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The last great Indian War Chiefs

Posted on Oct 3rd, 2009 by LittleDove :  Truth,   Love,spiritual messenger LittleDove
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Everyone knows the last great Indian War Chiefs lived and died in the 19th century and given modern times, there will likely be no more forever. Then came Chief Grey Eagle, a warrior who came from another time and place! Yet he was also a powerful warrior and leader in the here and now. Chief Grey Eagle has had emblazoned upon his heart, mind and soul, the spirit of the Great War Chiefs of a long ago time. He would use his awesome leadership and commanding presence to mold the modern day Indian Nations and make of them a force with which to be reckoned. Join with us now as we travel to that time and place and meet Chief Grey Eagle, last of the Great Lakota Sioux War Chiefs.

There are those who believe the age of the Indian Warrior is long past - relegated to history. But the age of the mounted warrior riding across plains has yet another date with destiny. We travel to the Lakota Sioux Reservation, where a man-child has been born. Tradition says he was born of the bloodline of the greatest of the Lakota War Chiefs, and their spirit dwells within him. It is said of this man-child that he shall stand in two worlds, with feet of iron. This unique prophecy has come to complete fulfillment, howbeit in a most unlikely manner.

He was known by his people as Grey Eagle, a name that was derived from the color of his eyes. While his lineage was that of full blood Lakota Sioux, his eyes somehow had turned out solid gray. His family lives among a spread of trees atop a high ridge, overlooking a large valley below, with mountains in the distance. The hawk and the eagle fly overhead and the young boy grew into manhood, amazed at their power. Young Grey Eagle was like all boys his age, but often he would break away from the group and walk alone. Sometimes his mother gazing off into the distance would find him, as if in a trance. His only response was, I shall be like unto them, for I am Grey Eagle!

A mother’s love understood that in some way her son was special. Even as a boy she knew, her son had the eyes of a warrior and a leader of men and she knew that someday her son would come to fulfill his destiny. His natural abilities seemed to be greater and stronger than other boys his age. He could see and hear with greater intensity, and his alertness was above those of his peers. It was his mother who gave him the name 'Grey Eagle' because she said; "he has the eyes of an eagle." While young Grey Eagle's father worked long hours and worked hard to provide the necessities of life. His mother often took time to walk and talk with her son, as they would stroll among the trees and high places. Here, said Grey Eagle, "I can hear the wind talk to me.”


As Grey Eagle grew into his teen years, he gained a great interest in the history of his people, and the great warrior leaders of the past. He also studied the ancient art of war, the bow and the lance. Soon the growing boy became an expert and was known among his people as the greatest among the young warriors. Grey Eagle undoubtedly has the power of enormous commanding presence, is what they said of him. The other boys never made fun of him or picked on him, for he seemed to literally dominate the situation, howbeit in the manor befitting the early prophesies spoken of him while still a child. Still regardless of his growing influence he was kind and mannerly. When Grey Eagle turned 16 years of age, he attended a great pow-wow, a celebration of their tribal heritage and culture. The costumes and artifacts of his people were everywhere. But Grey Eagle's choice was to make every item according to the ancient ways of his people, and his
work was most impressive.


It was on this particular occasion that Grey Eagle's life would completely change course. He had stopped along the way for refreshment when he met a soldier in uniform. The soldier was an Army Major, a war veteran, and a member of the elite Special Forces. Many medals of valor covered his chest, and Grey Eagle thought to himself; here is a true warrior. He excused himself while asking to speak to the soldier, who was sitting alone. Afterward Grey Eagle made his decision; even at the age of 16 he had become an expert in the ancient Indian art of war. Now he must learn the way of the modern warrior. Grey Eagle was only 17 and 6 months when he graduated from High School, afterward he attended the Indian Junior College not far from his home.


Grey Eagle was still six months away from his 21st birthday when he walked into the Army Recruiting Office and sought to join. "I want to be in the Special Forces," he said! The Sergeant explained the process to him, that he would attend boot camp, then afterward if he were among the few qualified, he would be assigned to Special Forces Training. The young Indian Brave took the opportunity and greatly excelled as he went through boot camp: Time passed and he found himself wearing the insignia of the Special Forces. He then sought to attend Officer Training School and gain his commission, which happened just as he had hoped.


The years past and Grey Eagle was eventually promoted to the rank of captain when war broke out in the Middle East. Grey Eagle was ready, and he knew it. Since many years before when he was a boy back on the reservation, he knew this moment would come and he was eager for the challenge. He would prove himself and earn the title Lakota Sioux Warrior, the greatest among his people. The enemy paid dearly for waging a war, which involved Grey Eagle. Thousands of the enemy died at the hands of Grey Eagle, and even more of our own troops were spared from certain death. He return to the States in due course of time with his Chest covered with more medals of valor than were possessed by the Army Major that had impressed him so very much when he was only 16 years of age.


