Ska:'Noh(Hello) from a Spirit Messenger

Wetiko - The Central Problem of Human Life Today

2021-12-19T12:08:00.000-05:00

An Indian who is as bad as the white men could not live in our nation; he would be put to death, and . . . [be eaten] up by the wolves. The white men are bad schoolmasters; they carry false looks, and deal in false actions; they smile in the face of the poor Indian to cheat him; they shake them by the hand to gain their confidence, to make them drunk, to deceive them, and ruin our wives. We told them to let us alone; but they followed on and beset our paths, and they coiled themselves among us like the snake. They poisoned us by their touch. We were not safe. We lived in danger. We were becoming like them, hypocrites and liars, adulterers, lazy drones, all talkers, and no workers.

As for baptizing Indians and Negroes, several of the [white] people disapprove of it, because they say it often makes them proud, and not so good servants: but these, and such objections, are easily refuted . . . for Christianity encourages and orders them to become more humble and better servants, and not worse, than when they were heathens.

FOR SEVERAL thousands of years human beings have suffered from a plague, a disease worse than leprosy, a sickness worse than malaria, a malady much more terrible than smallpox. A woman is attacked by men who brutally rape her and leave her for dead. Indians are murdered in order to force impoverished mixed-Indians to gather rubber in the forest under conditions that doom the rubber-hunters themselves to miserable deaths. Small countries are invaded so that an entire people and their resources can be exploited. Human beings of all colors are seized or ensnared in debts, and are forced to live out their brief lives as slaves or serfs. Boys are raised to obey orders and serve as cannon-fodder, while girls are raised to give their children over to armies, factories or plantations. People and other living creatures are tortured in the most fiendish ways imaginable.

The “cult of aggression and violence” reigns supreme, and the prisons and insane asylums are full to bursting. Imperialism, colonialism, torture, enslavement, conquest, brutality, lying, cheating, secret police, greed, rape, terrorism—they are only words until we are touched by them. Then they are no longer words, but become a vicious reality that overwhelms, consumes and changes our lives forever.

This is the disease, then, with which I hope to deal—the disease of aggression against other living things and, more precisely, the disease of the consuming of other creatures’ lives and possessions. I call it cannibalism, and I shall try to explain why. But whatever we call it, this disease, this wétiko (cannibal) psychosis, is the greatest epidemic sickness known to man. The rape of a woman, the rape of a land, and the rape of a people, they are all the same. And they are the same as the rape of the earth, the rape of the rivers, the rape of the forest, the rape of the air, the rape of the animals. Brutality knows no boundaries. Greed knows no limits. Perversion knows no borders. Arrogance knows no frontiers. Deceit knows no edges. These characteristics all tend to push towards an extreme, always moving forward once the initial infection sets in. From the raping of a woman, to the raping of a country, to the raping of the world. Acts of aggression, of hate, of conquest, of empire-building. Harems of women and harems of people; houses of prostitution and houses of pimps.

Many centuries ago a Mexican (Aztec) father said to his son: Son of mine, jewel of mine, my rich quetzal plumage: You have arrived at life, you are born, the Creator and Owner has made you come to the world. The Creator conceived you, he formed you, he made you born, the One for whom all live . . . Very well: for a brief time you have come to contemplate things, you have come to go evolving, you have come to make a way in your person, you have come to grow . . .

What will be the plan of the One for whom all live? Will you perhaps attain a goal? Are you going to live on the earth? If only that you will grow peacefully and in sweet calm . . . Be very careful of lies and falseness: Such a way is not straight, upright, they are not good . . . Are you, perhaps, as an ear of corn, as a spike of grain, therefore releasing that which is in your inner being? Can you see that which you have inside yourself? Well harnessed, well guided, very recondite you are in your inner being, as in a chest or in a strong-box . . . If you live well, if you work as has been indicated, you will be very well respected and your life will serve as an example to others 1 . . .

Many people have examined the subjects of aggression, violence, imperialism, rape, and so on. I propose to do something a little different: first, I propose to examine these things from a Native American perspective; and, second, from a perspective as free as possible from assumptions created by the very disease being studied. Finally, I will look at these evils, not simply as “bad” choices that men make, but as a genuine, very real epidemic sickness. Imperialists, rapists and exploiters are not just people who have strayed down a wrong path. They are insane (unclean) in the true sense of that word. They are mentally ill and, tragically, the form of soul-sickness that they carry is catching. In many respects, the twentieth century has been the most disappointing period in modern human history.

We have witnessed the failure of the so-called “western democracies” to solve their most pressing internal problems, the failure of Marxist-Leninism to come to grips with the issues of bureaucracy, authoritarianism, and the self-interest of newly- empowered elites, the failure of so-called mass education, the failure of technology, the failure of organized religion, and the failure of the most highly-trained and “educated” generations of human beings in all of history to do more than paper over the great problems facing the world. We have witnessed devastating wars, the deaths of millions upon millions, the squandering of the earth’s resources, and the continuing exploitation of the smaller nationalities (especially of folk peoples) and of the politically weak in general.

The brutality and hypocrisy of the twentieth and twenty-first centuries would not be so frightening if, indeed, the leadership of the world were in the hands of uneducated soldiers (of the Idi Amin type) or of openly criminal elements. But by and large such is not the case. People like Idi Amin and Saddam Hussein could not stay in power without “technocrats” and trained civil servants who collect necessary revenues and maintain a structure of governance. Neither Joseph Stalin, Adolph Hitler, Huey Long, Ferdinand Marcos, nor Augusto Pinochet could govern without the active support or cooperation of many thousands of “educated ” experts, technicians and bureaucrats.

All of the modern secret police of the world depend upon well-trained personnel, scientific equipment, advanced social science studies of human behavior, and bureaucratic management systems (either pre-computer or post-computer). Even organized crime depends upon college-trained lawyers, administrators and executives, and upon the technology of modern society.

