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. ~Chief Joseph

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The Great Spirit is in all things. He is in the air we breathe. The Great Spirit is our Father, but the Earth is our Mother. She nourishes us. That which we put into the ground she returns to us. ~Big Thunder

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Storytellers share their truths and visions with future generations that we may preserve our history and hopefully learn from it. Proud to be a Seneca of the Iroquois League. ~k



A big-city lawyer from back east went duck hunting along the Texas coast. He shot and dropped a duck, but it fell into a farmer's field on the other side of a fence. As the lawyer climbed over the fence, an elderly farmer drove up on his tractor and asked him what he was doing. The lawyer responded, "I shot a duck and it fell into this field, and now I'm going to retrieve it." The old farmer replied, "This is my property, and you are not coming over here." The big time lawyer said, "I am one of the best trial attorneys in the U.S. and if you don't let me get that duck, I'll sue you and take everything you own."


The old farmer grinned and said, "Apparently, you don't know how we do things in Texas. We settle small disagreements like this with the Texas Three-Kick Rule." The lawyer asked, "What is the Texas Three-Kick Rule?" The farmer replied, "Well, first I kick you three times and then you kick me three times, and so on, back and forth, until someone gives up." The attorney quickly thought about the proposed contest and decided that he could easily take the old codger. He agreed to abide by the local custom.


The old farmer slowly climbed down from the tractor and walked up to the city feller. His first kick planted the toe of his heavy work boot into the lawyer's groin and dropped him to his knees. His second kick nearly wiped the man's nose off his face. The barrister was flat on his belly when the farmer's third kick to a kidney nearly caused him to give up. The lawyer summoned every bit of his will and managed to get to his feet and said, "Okay, you old coot! Now, it's my turn!" The old farmer smiled and said, "Nope, I give up. You can have the duck."





“GRANDFATHER, I WISH TO UNDERSATAND”


GRANDFATHER, why do people call me mixed blood?


Grandson, it is because you are part elk and part bear. You are swift like the elk and stand your ground like the bear. You will succeed where others fail. In you lie the strength of several tribes. Your father's people are afraid of the bear but your mother embraces it. Your mother's people share their breathe with the horse while your father runs from the wind. Your heart holds the fireplace of several nations. You are a mixed blood my Grandson. Your heart shares the blood of the elk and the bear. Have the courage to follow her.


GRANDFATHER, has every dawn looked so beautiful?

No Grandson, there was a time when daybreak brought more heartache, more pain, and more loss. When mothers carried their dead daughters. Fathers carried their dead sons. Older brothers carried younger brothers and sisters. At night, your ancestors would lay next to their dead relations. As the new day approached, they would pick their dead up hoping the new day permitted them to be buried. As the soldiers led your ancestors to unfamiliar lands, your people never cried. They never used the soldier's horses or wagons. They never looked at the soldiers. They just walked and prayed.


GRANDFATHER, why do the spirits make our people suffer?

Grandson, to live is to suffer. To survive is to find meaning within the pain. To die is to once again be born.


GRANDFATHER, you have taught me that I must learn to be a warrior, find a wife and bare children. I have prepared myself as a warrior. But how do I recognize my wife?

Grandson, in her eyes, you will see my great-grandchildren. In her tears lie the hopes, dreams, and memories of our people. In her voice, firmness like a mountain unshaken by the storm yet gentle as the grass swayed by a breeze. Her physical abilities match your own. She humbly carries the weight of her family and people upon her shoulders. Her faith cannot be overcome by misfortune. She is silent for she possesses all qualities of mind, body, and soul. Her heart soars like the eagle, flows fierce like the buffalo, and fights like the bear. Like their mothers before them, she understands that her people were born into their arms and we leave this world in their arms. Grandson, your wife has prepared her whole life for your arrival. You will know her.


GRANDFATHER, how will our people succeed in a land that sets them up to fail?

Grandson, the Great Spirit wants to see all of his children do well. He gave each of us abilities on Mother Earth to reach the stars. For the white man, he was granted vast intellect. For the black man, he was given great strength. For us, Grandson, we are blessed with our spirituality. We understand and can use our Mother Earth, Father Sun, Sister Moon, and Grandfather Darkness to our advantage. Follow the footprints of your ancestors. Through their blood, sweat and tears, you will never fail.


GRANDFATHER, how will I ever learn how to lead when all I know is to survive?

Grandson, it is simple. Seek wisdom but beware for power follows wisdom. And foolishness follows power. And destruction follows foolishness. Wisdom will lift you high among your people. Power will destroy everything sacred. Know the strength of wisdom above power. Seek wisdom, Grandson.


GRANDFATHER, why do you have to leave?

Grandson, your Grandmother is waiting for me. She has been lonely without me and I have been without her. Don't cry for I won't be far. You can feel me in here, your heart. You can see me in your children. You can speak to me in your prayers. I have lived long enough to watch you become the man you are.


GRANDFATHER, I do not understand why the Great Spirit gives us things. And why He takes things away.

Grandson, understanding cannot be found in the land of the living.


GRANDFATHER, I love you. Please don't go.


Source: nativepeoples.com




'LIFE IS A JOURNEY' by Meadow Birdsong

Life is a journey through many terrains
From gardens of pleasure to deserts of pain
From an ocean of love to a jungle of hate
From mountains of glory to canyons of fate

There's a highway for joy and a highway for sorrow A road for today and a road for tomorrow So choose your path wisely and walk it with care If you follow your heart You'll find your way there.

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