During his tour of duty in the army, he had become a small arms weapons and tactical expert. He also became an expert at turning the enemy technology against them and he could even fool our own night scopes and heat detectors. Some of those who fought with him even boasted that he could turn invisible. Grey Eagle had done well in the Army Special Forces, and became the youngest Major in Army Special Forces history. Still, he knew this was but a prelude to what destiny had in store for him. Something more waited for him, and he intended on finding out the answer to life's question: "Why am I here?”


When Grey Eagle returned home, he was welcome by his tribe as a returning hero; throngs greeted him. His people were mesmerized by his presence and couldn't seem to get enough of him. Whispers began to circulate, likening him to Crazy Horse and the other Great War Chiefs of the past. It was at this time, that a delegation came knocking on his door, proposing that he seek to become a representative on the inter-tribal Council of the Indian Confederation. Tribal representatives regularly came pleading with him to take a leadership position on the council. Grey Eagle did not say no, but first indicated he must be alone and consider the matter.


It was then, that Grey Eagle returned to the old familiar pathways of his youth. He spent his time in the woods and high places where he had spent so much time during years gone by in meditation. It was at that time night and the moon was full, the wind whispered among the leaves, and he once again could hear, as it were, a calling and a beckoning. It was at this time that he later claimed he saw a spirit come to him. The image of a Great Warrior Chief, and it said to him: "Grey Eagle - put on the robes of your forefathers, those of a War Chief and lead the Indian Nations.


The time has now come, and you are completely ready; the spirit of all the Great Warrior Chiefs will be with you. Your eyes shall be their eyes, and their wisdom shall be your wisdom. You shall become the greatest among the Great Warrior Chiefs of all time. An Indian leader like unto you Grey Eagle has never arisen before, nor shall it be so again hereafter." The Great War Chief reached out his arms and handed Grey Eagle a bundle, wrapped in ancient buffalo hide, and tied with ceremonial cords. "Show no man its contents until you stand before the Indian Nations wearing what is therein. This shall be a sign unto you!" Then a great ‘war lance’ appeared in the spirits hand and he heaved it, so it stuck in the ground immediately before Grey Eagle. "When this lance is no more, your leadership will have ended, and you will depart in peace for it is the symbol of your power and authority.”


The spirit of the Great Warrior Chief disappeared, and Grey Eagle was again standing alone. While he stood looking upon the lance he then knew assuredly that what he had seen was not merely his imagination, but the truth. As he pondered where his life had brought him and what was in store for him, he felt a nudge at his back. Then a second nudge, even harder! As Grey Eagle turned, there stood before him a great white stallion, saddled with an Indian warrior's blanket. Again, he had to know for sure if this horse was intended for him or merely a coincident! So he mounted the beast and at that very moment and thereby he knew. Grey Eagle then took hold of the lance, and holding it high in the air, he began to speak aloud as if speaking to the wind: "I am Grey Eagle, last of the Great Lakota War Chiefs. Now I have earned the title - warrior! I shall restore the greatness of the Indian Nations!”


Grey Eagle kept his plans quiet in his heart for a while, indicating only that he desired a meeting of the inter-tribal confederation, to be accompanied by as many of the Indian Peoples as could travel to the appointed location. But Grey Eagle was not idle, for he had gained permission from the Park Service to hold the meeting at none other place than the Little Big Horn Battlefield. There must have been several hundred thousand people present that day, both standing and seated upon the ground on the low sloping section of the battlefield. There was a gathering of tribal leaders from many of the Indian Nations at the top of the hill, Sioux, Blackfoot, Apache and Cherokee, just to name a few.


Everyone waited, and the crowd was so large, even the park service expressed concerns. But Grey Eagle, their hero, had called the meeting, the day was beautiful, and a cool breeze blew across the Black Hills. When the time finally came for him to make his appearance, he was seen riding over the ridge, as if descending out of a misty cloud. Grey Eagle - Indian War Chief and now Chief of all the Indian Nations! It was obvious to everyone who had gathered together that day, he was not robed in a modern replica or look-alike costume, but in the real and legitimate robes of a powerful Lakota Sioux War Chief. He held the warrior's lance in his right hand, held high and proud, as he rode upward toward the top of the ridge. Pausing before the assembled tribal leaders, he threw down the lance given to him by the Great Indian Warrior Spirit, so that it stuck in the ground before them; "Here is my answer," he said. "I am Grey Eagle, Chief of all the
Indian Nations and last of the great Lakota War Chiefs.”