The people who rule the world today are, on the whole, highly educated (or at least highly trained). They are graduates of the “great” military schools or the elite universities of their respective countries. They have (by and large) “refined” tastes and cultivate the “finer” things of life (at least for public consumption). In spite of this, they have given us the most brutal epoch in history and, currently, a collection of military dictatorships, totalitarian societies, racist-exploitative “representative” republics and resource-gobbling states of such a nature as to lead one to predict that there may soon be very few places in the world where a nonaggressive person can survive except as a lackey or a slave.

The truth of the matter is that Harvard or Yale graduates, for example, are quite capable of lobbying for a “concession” of territory in Brazil, or Colombia, or Bolivia, the development of which causes the utter annihilation of thousands of Native Americans. Of course, the refined gentlemen will not personally order the liquidation of the First Americans, but they will set in motion a chain of events leading inevitably (under conditions current in South America) to the enslavement, removal and death of the indigenous tribes. “Education” of the kind we know in the modern world usually has little to do with ethics or with bringing forth the individual potential of the learner. On the contrary, it is largely technical in nature (whether in natural science, social science, or whatever) and seldom (in and of itself) serves to alter the class and ethnic “interests” of the graduates.

In any case, the wétiko disease, the sickness of exploitation, has been spreading as a contagion for the past several thousand years. And as a contagion unchecked by most vaccines it tends to become worse rather than better with time. More and more people catch it, in more and more places, and they become the true teachers of the young. Thus the youth in twentieth century societies are taught not primarily by underpaid public school teachers or “ivory-tower” professors, but by their parents, by movies, by television and the Internet, and in fact, by what they observe in the society. And this type of learning is often reinforced by the structure and content of school disciplines, such as history, that exalt the aggressive and the exploitative (Alexander the Great, Napoleon, Cecil Rhodes, James K. Polk, George Washington, and Thomas Jefferson, who was both a dedicated slave owner and an insatiable imperialist against Native Americans) and tend to categorize as “backward” or “uninteresting” persons who do not conquer others or acquire vast amounts of stolen property.

In any case, the great human problems of imperialism, colonialism, exploitation and greed have not been brought under control. Ask the Kurds, or the Tibetans, or the Bretons, or the Chechens, or the Ainu, or the Sioux, or the Inuit, or the Aché, or the Colla; or ask the migrant farm workers of the United States, or the rural Afro-Americans of the South, or the near slave-laborers of South Africa; or ask the often terrorized populations of Guatemala, Palestine, or El Salvador. And in the United States and other so-called “advanced” societies, billions upon billions of dollars are being spent on prisons and mental institutions, and still crime rates climb upward and more and more people go “crazy.”

On top of that, the pornography industry thrives and the fundamentalist Christian revival seems to go hand in hand with rape, child abuse, child pornography, sadism, and a hatred for women. Exploitation, in other words, is thriving. The exploitation of children, of love, of women, of old people, of the weak, of the poor and, of course, the intentional commercial exploitation of every conceivable thing, from the hair around women’s vaginal areas (as in Playboy, for example) to worry over natural body odors, to adolescent insecurity, to the fear of growing old, to thirst (for example, persuading people to drink liquid chemicals and sugar in place of water or natural beverages).

This is a no holds-barred modern society in which college graduates are expected to be willing to “give their all” to developing or selling a product, even if the product is harmful or worthless, where technicians are expected to kill and torture captive animals because they are ordered to do so by some government experimenter or paper-producing professor, and where the opportunities for being “one’s own boss” in a non-exploitative, non-crooked, or non-demeaning role are precious few indeed.

People who are concerned about violence, about the environment, about decency, and about human authenticity must have the means for analyzing the objective conditions which today surround us all. It is my hope that by enlarging upon the concept of the wétiko disease and by discussing its origin, epidemiology, and characteristics that I can be of some help to such people.

I will also try to present some ideas relating to antidotes for the disease, but I cannot pretend to have all of the answers for the most fundamental problem of human life. How to live in this life? is the real question we all face. All other subjects are insignificant when compared with this one. - Introduction, Columbus and Other Cannibals by Jack D. Forbes

Passing the Buck

2021-12-19T11:47:00.001-05:00

Some years ago a good man...came to us. He talked me out of my old faith; and after a while, thinking that he must know more of these matters than an ignorant Indian, I joined his church and became a Methodist. After a while, he went away, another man came and talked; and I became a Baptist; then another man came and talked and i became a Presbyterian. Now another one has come, and wants me to be an Episcopalian...all these people tell different stories, and each wants me to believe his special way is the only way to be good and save my soul. I have about made up my mind that either they all lie, or that they don't know any more about it than I did at the first

ONE The Genesis of the Universe and the Creation of Love

2021-12-19T11:38:00.000-05:00

IN THE 1940S and the 1950S, Leon Cadogan was able to publish certain accounts of the creation of the world, accounts carefully maintained by the Mbyá, a Guaraní-speaking group of Americans living in the area of Paraguay. The Mbyá had tenaciously resisted Spanish aggression and had retired into inaccessible areas in order to maintain the purity of their traditions. It is significant that in these ancient oral accounts, the Creator arises from the primordial nothingness (obscurity) as, essentially, Wisdom. This divine Wisdom then unfolds as a mental-like process, conceiving things by means of creative wisdom.

Significantly, many other Native Americans record this tradition of the mental nature of creation. The process of genesis is also evolutionary, a gradual unfolding of stages of creation. According to the ancient Mexicans, the original Creator, Ometeotl (TwoSpirit), encompassing, both male and female powers, arose in a similar way to Nande Ru of the Mbyá. Ometeotl is also known as Yohualli-ehecatl (Invisible Night Air-Wind), Ipalnemohuani (The One Through Whom One Lives), Moyocoyani (He Who Invents or Gives Existence of Himself) and Moyucoyatzin ayac oquiyocux, ayac oquipic (He who is created by no one else but himself but who himself, by his own authority and will, does everything). The verb yucoya means “to invent” or “to create mentally.” This is a very significant concept, since it means that the universe is created through a mental, or thought, process. As Miguel León-Portilla has noted, “ . . . he holds the entire universe, which is, to the eyes of man, ‘like a marvelous dream.’” The Uitoto people of present-day Colombia hold that “in the beginning, the word gave origin to the Father.” They go on to say, A phantasm, nothing else existed in the beginning; the Father touched an illusion; he grasped something mysterious. Nothing existed.

