
      we have been moved five times.

      An Indian Chief, 1876. 






      When all the trees have been cut down,
      when all the animals have been hunted,
      when all the waters are polluted,
      when all the air is unsafe to breathe,
      only then will you discover you cannot eat money.

      Cree Prophecy


       


      Like the grasses showing tender faces to each other,
      thus should we do,
      for this was the wish of the Grandfathers of the World.


      Black Elk


       


      I do not think the measure of a civilization
      is how tall its buildings of concrete are,
      But rather how well its people have learned to relate
      to their environment and fellow man.


      Sun Bear of the Chippewa Tribe 






      We do not want schools....
      they will teach us to have churches.
      We do not want churches....
      they will teach us to quarrel about God.
      We do not want to learn that.
      We may quarrel with men sometimes
      about things on this earth,
      but we never quarrel about God.
      We do not want to learn that.

      Heinmot Tooyalaket ( Chief Joseph), Nez Perce Leader


       


      Certain things catch your eye,
      But pursue only those
      that capture your heart.


      old indian saying


       


      Thanksgiving

      We return thanks to our mother, the earth,
      which sustains us.
      We return thanks to the rivers and streams,
      which supply us with water.
      We return thanks to all herbs,
      which furnish medicines for the cure of our diseases.
      We return thanks to the moon and stars,
      which have given to us their light when the sun was gone.
      We return thanks to the sun,
      that has looked upon the earth with a beneficent eye.
      Lastly, we return thanks to the Great Spirit,
      in Whom is embodied all goodness,
      and Who directs all things for the good of Her children.

      Iroquois


       



      "Give thanks for unknown blessings
      already on their way."

      Native American saying


       


      There is a road in the hearts of all of us, hidden and seldom traveled,
      which leads to an unkown, secret place.
      The old people came literally to love the soil,
      and they sat or reclined on the ground with a feeling of
      being close to a mothering power.
      Their teepees were built upon the earth
      and their altars were made of earth.
      The soul was soothing, strengthening, cleansing and healing.
      That is why the old Indian still sits upon the earth instead of
      propping himself up and away from its life giving forces.
      For him, to sit or lie upon the ground is to be able to think more deeply
      and to feel more keenly. He can see more clearly into the mysteries of
      life and come closer in kinship to other lives about him.

      Chief Luther Standing Bear