This day the Indian Nations are restored to their ancient ways, and will be taught and governed by Chief Grey Eagle, who shall unite all the tribes of the Indian Nations, and restore their honor. "You shall speak these words to all the Indian Peoples! Let any man who thinks otherwise step forward and defend his claim according to our ancient customs." About then, a uniformed Park Ranger stepped forward, as if to take some kind of action. A Blackfoot Indian Warrior held out his arm to stop him: "I wouldn't do anything, if I were you." The Park Ranger quietly and without comment, stepped back into his place. The deed was done and history would record this moment as the time of honor and renewal of all the Indian Peoples.


Never had any man spoken such words of power, not since the days when the Lakota Sioux were as the blades of grass that spread across the Black Hills. Never had any among our people heard such words, and given them with such authority. About that time an elderly Indian lady, well past 80 years of age, walked slowly up the ridge and stood before Chief Grey Eagle, looking up at him with tears streaming down her face. "I have waited for you Chief Grey Eagle, since the days of my youth, when they laughed at me saying; the great days are over. But you are here and now, it is time for me to depart in peace, for my life is fulfilled." The elderly lady slumped to the ground and died, there before Chief Grey Eagle, with a smile upon her face! Thus was born the last of the Great Indian War Chiefs, and greatest among the Lakota Sioux. And a leader of all the Indian Nations! The years of servitude and domination by the 'White Eyes' have come to an
end!
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Listen to the Elders

Posted on Sep 30th, 2009 by LittleDove :  Truth,   Love,spiritual messenger LittleDove
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We need to listen to our Elders before it is too late
Silence is the lie of the good man or the coward.
It is seeing something you don't like and not speaking.
 
They say that perhaps it is not by love, but by blood, that land is bought.
They say that perhaps my people had to die to nourish this earth with their truth.
Your people did not have ears to hear.

Perhaps we had to return to the earth so that we could grow within your hearts.
Perhaps we have come back and will fill the hills and valleys with our song.
 
My people have done well.
You have tried to take everything away from us, but we have survived.
We have lived with you pushing against us for five hundred years.
We will live with you pushing against us for five hundred more.
 
There are spirits to help you. There are spirits to help us all. If only your people would learn to listen to them, to go into the sunlight and give thanks for the day, they would find them. Then they would not be so quick to do harm, or so able to rest at night when they spent the day working only for themselves.
 
The earth is deep, and its knowledge is great. Listen to the stones, and listen to the wind. Do what you must do to find the voices that will speak to you. They are there. They are calling. Do what you must do to find them, and share their words.
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Do you believe in guides or angels?

Posted on Sep 29th, 2009 by LittleDove :  Truth,   Love,spiritual messenger LittleDove
This is in Response to the Questions and Reflections for September 29, 2009:

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The tenderest moments with Spirit will begin as soon as we come into the light of our own souls because this is where we will find our deepest passion, our most comfort, and the greatest love of our heart.  When we listen, the angels teach us about knowledge and ignorance and what seperates them... they teach us about the dance of life and the stillness of Being... they teach us about the end of all journeys and the beginning of one true journey.

Angels and guides have always been with us since the beginning of time, in every time and in every culture. Many people from all walks of life have received messeges of every kind from various sources. There have been those people who have had angelic visitations or have been visited by their spirit guides or loved ones.  The true role of our Guides and Angels is to help us grow and transform those parts of ourselves that need healing. They see things from a totally different perspective than we do. While we judge something as being "good" or "bad", ore Guides and Angels discern things in terms of precious golden opportunities for us to heal aspects of our anger, fear, and pain, and transform it into something positive.  They highlight  the growth opportunities in our lives.  We each have our own Guides and Angels that have been assigned to us, and they have their own unique skills and/or roles that contribute to their guardianship of us. When our Guides and Angels have messages for us they have numerous ways of getting their messages across.  My Guides and Angels have played a very active roll in my life since I was about 3 yrs old. They have been with me and helped me survive many traumatic events as well as to celebrate the happy times. When they have a message to convey,their voices come to me very clearly on the gentle winds. There are times when they will send a hawk or eagle to inform me that I must pay attention to the world around me and that a message is forthcoming. They also show me signs and many other symbols such as a rainbow in the night sky or a starburst of doves. A message can also be music that I hear ... even when there is no music playing or in the fresh scent of flowers when there are no flowers around. I see things in signs and symbols according to how they have trained me over the course of my journey.
At times I will hear someone call my name, but yet, no one else is there but me. Or I feel a presence or perhaps a gentle touch or a loving hug when I need it the most.  Yes indeed I do believe in Spirit guides and Angels.