Through the agency of a dream our Father Naimuena kept the mirage to his body. And he pondered long and thought deeply . . . Then he seized the mirage bottom and stamped upon it repeatedly, sitting down at last on his dreamed earth. The Mbyá record that the Absolute, Nande Ru, actualized himself (itself) in the midst of the primordial obscurity. He later created human speech, love of humankind, and a sacred hymn. Four male powers and their female counterparts then became the Creator’s first companions and the world gradually unfolded thereafter. Namandu, the Sun-Spirit, was also caused to appear very early and he became one of the four powers. Namandu seems to appear with el Colibri (Hummingbird) as direct unfoldings of the Absolute, as the Absolute assumes self-sustenance. The human lenguaje (language) created by Nande Ru constituted the future essence of the souls given to humans, an essence participating in the Creator’s divinity. Love of one’s fellows and a sacred song (hymn) constitute other fundamental essentials for the unfolding of the world.

Now I would like to present some brief portions of the early part of the story of genesis as presented by the Mbyá: Our First Father, the Absolute, arose in the midst of the original obscurities. The divine soles of the feet, the small round seat, in the midst of the original obscurities, he created them, in the course of his evolution. The reflection of the divine seeing-wisdom, the divine hearing of all things, the divine palms of the hand with the staff and sign, the divine palms of the hands with the flowering branches, Namandu created them in the course of his evolution in the midst of the original obscurities. From the divine little sublime crown the flowers of adornment of feathers were drops of dew.

For in the midst of the flowers of the divine adornment of feathers the original bird, Hummingbird, flew fluttering. In the meantime our First Father created, in the course of his evolution, his divine body, existing in the midst of the original winds; before having conceived his future firmament, his future terrain which originally arose, the Hummingbird used to refresh the mouth; he who, sustained Namandu with products of paradise was the Hummingbird. [Hummingbird was the Creator himself, actualized as the first bird, in the act of self-sustainment.]

Our Father Namandu, the First, before having created his future paradise In the course of his evolution, He did not see obscurities: although the Sun still was not shining, He existed illuminated by the reflection of his own heart such that, it served as the sun, the wisdom contained within his own divinity . . .

Having conceived the origin of the future human speech, from the wisdom contained in his own divinity, and in virtue of his creative knowledge He conceived the foundation of love of one’s fellow man, Before the existence of the Earth, in the midst of the original obscurities, before having knowledge of things, and in virtue of his creative knowledge, He conceived the origin of love . . . Having created, in his aloneness, the foundation of human speech; having created, in his aloneness, a small portion of love; having created, in his aloneness, a short sacred hymn, He reflected deeply over whom should participate in the foundation of human speech; over whom to make participate in the small portion of love; over whom to make participate with the series of words comprising the sacred hymn. Having reflected profoundly, with the wisdom contained in his own divinity, and in virtue of his creative knowledge, He thought who would be companions of his divinity . . .

By having them assimilate the divine wisdom of their own First Father; after having assimilated the human speech; after having been inspired in the love of one’s fellows; after having assimilated the series of words of the sacred hymn; after having been inspired in the fundamentals of the creative knowledge, to them also we call the sublime true fathers of the word-souls; sublime true mothers of the word-souls.

SEVERAL THINGS are very significant about the Mbyá tradition, aside from its profound beauty and vital relevance to “scientific” views of evolution. First, the sacredness of human speech must be noted along with its importance in sacred songs as a means of direct communication with the Creator and the Spirit-World. Second, that human speech constitutes part of the essence of our souls (with great implications for the sacred nature of ideas and speech as a core part of our very humanity and the importance of not using words abusively or for evil purpose). Most significant of all, for our present purpose, is the early creation of the principle of love for human beings. Love, in short, did not arise by chance at a late stage of evolution, but rather was created as an essential attribute of the Universe prior to the existence of humans.

The creator gave rise to Spirit-Powers and to humans, in part, to actualize the Idea of Love already created as a fundamental principle. The Universe was born in Love. Then how is it that today we see so much hate? Are we all simply “sinners” forever because an early ancestor disobeyed a command of God? I will argue that sane, mentally healthy human beings continue to follow the principle of love of their fellow living-kind, while exploiters are insane, that is, mentally ill persons. In short, the Creator has given all of us good paths to follow, based upon good speech, love and sacred songs.

The mentally well person is one who is still on such a path. The “norm” for humanity is love. Brutality is an aberration. We are not sinners by nature. We learn to be bad. We are taught to stray from our good paths. We are made to be crazy by other people who are also crazy and who draw for us a map of the world which is ugly, negative, fearful and crazy. We do not have to be cannibals, consuming each other! The Creator and our ancestors have given us other ways of living. As the late Nichidatsu Fujii, leader of the Buddhist Nihonzan Myohoji Temple and participant in the Native American Longest Walk of 1978, says, “Civilization does not mean electric lights being installed. It does not mean introducing atomic bombs, either. Civilization means not killing people.” - Columbus and Other Cannibals by Jack D. Forbes

A voice in the wilderness

2011-08-31T10:32:00.000-04:00

"A voice cries out, “In the wilderness clear a way for the Lord; construct in the desert a road for our God." Isaiah 40:3

In the wilderness there is no one who can hear you, in the phrase "the voice of one crying in the wilderness" there is no one who will listen. John the Baptist is the person referred to here, and he complains that, although he is preaching of the coming of the Lord, no one (or few) will pay attention. It is the same today in the 21st century concerning the second coming of the Lord.

Where Fairies Fear to Tread

2011-06-13T09:43:00.000-04:00

"All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king."