Sharon Littledove (c) 2009 
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PLEASE HELP SAVE THE SACRED WHITE BUFFALO

Posted on Aug 14th, 2009 by LittleDove :  Truth,   Love,spiritual messenger LittleDove
 Urgent Request... Please Help save the sacred White Buffalo and the Black Buffalo .  A very sad day is coming, The Woodland Zoo in Farmington PA is about to be sold and the Buffalo will be either sold or auctioned off ...Woodland_Zoo__Farmington_Pa.2.JPG
  TO HELP PLEASE GO TO www.originalwisdom.com

At the small Woodland Zoo in Farmington, PA, on November 12, 2006, a prophecy was born, a living piece of a legend central to many Native spiritualities. It took the form of a buffalo calf that emerged into the world completely white, a one-in-ten-million occurrence that becomes even more miraculous when considering the scarcity of buffalo today. The Woodland Zoo, like the several other places where white, non-albino buffalo have been born in recent years, became a site of pilgrimage for throngs of visitors. The white buffalo calf holds enormous sacredness to many Native American tribes, but many of us who are not from Native cultures have felt drawn into its aura as well. We go to look, to wonder, to pay respect, to find out if it just might have a message for us-and perhaps to marvel that the very animal our society has taken such great lengths to conquer has brought forth a message with the power to save our society from itself. In Lakota spirituality, our survival as a people depends on believing in and heeding the white buffalo's sacred message, which urges us to live the understanding that all living beings are linked and interdependent.


"It has come to speak to you...and it's telling you something here...you have to listen," says Lakota Sundance chief and medicine man David Swallow, Jr. "It's not an Indian thing; it's for humanity." On April 14, 2007, Swallow spoke to a crowd of people at the Woodland Zoo, a surprisingly large crowd considering the out-of-the-way location and the cold, persistent rain. Many of us seemed to sense the urgency of Swallow's message. He spoke of how the white buffalo has long been sacred to the Lakota and other Plains tribes such as the Kiowa, Apache, Cheyenne, Hadatsa, Pawnee, and other Siouxan tribes, whose existence depended on the herds of buffalo that darkened the land before the days of the transcontinental railroad. A white buffalo carries a message to the people to whom it appears, warning them that hard times, such as an epidemic of disease, will be arriving unless the people examine the way they've been living and learn to live in a way that is better for all.


In a sense, Swallow lives a life parallel to that of the white buffalo. Like the buffalo, his people have been forced onto reservations by a culture attempting to subjugate them. Acknowledging the similarity of their positions, Swallow states, "They don't want us to go hunting, or go around in our own land...same thing with the white buffalo....That's called captive." Like the white buffalo, which is believed to have come willingly to the particular place where it was born, Swallow also has dedicated himself to spreading the message that we must dramatically change our ways, and soon, throughout America.
When the white buffalo appears to the Lakota, says Swallow, a young man will kill it with a bow and arrow, and then he distributes the meat to everyone-"to the handicapped, the sick, or the old people," he emphasizes. Within four days the hide is cured and tanned, and the holy man writes sacred symbols on it. Then, Swallow continues, the chief and holy man of the tribe would take the hide to the Black Hills as an offering to the Great Spirit so hard times would pass over the people. "But today, we cannot do it," he says. "That's why the Thunder People, the Thunder Nation, has took the other white buffalo; lightening striked and killed it," he says of the white buffalo Miracle's Second Chance in Janesville, Wisconsin.


Anticipating the Westerner's perception of the white buffalo ceremony, Swallow explains, "I think the English word ‘sacrifice' is wrong...it's about giving. You give it." Just as the white buffalo gives herself to the people, he says, a medicine man "must give it to the people, so the people will be receiving life." When white buffalo appear, Swallow says, they come willingly, and "they know what to do." The belief that the white buffalo has given its life willingly fosters an intense bond between the Lakota and the buffalo.


The tribes of the Great Plains have traditionally shared a profound bond with all of the buffalo they depended on for survival. Like their relationship with the rest of the Earth, this relationship merges what Westerners think of as separate "physical" and "spiritual" worlds into one. The English language affords us no adequate way to describe this holistic way of life; we can only strive to intuit such a way of being in the world. Buffalo were central to the lives of the Great Plains tribes, used for food, clothing, tools, and other purposes. Hunting, to these cultures, is never mere sport; it is done out of necessity and with the utmost respect and gratitude. "Hunting is a spiritual thing," says Swallow. "You never go hunting and just mount the head on the wall...you use every part of it." He adds that the Lakota have always held a ceremony the night before a hunt, "because nothing belongs to us; it all belongs to the Great Spirit...through ceremony, we must ask permission from this four-legged."