- the Fellowship of the Ring

by JRR Tolkien

This Kind of Love

2011-05-23T13:04:00.001-04:00

You speak to me through a broken window
You are alive in an old oak tree
You hold me close when the winter wind blows
I hear your footsteps on the street

I feel your prsence in the early mornin'
I dream of you in the darkest nite
You call to me without a warning
I see your face in the fires lite

This kind of love you cannot hold
This kind of love it has no shame
This kind of love is never old
This kind of love you cannot hold
This kind of love you cannot tame

You found a way through all my secrets
And made my proud defences fall
This kind of love it has no distance
This kind of love it knows no walls

This kind of love you cannot hold
This kind of love it has no shame
This kind of love is never old
This kind of love you cannot hold

This kind of love you cannot tame

This kind of love is without blame

by Bill Miller

Ronnie Johnson Band Rocks

2011-05-20T10:59:00.001-04:00

RJBand, Just like butter, Momma always said "the cream always rises to the top!" - SenecaWolf

Praise in the Midst of Trouble

2011-04-11T09:25:00.000-04:00

"Let us offer the sacrifice of praise to God continually" - Heb.13:15

A city missionary, stumbling through the dirt of a dark foyer, heard a voice say, "Who's there, Honey?" Striking a match, he caught a vision of earthly want and suffering, of saintly trust and peace, "cut in ebony" - calm, appealing eyes set amid the wrinkles of a pinched, black face that lay on a tattered bed. It was a bitter cold night in February, and she had no fire, no fuel, no light. She had had no supper, no dinner, no breakfast. She seemed to have nothing at all but rheumatism and faith in God. One could not well be more completely exiled from all pleasantness of circumstances, yet the favorite song of this old creature rung:

"Nobody knows de trouble I see,
Nobody knows but Jesus;
Nobody knows de trouble I see--
Sing Glory Hallelujah!

"Sometimes I'm up, sometimes I'm down,
Sometimes I'm level on the groun',
Sometimes the glory shines aroun'
Sing Glory Hallelujah!"

And so it went on:

"Nobody knows de work I does, Nobody knows de griefs I
has," the constant refrain being the "Glory Hallelujah!"

until the last verse rose:

"Nobody knows de joys I has,
Nobody knows but Jesus!"

Troubled on every side, yet not distressed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not forsaken; cast down, but not destroyed. It takes the good book to tell the cheer of that old black gospel song.
Remember Martin Luther on his sick-bed. Between his groans he managed to preach on these wise words:

"These pains and trouble here are like the type which the printers set; as they look now, we have to read them backwards, and they
seem to have no sense or meaning in them; but up yonder, when the Lord God prints us off in the life to come, we shall find they make brave reading."

Only we do not need to wait till then. Remember Paul the apostle walking the hurricane deck amid a boiling sea, bidding the frightened crew "Be of good cheer," Martin Luther, the old black spiritual - all of them human sun-flowers. -Wm. G. Garnett

To Be Human

2011-03-29T13:16:00.001-04:00

We are human beings. It is time for us to recognize that we are human beings.

As human beings, we have intelligence and it is through this intelligence that we manifest our power.

As human beings, how we use our intelligence to perceive reality dictates how we will use the power of our intelligence.

As human beings, we have a responsibility to use the power of our intelligence clearly and coherently.

As human beings, we find ourselves in a dimensional reality where we feel powerless to deal with the various situations we find ourselves in.

As human beings, it is time to take responsibility for the power of our intelligence and use the power of our intelligence to think clearly and coherently and create solutions to the problems we are confronted with.

Simply put, as human beings, we are asking that human beings think.

Give Love Give Life

Lewis Bennett (Deerfoot) (1828-1897)

2011-03-28T12:13:00.001-04:00

Athlete

A member of the Snipe Clan of the Seneca Indians, Lewis Bennett showed extraordinary capacities as a long-distance runner in his youth. In fact, on the Cattaraugus Reservation in New York State, where he perfected his skills under his nation's traditional system of physical training, his speed and endurance gave rise to the legend that a horse had died of exhaustion after being outpaced by him for some thirty or forty miles. By the mid-1850s, Bennett was running professionally, and in 1861 he went to England to compete with the best runners in the British Isles. He lost his first contest there, but was soon winning on a regular basis and finding himself lionized in sporting circles. In the spring of 1863, his times for ten-to twelve-mile runs set new records that lasted well into the twentieth century. This photograph was taken in England at the height of Bennetts' fame there. As this picture indicates, Bennett reveled in reminding his English fans of his Indian origins, and he ran his races clad in wolf skin and a feathered headband. He is buried in Forest Lawn Cemetery, Buffalo, NY next to the grave of the Seneca orator Red Jacket. For generations, Native Americans have taken pride in running and in being fleet of feet. The Song of Hiawatha, attributed to the 19th century American poet Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, described these traits:

Out of childhood into manhood,

Now had grown my Hiawatha,

Skilled in the craft of hunters,

Learned in all the lore of old men.

In all youthful sports and pastimes,

In all manly arts and labors,

Swift of foot was Hiawatha.

He could shoot an arrow from him,

And run forward with such fleetness,

That the arrow fell behind him.

My brother Ric & I on June 21, 2010

See the Woman

2011-03-28T10:07:00.001-04:00

She has a young face
An old face
She carries herself well
In all ages
She survives all man has done

In some tribes she is free
In some religions
She is under man
In some societies
She’s worth what she consumes

In some nations
She is delicate strength
In some states
She is told she is weak
In some classes
She is property owned

In all instances
She is sister to earth
In all conditions
She is life bringer
In all life she is our necessity

See the woman eyes
Flowers swaying
On scattered hills
Sundancing calling in the bees

See the woman heart
Lavender butterflies
Fronting blue sky
Misty rain falling
On soft wild roses

See the woman beauty
Lightning streaking
Dark summer nights
Forests of pines mating
With new winter snow

See the woman spirit
Daily serving courage
With laughter
Her breath a dream
And a prayer

by John Trudell

Grand Canyon of the East

2011-03-13T11:21:00.000-04:00

This ancient Seneca Council House stood at Ga-o-ya-de-a 'Where the Heavens Rest Upon the Earth' on the Genesee River in days antedating the American Revolution. In it gathered the war parties 'that fought in the defense of their country.' Before it prisoners ran the gauntlet. Around its council fires sat famous warriors and chiefs. It was rededicated Oct. 1, 1872 by the last Indian Council of the Genesee."

"Brothers: I will say a few words. We have come here as representatives of the Seneca Nation to participate in the ceremonies of the day. In this ancient Council House, before its removal to this spot, our fathers, sachems and chiefs, often met to deliberate on matters of the moment to our people in the Village of Ga-o-yah-de-o 'Caneadea'. We are here to rake over the ashes of its hearth, that we may find perchance a single spark with which to rekindle the fire, and cause the smoke again to rise above this roof, as in days that are past. The smoke is curling upward and the memories of the past are enwreathed with it.

Brothers: When the Confederacy of the Iroquois was formed, a smoke was raised which ascended so high that all the nations saw it and trembled. This League was formed, it may be, long before the Kingdom of Great Britain had any political existence. Our fathers of the Ho-de-no-sau-nee were once a powerful nation. They lorded it over a vast territory, comprising the whole of the State of New York. Their power was felt from the Hudson to the banks of the Mississippi, and from the great basins of sweet water in the north to the bitter waters of the Mexican Gulf. We have wasted away to a remnant of what we once were. But, though feeble in numbers, the Iroquois are represented here. We have delegates from the Mohawks, who were the Keepers of the Eastern Door of the Long House; and the Senecas, who were the guardians of the Western Door. When the big guns of General Sullivan were heard in this valley, we were one people. But the tribes of the Iroquois are scattered, and will soon be seen no more.

Brothers: We are holding council, perhaps for the last time in Gen-nis-he-o. This beautiful territory was once our own. The bones of our fathers are strewn thickly under its sod. But all this land has gone from their grasp forever. The fate and the sorrows of my people should force a sigh from the stoutest heart.

Brothers: We came here to perform a ceremony, but I cannot make it such. My heart says that this is not a play or a pageant. It is a solemn reality to me, and a mockery of days that are past and can never return. Neh-hoh, that is all."

Continuing up the river from this ancient council house the warriors passed many ancient fort and village sites of the old Iroquois. They visited the site of the Seneca Village called, Ga-o-ya-de-a 'Where the Heavens Rest Upon the Earth'. On a stone monument marking the site was the inscription: "Here in 1782 Major Moses Van Campers, a soldier of the Revolution captured by the Senecas, Keeper of the Western Door of the Iroquois Confederacy, ran the gauntlet thirty rods west to their ancient Council House, which is now preserved in Letchworth Park. This boulder was placed by the Catherine Schuyler Chapter N. S. D. A. R. 1908."

From this ancient village site the warriors headed north-east over the hills to the City of Batavia where they were once again on the main Iroquois Trail. Not far from there they headed north, their destination, the Tonawanda Seneca Reservation where they visited friends. At Tonawanda they saw a marker that was erected near the site of the Homestead of Ely Parker. The inscription on this marker was: " Homestead of Ely Parker, Secretary to General Grant, born in 1823, died 1895 - Sachem of the Wolf Clan - Seneca title, Do-no-ho-ga-wa."

At this council Ga-yeh-twa-geh 'Nicholson Parker' gave the opening address on the 1st of October 1872

My Great Great Uncle Eli

2011-03-13T10:01:00.001-04:00

A son will be born to you who will be distinguished among his nation as a peacemaker, he will become a white man as well as an Indian. He will be a wise white man, but will never desert his Indian people. His name will reach from the east to the west, the north to the south. His sun will rise on Indian land and set on white man's land. Yet the ancient land of his ancestors

Notice General Eli Parker(Seneca, Wolf clan) behind General Grant.

The Sacred Tree

2011-03-11T08:47:00.000-05:00

To the center of the world you have taken me and showed the goodness and the beauty and the strangeness of the greening earth, the only mother — and there the spirit shapes of things, as they should be, you have shown to me and I have seen. At the center of this sacred hoop, you have said that I should make the tree to bloom.
With tears running, O Great Spirit , Great Spirit, my Grandfather — with running tears I must say now that the tree has never bloomed. A pitiful old man, you see me here, and I have fallen away and have done nothing. Here at the center of the world, where you took me when I was young and taught me; here, old, I stand, and the tree is withered, Grandfather, my Grandfather!
Again, and maybe the last time on this earth, I recall the great vision you sent me. It may be that some little root of the sacred tree still lives. Nourish it then, that it may leaf and bloom and fill with singing birds. Hear me, not for myself, but for my people; I am old. Hear me that they may once more go back into the sacred hoop and find the good red road, the shielding tree! - Black Elk Speaks

Wasi'chu

2011-03-07T09:11:00.000-05:00

"My name is Wasichu. I know thee, I have found thee, & I will not let thee go."
0949 est, October 11, 2004
Barnard, Vermont

The first people who lived on the northern plains of what today is the United States called themselves "Lakota," meaning "the people," a word which provides the semantic basis for Dakota. The first European people to meet the Lakota called them "Sioux," a contraction of Nadowessioux, a now-archaic French-Canadian word meaning "snake" or enemy.
The Lakota also used the metaphor to describe the newcomers. It was Wasi'chu, which means "takes the fat," or "greedy person." Within the modern Indian movement, Wasi'chu has come to mean those corporations and individuals, with their governmental accomplices, which continue to covet Indian lives, land, and resources for private profit.
Wasi'chu does not describe a race; it describes a state of mind.
Wasi'chu is also a human condition based on inhumanity, racism, and exploitation. It is a sickness, a seemingly incurable and contagious disease which begot the ever advancing society of the West. If we do not control it, this disease will surely be the basis for what may be the last of the continuing wars against the Native American people.

...excerpt from Wasi'chu, The Continuing Indian Wars,
Bruce Johansen and Robert Maestas
with an introduction by John Redhouse

From a Mined Mind

2011-03-01T09:44:00.001-05:00

"Technologic religious system programs the mind how to perceive reality. I think they are mining our minds, it is a process.

As human beings our DNA, bones, flesh, and blood are made up of the metals, minerals, and liquids of the earth. That is human.

Then we have Being, the sun, sky, and universe. Literally, sun light brings the life that we take this earth form, but our being comes from sun, sky, universe.

All things of this earth are made up of the same DNA as us, just the form is different. All things of the earth have the same relation to the sun, sky, universe.

Like with fossils, through the mining process we take out energy. It's the same as how they imprint our perception of reality through the energy from the intelligence of human beings is how they run our system."