The white buffalo calf, named Kenahkihinén (Kĕ-Nah‛-Ki-Nĕn), which means "Watch Over Us" in the Lenape language, is believed to have already accepted this role and to have chosen the place where its message was needed most. As Swallow points out, it was born in a public place, a place that many non-Native people frequent. It chose the people to whom it should appear, he says. Earlier, it had begun appearing to the Lakota as a sign that the indigenous peoples needed to unite and to stand up for their common values. "It doesn't come to us no more," Swallow notes. "It comes to the farmer, to the rancher," and to public places such as the Woodland Zoo. As Lakota speaker Gary Christensen added after Swallow's talk, "In a short time, so many of these sacred animals have come to visit and bring a message," bringing the prophecy to parts of American society that may not have had exposure to such beliefs. Before 1993 no white buffalo had been born for sixty years, while more than ten white buffalo have been born since 1993, bringing their message to various regions of the country.


The story of the white buffalo's message, Swallow says, is for all of us. Lakota beliefs have remained strong despite many years of oppression, and now the Lakota are sharing their ways with other tribes, such as some eastern woodlands tribes, that may have lost some of their own ways-and with others who are willing to listen. "All the tribes now are believing...we invited them to learn our ways," says Swallow. The act of sharing sacred stories between cultures is a profound gesture of friendship that we too should accept, and learn from, with gratitude.


In his talk, Swallow also shared the story of the White Buffalo Calf Woman, which has immense importance to the Lakota and many other tribes. In this story, a woman comes to the Lakota from the spirit world, bringing them their sacred pipe and the ceremony in which they use it as well as knowledge about how to live. She promised she would return in time of need, and upon leaving, she transformed into a buffalo, changing colors several times (like some white buffalo do as they age), finally becoming white. As Lakota medicine man John Lame Deer says in a version of this story, "A white buffalo is the most sacred living thing you could ever encounter." The changing colors have significance too, says Swallow, which must be interpreted by a holy man.


The telling of a story from one culture to another is complex; without living in the culture, we miss much of the story's significance. However, it can still have meaning for us if we take the time to learn about the philosophy of the culture from which it came, perhaps meditating or reflecting on its place in our own lives. By taking a deeper look at a story shared from another culture, we can allow it to develop our personal philosophy, and even those of us who already strive to live in a holistic way may find still greater ways for personal growth.


To change our world, we must change our cultural philosophies on living, and it is crucial that we continue to examine the way we interact with our world so we can more closely follow the buffalo's message. Swallow offers further advice on the ways we should enact change: "Clean the air, the rivers. Make less laws. That's the beginning. Everything that's natural, all over the world, has a spirit, and they want to live. And they're happy when they're used in the right way." We should never kill other creatures needlessly, he continues. "In your language they call it murder, even though it's a monkey, even though it's a snake. Have respect for nature. Learn from indigenous cultures...they have valuable information. Very soon, we're [all] going to need it." And of course, we in this region should spread this message to others and live as examples of it, living as equals with the other forms of life that share our world. After all, the white buffalo chose us to share its message with our society.


Being aware of the white buffalo's message is not enough-we must live it everyday. We should live under the philosophy, says Swallow, that our fellow animals do not belong to us; that we should use other animals only as necessary, and with the greatest respect and appreciation. We use other animals in our daily lives, so this message certainly gives us much to consider. By educating ourselves about whether we might be using products from companies that test on animals, and by knowing how all of the products we buy affect humans and other animals as well as the environment, we can live in a more spiritual way. Native cultures have always integrated spirituality into every aspect of life; they live the philosophies they believe in, and so can the rest of us. Often our circumstances make this difficult; we may have to remind ourselves to feel respect and gratitude toward the animals we consume, for instance, because we usually do not see them while they are alive. By seeing them as more than slabs of meat, and by allowing them a more respectful death, we might improve our own spiritual wellness. "When the white man begins to play the role of God," as Swallow says, "he destroys the spirit of those he's raised." Chief Arvol Looking Horse raises this point in White Buffalo Teachings, saying, "I remember the Elders spoke of the danger in the construction of dams stopping the natural flow of rivers, which we understand as Mother Earth's arteries." Looking Horse is the 19th Generation Keeper of the White Buffalo Calf Woman Pipe, and he has been outspoken about the message of the several recent white buffalo.