- John Trudell

A Bison Ride

2011-02-21T10:40:00.000-05:00

Our little party kept on the flank of the advancing drove, and our escort seemed to find it very irksome doing duty as guards, as with oft-repeated ughs! plainly expressive of disgust, they deprecated the luck that had been singled out to perform such womanly duty.Suddenly, and with kaleidoscopic rapidity, the aspect of affairs was changed; for some unknown reason and without apparent cause, the buffaloes made a flank movement, and in a twinkling were dashing right toward us; the mustangs, warned by experience, turned and ran as if their lives were at stake, as they certainly were; and the mule on which my wife was mounted, with an imitation that did her great credit, followed their example.'My horse, being unused to such scenes, seemed to lose his senses, and stood looking at the advancing animals in the most abject terror. Realizing at a glance my position, and feeling that instant action was demanded, I turned his head, and by word and heel urged him to run. On came these black brutes, sweeping over the ground like an animated hurricane. My poor horse was laboring fearfully, and I knew that our destruction was a matter of a few moments time only. Suddenly my horse stumbled and flung me headlong to the ground, then all was bewilderment. I have an indistinct notion of lying on the prairie, and then like a great black wave, this surging mass of buffaloes seem to hover over me; I was conscious of sharp and severe pain in my side, and then of being suddenly lifted into space. When sufficiently collected to note my position, I found myself on the back of a huge buffalo bull, who, unaccustomed to this strange weight, was making frantic endeavors to clear himself of the herd, which were wedged together with as much-compactness as if they were one animal. If I had chosen to fall to the ground, it would have been impossible to do so; but as such a feat would have been almost instant death, my readers will easily understand I had no intention of trying the experiment. I turned my attention exclusively to seating myself firmly on my novel steed, and grasping my hands into the shaggy hair which covered his shoulders, braced myself for the most thrilling ride I had ever experienced. After a few violent plunges the bull cleared the herd, and tore at tremendous speed; on, on until objects lost their character, and all seemed to be an indistinct haze. The buffalo had by. this time carried me some distance from the main body, and was be ginning to show signs of fatigue. If I was going to leave him, this was my opportunity; and quietly loosening my hold, I slipped off his rump on to the ground, and betook myself in an opposite direction as fast as I could go, and it was with feelings of relief and thankfulness that I had escaped so luckily from my first and only buffalo ride. - Seven & Nine Years Living Among the Camanches & Apaches an Autobiography by Edwin Eastman,

I love them that love me; and those that seek me early shall find me

2011-02-11T09:26:00.000-05:00

Proverbs belongs to that segment of the Old Testament designated as
"wisdom literature." Such proverbial
teaching represents one of the most ancient forms of instruction. The
wisdom literature of Israel was the chief storehouse of moral and
practical instruction for the Jews. It guided the head of state as well as
the head
of the home. It embodied the difference between right and wrong,
righteousness and unrighteousness. But most of
all, Israel 's wisdom literature taught the Jews how to live before
Jehovah. It contrasted the wisdom of the world, a wisdom of possessions,
with the wisdom of God, a wisdom of piety.

Proverbs teaches us that all who would live godly must seek the wisdom of
God and forsake the wisdom of the
world. To seek divine wisdom, therefore, is to seek to know God better and
to possess less. Wisdom is God; and
speaking as wisdom, God says, "I love them that love me; and those that
seek me early shall find me" (Proverbs
8:17). God is to be sought early in life and early in each day of life.
When we show Him we love Him in this way, He shows us He loves us by
filling our day with His wisdom.

Seeking the wisdom of God and the God of wisdom does not necessarily mean
we will be paupers on this earth. God
says, "Riches and honor are with me; yea durable riches and righteousness.
My fruit is better than gold, yea than
fine gold; and my revenue than choice silver" (Proverbs 8:18-19). The
revenue paid by seeking this world's wealth
is temporal gain and a frequent deterrent to godliness.
The revenue gained by seeking divine wisdom is eternal gain and an
everlasting aid to godliness. Therefore, the truly wise person in this
world will seek God's wisdom instead of the world's wealth. But should God
allow us to
have both, our attitude toward our possessions will be, "Every man to whom
God hath given riches and wealth, and hath given him power to eat thereof,
and to take his portion, and to rejoice in his labor; this is the gift of

God" (Ecclesiastes 5:19).

An English nobleman once visited Josiah Wedgwood to see how he made his
legendary china and pottery. A young
apprentice was instructed to give the nobleman a tour of the factory. The
nobleman didn't believe in God and was
sacrilegious and foul-mouthed, and he consistently ridiculed the Bible
during the tour. At first the young apprentice was shocked, but after
awhile he began to laugh when the man made his cynical remarks. Josiah
Wedgwood was greatly disturbed by this, especially when
he saw how his young apprentice was being influenced by this wealthy
nobleman. Later the atheist asked if he
could purchase a particularly expensive vase. As he handed it to the
nobleman, Wedgwood deliberately let it
crash to the floor. With a vile oath the nobleman angrily said, "That's
the one I really wanted and now it's shattered by your carelessness."
Josiah Wedgwood replied, "Sir, there are things more precious than any
vase
things that can never be restored once they are ruined. I can make another
vase, but you can never give back to my helper the pure heart you've
defiled by your vile language and sacrilegious talk!"

The nobleman was an example of a man who did not seek the Lord early but
sought riches all the day. Josiah
Wedgwood is a fine example of a man who early sought the Lord and
recognized that his wealth was a gift from God.
God never intended that we should not have riches; He only intended that
riches should not have us. It is
vitally important for Christians who possess wealth not to be possessed by
it. Seek the wisdom of the Lord early
in the day, before earning the wealth of the world. Then use that wealth
in a way which will bring eternal reward.

- Woodrow Kroll
MORNING HYMN
I take, O cross, thy shadow
For my abiding place
I ask no other sunshine than
The sunshine of His face
Content to let the world go by,
To know no gain nor loss,
My sinful self my only shame,
My glory all the cross.

One Nation Under God

2011-01-30T10:01:00.000-05:00

This we know; the earth does not belong to man; man belongs to the earth. This we know. All things are connected like the blood which unites one family.

Even the white man, whose God walks and talks with him as friend to friend, cannot be exempt from the common destiny. We may be brothers after all. We shall see. One thing we know which the white man may one day discover; our God is the same God.

You may think now that you own Him as you wish to own our land; but you cannot. He is the God of man, and His compassion is equal for the red man and the white. The earth is precious to Him, and to harm the earth is to heap contempt on its creator. The whites too shall pass; perhaps sooner than all other tribes. Contaminate your bed and you will one night suffocate in your own waste.

But in your perishing you will shine brightly fired by the strength of the God who brought you to this land and for some special purpose gave you dominion over this land and over the red man.

That destiny is a mystery to us, for we do not understand when the buffalo are all slaughtered, the wild horses are tamed, the secret corners of the forest heavy with the scent of many men and the view of the ripe hills blotted by talking wires.

Where is the thicket? Gone. Where is the eagle? Gone.

The end of living and the beginning of survival.

- Chief Seattle

On Being Human

2011-01-22T10:02:00.000-05:00

I was born in Nature's wide domain ! The trees were all that sheltered my infant limbs, the blue heavens all that covered me. I am one of Nature's children. I have always admired her. She shall be my glory: her features, her robes, and the wreath about her brow, the seasons, her stately oaks, and the evergreen - her hair, ringlets of earth - all contribute to my enduring love of her.

And wherever I see her, emotions of pleasure roll in my breast, and swell and burst like waves on the shores of the ocean, in prayer and praise to Him who has placed me in her hand, It is thought great to be born in palaces, surrounded with wealth - but to be born in Nature's wide domain is greater still !

I would much more glory in this birthplace, with the broad canopy of heaven above me, and the giant arms of the forest trees for my shelter, than to be born in palaces of marble, studded with pillars of gold ! Nature will be Nature still, while palaces shall decay and fall in ruins.

Yes, Niagara will be Niagara a thousand years hence ! The rainbow, a wreath over her brow, shall continue as long as the sun, and the flowering of the river - while the work of art, however carefully protected and preserved, shall fade and crumble into dust !

- George Copway (Kahgegagahbowh) - Ojibwe

The Pearl of Great Price

2011-01-20T09:36:00.000-05:00

Long before I ever heard of Christ, or saw a white man, I had learned from an untutored woman the essence of morality. With the help of dear Nature herself, she taught me things simple but of mighty import. I knew God. I perceived what goodness is. I saw and loved what is really beautiful. Civilization has not taught me anything better!

As a child, I understood how to give; I have forgotten that grace since I became civilized. I lived the natural life, whereas I now live the artificial. Any pretty pebble was valuable to me then; every growing tree an object of reverence. Now I worship with the white man before a painted landscape whose value is estimated in dollars! Thus the Indian is reconstructed, as the natural rocks are ground to powder, and made into artificial blocks which may be built into the walls of modern society.

- Charles A Eastman(Ohiyesa), Santee Sioux, 1858-1939

North America, where did you go wrong?

2011-01-12T09:40:00.000-05:00

"How long have I known you, oh Canada? A hundred years? Yes, a hundred years. And many many 'seelanum" more. And today, when you celebrate your hundred years, oh Canada, I am sad for all the Indian people throughout the land.
For I have known you when your forests were mine; when they gave me my meat and my clothing. I have known you in your streams and rivers where your fish flashed and danced in the sun, where the waters said come, come and eat of my abundance. I have known you in the freedom of your winds. And my spirit, like the winds, once roamed your good lands.
But in the long hundred years since the white man came, I have seen my freedom disappear like the salmon going mysteriously out to sea. The white man's strange customs which I could not understand, pressed down upon me until I could no longer breathe.
When I fought to protect my land and my home, I was called a savage. When I neither understood nor welcomed this way of life, I was called lazy. When I tried to rule my people, I was stripped of my authority.
My nation was ignored in your history textbooks - they were little more important in the history of Canada than the buffalo that ranged the plains. I was ridiculed in your plays and motion pictures, when I drank your fire water, I got drunk -- very, very drunk. And I forgot.
Oh Canada, how can I celebrate with you this Centenary, this hundred years? Shall I thank you for the reserves that are left to me of my beautiful forests? For the canned fish of my rivers? For the loss of my pride and authority, even among my own people? For the lack of my will to fight back? No! I must forget what's past and gone.
Oh, God in Heaven! Give me back the courage of the olden Chiefs. Let me wrestle with my surroundings. Let me again, as in the days of old, dominate my environment. Let me humbly accept this new culture and through it rise up and go on.
Oh, God! Like the Thunderbird of old I shall rise again out of the sea; I shall grab the instruments of the white man's success---his education, his skills, and with these new tools I shall build my race into the proudest segment of your society. Before I follow the great Chiefs who have gone before us, oh Canada, I shall see these things come to pass.
I shall see our young braves and our chiefs sitting in the houses of law and government, ruling and being ruled by the knowledge and freedom of our great land. So shall we shatter the barriers of our isolation. So shall the next hundred years be the greatest and proudest in the proud history of our tribes and nations."
Chief Dan George