Swallow asserts that we should question our leaders when they are not following such a philosophy, and should demand that our government make wiser choices. A leader shouldn't own everything, he says. A leader should care for the people, and honor what belongs to them. "This whole Turtle Island America needs to wake up," he states. "They really need to wake up and put their feet down, because America's voice is the authority, and their needs [are] the power...."


John Tarnesse, a Sundance Chief of the Eastern Shoshone tribe, says of the buffalo, "They were holistic in their migrations. They made everything become greener where they passed. When they walked the earth, it was like they plowed the earth and then fertilized it." How beautiful our world would be if we learned to walk as the buffalo do-and perhaps we will know we've succeeded if we once again see them roaming free, because in more ways than one, the buffalo have always been the measure of our society's spiritual health.


As Chief Arvol Looking Horse says, "Our Prophecies tell us that we are at the Crossroads. We face chaos, disaster, and endless tears from our relatives' eyes-or we can unite spiritually in peace and harmony. It's time to bring the Message of the urgent need for Peace, of creating an energy shift throughout the world." The white buffalo is a warning, agrees David Swallow, but also a chance. Together, we should focus our energy on the peaceful, healthy, harmonious world that the buffalo is urging us to create. Looking Horse suggests we might congregate at our Sacred Sites, wherever they may be, to help in this energy shift. He emphasizes, "On your decision-yes, on your own personal decision-depends the fate of the World."


Sidebar: White Animals in Western Culture


In Western culture, we have often attributed a special significance to white animals also, but we do not usually talk about why. White animals, perhaps at least in part because of their rarity, have historically been something to kill or capture in Western culture, but in stories, poems, ballads, and legends from medieval times onward, they are often portrayed as phantoms, or as having a linkage to the spiritual realm (often in the form of deer). In a North Carolina legend, the ghost of Virginia Dare haunts the forests of Roanoke Island in the form of a white doe, and in later stories such as The Chronicles of Narnia and The Hobbit, white deer also appear. In the Western mind, white animals often seem to unite what we typically think of as separate physical and spiritual realms, embodying oneness of the physical and spiritual. Our perceptions of white animals seem to have historically inspired fear and uncertainty, as this "oneness" tends to make us uncomfortable. Perhaps we just revel in frightening ourselves, or perhaps something in us gravitates toward white animals for their sacredness even though our conscious minds are not prepared to accept it. In either case, they remain a notable part of our literature and folklore.
Melanie Martin



 
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The White Buffalo Speaks, A True Story (Posted with permission)

Posted on Aug 14th, 2009 by LittleDove :  Truth,   Love,spiritual messenger LittleDove
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"The path is this way, through that door," the attendant at the Woodland Zoo pointed out.

As I walked out, a woman with golden hair was taking off her sandals and beginning the journey up the path as well, slowly, as if walking with Grace up a mountain, as the hills and trees formed a lush cocoon around her, with nothing to keep her soles from the Earth.

There seemed to be a connection between her and this place, as if the spirit of the forest was making way for the lace-white skirt and black-topped Presence, a relationship of respect, though it was hard to figure out why I felt that.

I noticed how she stopped at each of the animals and greeted them with a childlike innocence that the Himalayan bears and cockatoos responded to, putting on a show for her.  It looked like their connection with her heart had for a moment set their hearts free from the cages they were imprisoned in.

She seemed to be in a solemn procession, I thought.  The monkey, kangaroos, lemurs, animals from around the world stopped and made eye-contact.

It was late in the day, but for some reason there was no one there.  A silence between her and our forest relatives, not to be disturbed, as the clouds formed thick and dark coming over the mountains close by.

Two teepees came into view in the open space between the wolves and the deer.  One had beautiful markings of the buffalo on it, the other plain white, standing taller. 

She had descended slowly, carefully, down the hill's path, unhurried, as if time did not exist.  Crows in the trees seemed to beckon her on, forward, as if this world and the next were close together, as One in this moment.

A beautiful, white female elk was resting in her pen.  She turned toward her and their eyes seemed to pierce each others.  The expression on the woman's face made me wonder what she was hearing.  The expression on the elk, so quiet and at peace, said ‘yes, yes' to her, but why?

Next to the white elk there were two pens with an opening between them.  One had antelope in it, so prevalent in the West, and above the empty pen was the word ‘Buffalo.'

There was a slight look of dismay upon the woman's face, as if to say ‘where are they?'  But there was no sign of life, just a shelter whose opening was pointing away from view.

Behind her were the teepees, and fastened to the fence were countless prayer-ties that Natives had left.  This was the home of the Sacred White Buffalo, one of three that legend said would be born.

The sky was now starting to darken with an impending storm.  The man she was with leaned over the fence and took out a cigarette, carefully unfolding the tobacco, as if saying a prayer as the Wind took the shredded leaves as offering to the Great Spirit, Mother Earth, and the Sacred White.

The woman took some tobacco and gently knelt down to give her offering, inside the wires that separated her from the space she wished to be a part of.

A calm came upon her, her head bowing, her white skirt dressing the soil around her.  A few moments passed, a yearning emanating from her.  With a second of searching within herself, she suddenly found what her heart needed.  Gently she removed a beautiful stone bracelet from her wrist, something that obviously meant something to her, and she placed it inside the fence, as if magically connecting with all the prayer-ties slowly moving in the breeze.

She prayed to the Virgin Mary, the beads of the bracelet given to the Earth bonding the Sacred connection between woman and soil.

A few drops of rain began, and then a lightning bolt in the distance.

Suddenly the head of a black buffalo calf showed itself and began walking toward her.  Then, following, the fully grown white buffalo emerge.

The black calf slowly approached the fence, within the silence, as if every bird, animal and tree had stopped to watch something sacred.

The calf stopped and bowed its head three times to the woman.  The black buffalo calf, the color of the third calf transformation by the Legend that brought the Peace Pipe to the People, before vanishing into the herd 2000 years ago.

The calf's countenance was not rushed, but wanted the Moment known to her.  His head bowed as he stood before her, as if he knew what he was doing, that this was the Moment, and he was the chosen child of the Buffalo to bestow an honor, an acknowledgment, a recognition, the buffalo representing all our relations of the Earth in that space without time.

Then he moved on, and the fully grown White Buffalo moved toward the woman.  He too stopped, facing her, and with the same grace as the calf bowed his head three times to her, in slow, deliberate manner.

Her arm reached out, over the fence toward the legendary coat of white, standing so tall and powerful, as if just groomed by the Heavens, with his large black eyes of Eternity gazing upon her, into her, as her head tilted to rest on her outstretched arm, mimicking the movements of the buffalo's own.

He moved closer to his fence and began rubbing against a post, not roughly, but as if to say ‘if I could be nearer to you, let my affection for your heart brush together as One, gentle spirit of mine.'

The smile on her face was that of a child that lit up all the world around her, her beam of light becoming One with the gleaming White, two spirits joining, recognizing each other.

She had known deep suffering and loss in her life, but in that moment it seemed all so frivolous, as if its drapery just slid right off of her.  She had borne so much, but her heart had remained pure and true to the Love that she knew was the essence and Truth of all Reality. 

The White Buffalo, with his eyes not blinking, seemed to speak to her.  ‘Yes, I know of your suffering, and I honor you.'  As if her suffering was that of the whole Earth, all that was living within Her bosom.  The woman had stood fast, despite everything, her heart never wavered, no matter the trials and tests.  The white bison's Presence told her he recognized all that she had been through.   And he honored her.  And the silence of all Creation around her solemnly did the same.

The buffalo stayed in the Moment with her for the longest time, until she knew that he was there for her, to tell her something, that she already knew, but that she needed to hear, from the White Buffalo himself.

But it was between her and him, that Moment.  The Words seemed to echo from him.  ‘It is so, it is so.'  She was Peace.  Her Light beamed from her.  Her Love became All. 

The calf had come to bow to her.   The White Buffalo was no longer a calf.  The White Buffalo had grown, like the heart tested beyond what any normal person could stand, and now she had Become.

At the moment when the Sacred White moved slowly on, the Heavens opened and a shower of rain poured down upon her, as if the past was washed away, and all that remained was the purity of her heart, who She was, that nothing in life could soil, for Her Heart was Eternal.

Her eyes were sky blue.  She was of the Earth as her spirit touched the Sacred White.  The Sky opened up, and Heaven and Earth became One.

Legend says that three white buffalo would be born.

Lightning shimmered in the Sky.

The Great Spirit had Spoken.


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Gray Owl © 2009
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What do you want from beauty?

Posted on Aug 13th, 2009 by LittleDove :  Truth,   Love,spiritual messenger LittleDove
This is in Response to the Questions and Reflections for August 13, 2009:

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I want to live in it , above me, below me, and to all sides of me and I want to share it with others...
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The Wooden Bowl

Posted on Jul 26th, 2009 by LittleDove :  Truth,   Love,spiritual messenger LittleDove
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The Wooden Bowl

I guarantee you will remember the tale of the  Wooden Bowl

tomorrow, a week from now, a month from now, a year from now.



A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year
- old grandson.


The old man's hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered.



 


The family ate together at the table. But the elderly grandfather's shaky hands and


failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor.