Woe is me without the Holy Spirit

2010-12-31T09:34:00.000-05:00

Ecclesiastes 12:1-14 (AMP):REMEMBER (earnestly) also your Creator (that you are not your own, but His property now) in the days of your youth, before the evil days come or the years draw near when you will say (of physical pleasures), I have no enjoyment in them--
    Before the sun and the light and the moon and the stars are darkened (sight is impaired), and the clouds (of depression) return after the rain (of tears);
    In the day when the keepers of the house (the hands and the arms) tremble, and the strong men (the feet and the knees) bow themselves, and the grinders (the molar teeth) cease because they are few, and those who look out of the windows (the eyes) are darkened;
    When the doors (the lips) are shut in the streets and the sound of the grinding (of the teeth) is low, and one rises up at the voice of a bird and the crowing of a cock, and all the daughters of music (the voice and the ear) are brought low;
    Also when (the old) are afraid of danger from that which is high, and fears are in the way, and the almond tree (their white hair) blooms, and the grasshopper (a little thing) is a burden, and desire and appetite fail, because man goes to his everlasting home and the mourners go about the streets or marketplaces.
    (Remember your Creator earnestly now) before the silver cord (of life) is snapped apart, or the golden bowl is broken, or the pitcher is broken at the fountain, or the wheel broken at the cistern (and the whole circulatory system of the blood ceases to function);
    Then shall the dust (out of which God made man's body) return to the earth as it was, and the spirit shall return to God Who gave it.
    Vapor of vapors and futility of futilities, says the Preacher. All is futility (emptiness, falsity, vainglory, and transitoriness)!
    And furthermore, because the Preacher was wise, he (Solomon) still taught the people knowledge; and he pondered and searched out and set in order many proverbs.
    The Preacher sought acceptable words, even to write down rightly words of truth or correct sentiment.
    The words of the wise are like prodding goads, and firmly fixed (in the mind) like nails are the collected sayings which are (given as proceeding) from one Shepherd.
    But about going further (than the words given by one Shepherd), my son, be warned. Of making many books there is no end (so do not believe everything you read), and much study is a weariness of the flesh.
    All has been heard; the end of the matter is: Fear God (revere and worship Him, knowing that He is) and keep His commandments, for this is the whole of man (the full, original purpose of his creation, the object of God's providence, the root of character, the foundation of all happiness, the adjustment to all inharmonious circumstances and conditions under the sun) and the whole (duty)for every man.
    For God shall bring every work into judgment, with every secret thing, whether it is good or evil.

These verses reveal to us a truth in regard to all people. That truth is that youthfulness and outward beauty are temporary, while spiritual beauty and character will endure throughout one's life and continue into eternity. Only the things that we accomplish in this life for Christ will last. Everything else is vanity. We shall all reap the fruit of the things we sow in this life.

When we are young and have our whole life ahead of us, we really do not think of the day that we will grow old and die. We do not usually consider what kind of legacy we will leave. Will it be one like the virtuous woman whose works were praised by the entire city? These words below from Ecclesiastes remind us to remember the Lord when we are young and all through our life, as there is a day that old age will come and then we will not have the opportunity to serve the Lord like we have today. Today we can live by the Wisdom and knowledge found in the book of Proverbs and the Bible. In doing this, we shall not regret our days on the earth.

Army of One

2010-12-28T08:53:00.001-05:00

"We must each be an army of one
in the endless struggle
between the good we are all capable of
and the evil that threatens us all
from without as well as from within.

Yes, we can each be an army of one.
One good man or one good woman
can change the world,
can push back the evil and
their work can be a beacon
for millions, for billions.

Are you that man or woman?

If so, may the Great Spirit bless you.

If not, why not?

We must each of us be that person.
That will transform the world overnight.
That would be a miracle, yes, but a miracle
within our power, our healing power."

-Leonard Peltier-

The White Ornament

2010-12-24T13:09:00.000-05:00

A SIMPLE WHITE ENVELOPE

It's just a small white envelope stuck among the branches of our
Christmas tree. No name, no identification, no inscription. It has
peeked through the branches of our tree for the past 10 years or so.

It all began because my husband Mike hated Christmas -- oh, not the
true meaning of Christmas, but the commercial aspects of it -- the
overspending, the frantic running around at the last minute to get a
tie for Uncle Harry and the dusting powder for Grandma -- the gifts
given in desperation because you couldn't think of anything else.

Knowing he felt this way, I decided one year to bypass the usual
shirts, sweaters, ties, and so forth. I reached for something special
just for Mike. The inspiration came in an unusual way. Our son
Kevin, who was 12 that year, was wrestling at the junior level at the
school he attended. Shortly before Christmas, there was a non-league
match against a team sponsored by an inner-city church.

These youngsters, dressed in sneakers so ragged that shoestrings
seemed to be the only thing holding them together, presented a sharp
contrast to our boys in their spiffy blue and gold uniforms and
sparkling new wrestling shoes. As the match began, I was alarmed to
see that the other team was wrestling without headgear, a kind of
light helmet designed to protect a wrestler's ears. It was a luxury
the ragtag team obviously could not afford.

Well, we ended up walloping them. We took every weight class. And as
each of their boys got up from the mat, he swaggered around in his
tatters with false bravado, a kind of street pride that couldn’t
acknowledge defeat. Mike, seated beside me, shook his head sadly, 'I
wish just one of them could have won,' he said. 'They have a lot of
potential, but losing like this could take the heart right out of
them.' Mike loved kids -- all kids -- and he knew them, having coached
little league football, baseball, and lacrosse.

That's when the idea for his present came. That afternoon, I went to
a local sporting goods store and bought an assortment of wrestling
headgear and shoes and sent them anonymously to the inner-city church.

On Christmas Eve, I placed the envelope on the tree, the note inside
telling Mike what I had done and that this was his gift from me. His
smile was the brightest thing about Christmas that year and the
succeeding 10 years.

For each Christmas, I followed the tradition -- one year sending a
group of mentally handicapped youngsters to a hockey game, another
year a check to a pair of elderly brothers whose home had burned to
the ground the week before Christmas, and on and on. The envelope
became the highlight of our Christmas. It was always the last thing
opened on Christmas morning, and our children, ignoring their new
toys, would stand with wide-eyed anticipation as their dad lifted the
envelope from the tree to reveal its contents.

As the children grew, the toys gave way to more practical presents,
but the envelope never lost its allure.

The story doesn't end there. You see, we lost Mike last year due to
cancer. When Christmas rolled around, I was still so wrapped in grief
that I barely got the tree up. But Christmas Eve found me placing an
envelope on the tree, and in the morning it was joined by three more.
Each of our children, unaware to the others, had placed an
envelope on the tree for their dad. The tradition has grown and
someday will expand even further with our grandchildren standing
around the tree with wide-eyed anticipation watching as their fathers
take down the envelope. Mike's spirit, like the Christmas spirit,
will always be with us.

May we all remember Christ, who is the reason for the season, and the
true Christmas spirit this year and always.

God Bless you! -- pass this along to those friends and loved ones who
you know are the givers who understand the true meaning of Christmas.