When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.

The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess.
 'We must do something about father,' said the son.


'I've had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor.'

So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner.


There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner.


Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl.

When the family glanced in Grandfather's direction, sometimes he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone.


Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped  a fork or spilled food.

The four-year-old watched it all in silence.



One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor.


He asked the child sweetly, 'What are you making?' Just as sweetly, the boy responded,


'Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow up.
 ' The four-year-old smiled and  went back to work.

The words so struck the parents so that they were speechless.


Then tears started to stream down their cheeks.


Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done.

That evening the husband took Grandfather's hand and  gently  led him back to the family table.


For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason,


neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.

On a positive note, I've learned that, no matter what happens,


how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.

I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles four things:


a rainy day, the elderly, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.

I've learned that, regardless of your relationship with your parents,


you'll miss them when they're gone from your life.

I've learned that making a 'living' is not the same thing as making a 'life..'

I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance.

I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands.


You need to be able to throw something back



I've learned that if you pursue happiness, it will elude you


But,  if you focus on your family, your friends, the needs of others, 


your work and doing the very best you can, happiness will find you

I've learned that whenever I decide  something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision.

I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one.

I've learned that every day, you should reach out and touch someone.

People love that human touch -- holding hands, a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back.

I've learned that I still have a lot to learn.

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When These Two Become One

Posted on Jul 13th, 2009 by LittleDove :  Truth,   Love,spiritual messenger LittleDove
Greg Braden - Union of Thought and Emotion

                                                 When these two become one...
                                                       You can move mountains.
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A rite of passage

Posted on Jul 7th, 2009 by LittleDove :  Truth,   Love,spiritual messenger LittleDove
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This is the legend of the cherokee Indian youths' rite of passage. It is said a young boys' father would take him out into the woods blindfolded and would leave him there throughout the night. The boy is required to sit on a stump in the woods throughout the night and is not to remove his blindfold until the rays of the sun shines through it. The young boy is all by himself and he can not cry out for help to anyone. Once he survives the night he has become a MAN. He must not share his experience with any of the other boys for each one must have their own experiences and each one must come into his own manhood. The young boy is terrified. He hears all kinds of noises in the night and the beasts are all around him. He is afraid that even some human will hurt him. The wind begins to blow the grass beneath him and it shakes the stump  that he sits upon. But, He sits there stoically, never removing the blindfold. It is the only way he can become a man. Hours and hours pass and finally his horror ends. The night sounds disappear and he feels the warmth of the sun upon his chilled and aching skin. It is then that he realizes the morning has come. He has made it through the night. He removes his blindfold. It is then that he sees his father sitting upon the stump next to him. His father had been sitting there with him the entire night lovingly watching over and protecting him.   We, like the young boy,are never alone... Even when we do not know it, Our father is protecting us.  He is sitting on the stump beside us.  All we have to do is take off our blindfolds. 
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Love for an Eternity

Posted on Jun 9th, 2009 by LittleDove :  Truth,   Love,spiritual messenger LittleDove
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A voice in my dreams speaks of love for an eternity.   It echoes in the night of loves' pureness and simplicity.  It comes at a time when pain springs forth from the earth.  I have become one with the silver moonlit sky, and the stars in the Heavens outshine all that I once knew.  They shine, while pearl white doves fly free circling high above in the open sky.   Although, I am here all alone the shades of grey are cast to the sky and my fear and sorrows are chased away.  It is in the deepest part of the night that I learn,  I am finally free.  And I am now one with the earth and all the beauty she holds. And  as I sit alone with light of the silver moon in my eyes, I dream of the voice that speaks of the echoes of love.  A love for an eternity. As I wake to the morning's first light, of gray clouds turn to pink, the Dawn Speaks of a deep peace within, after the storms of the path have renewed the spirit, and the simplicity of All resonates in the Silence. 
Even though I am alone, the trees sing to me of the mountain's waters flowing in the brook to the sea, where time and space no longer matter, only the Peace within, the Silence in the Peace, a strength I have never known.
And in the echoes of that strength of simple Peace, the eternal love breathes, the Earth heals from Her woundings, re-writing Who She really is, life and love as One.
And I recognize Her, as I recognize the stars, the clouds, and the Sun's Golden rays, dancing with my true heart, in Peace, as One.
And the Voice is Silent, but makes itself Known.  Love can only grow in Peace.  And the only true strength is Peace, Silent, accepting, an embrace of hearts as a memory of two drift off to sleep, at one with each other, in Peace and Love, and all is healed in joy, for eternity.  
Sharon Littledove (c) 2009 Spirit Warrior (c) 2009
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