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Há muitos lugares considerados sagrados para os povos nativos , estes são lugares de poder espiritual e em muitos deles são também realizadas cerimonias. O povo nativo tem um forte o sentido de pertencimento a terra, da terra de origem, aonde seus ancestrais viveram e esses locais também são considerados sagrados para eles .<br />
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Great smoky mountains / Carolina do Norte - Sagrado para os Cherokees/ Tsalagi<br />
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Badlands/ Dakota do sul - Sagrado para os Lakotas<br />
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The four sacred mountains - Arizona - Sagrado para os Navajos<br />
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Black Hills/ Dakota do sul - Sagrado para os Lakotas<br />
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San Francisco Peaks - Arizona - Sagrado para os Hopi<br />
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Sweet grass hills/Montana - Sagrado para vários tribos ( Blackfoot, Salish, Cree )<br />
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Bighorn Medicine Wheels /Wyoming - Sagrado para os Lakotas, Cheyennes, Crow, shoshone<br />
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Bear Butte/ Dakota do Sul - Sagrado para os Cheyennes<br />
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Otero Mesa - Sagrado para os Apaches<br />
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Chaco Canyon / Novo Mexico - Sagrado para os Pueblos<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027526085733269704.post-47978310501119961592014-11-07T12:57:00.000-08:002014-11-07T13:00:46.174-08:00The Cherokee Legend of Raven mocker<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Of all the Cherokee wizards or witches the most dreaded is the Raven Mocker <em style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">(Kâ’lanû Ahkyeli’skï)</em>, the one that robs the dying man of life. They are of either sex and there is no sure way to know one, though they usually look withered and old, because they have added so many lives to their own.</div>
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At night, when some one is sick or dying in the settlement, the Raven Mocker goes to the place to take the life. He flies through the air in fiery shape, with arms outstretched like wings, and sparks trailing behind, and a rushing sound like the noise of a strong wind. Every little while as he flies he makes a cry like the cry of a raven when it “dives” in the air–not like the common raven cry–and those who hear are afraid, because they know that some man’s life will soon go out. When the Raven Mocker comes to the house he finds others of his kind waiting there, and unless there is a doctor on guard who knows bow to drive them away they go inside, all invisible, and frighten and torment the sick man until they kill him. Sometimes to do this they even lift him from the bed and throw him on the floor, but his friends who are with him think he is only struggling for breath.</div>
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After the witches kill him they take out his heart and eat it, and so add to their own lives as many days or years as they have taken from his. No one in the room can see them, and there is no sear where they take out the heart, but yet there is no heart left in the body. Only one who has the right medicine can recognize a Raven Mocker, and if such a man stays in the room with the sick person these witches are afraid to come in, and retreat as soon as they see him, because when one of them is recognized in his right shape he must die within seven days. There was once a man named Gûñskäli’skï, who had this medicine and used to hunt for Raven Mockers, and killed several. When the friends of a dying person know that there is no more hope they always try to have one of these medicine men stay in the house and watch the body until it is buried, because after burial the witches do not steal the heart.</div>
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A young man had been out on a hunting trip and was on his way home when night came on while he was still a long distance from the settlement. He knew of a house not far off the trail where an old man and his wife lived, so he turned in that direction to look for a place to sleep until morning. When he got to the house there was nobody in it. He looked into the âsï and found no one there either. He thought maybe they had gone after water, and so stretched himself out in the farther corner to sleep. Very soon he heard a raven cry outside, and in a little while afterwards the old man came into the âsï and sat down by the fire without noticing the young man, who kept still in the dark corner. Soon there was another raven cry outside, and the old man said to himself, “Now my wife is coming,” and sure enough in a little while the old woman came in and sat down by her husband. Then the young man knew they were Raven Mockers and he was frightened and kept very quiet.</div>
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Said the old man to his wife, “Well, what luck did you have?” “None,” said the old woman, “there were too many doctors watching. What luck did you have?” “I got what I went for,” said the old man, “there is no reason to fail, but you never have luck. Take this and cook it and lees have something to eat.” She fixed the fire and then the young man smelled meat roasting and thought it smelled sweeter than any meat he had ever tasted. He peeped out from one eye, and it looked like a man’s heart roasting on a stick.</div>
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When they came out to breakfast the old man put a bowl of corn mush before him and said, “This is all we have–we have had no meat for a long time.” After breakfast the young man started on again, but when he had gone a little way the old man ran after him with a fine piece of beadwork and gave it to him, saying, “Take this, and don’t tell anybody what you heard last, night, because my wife and I are always quarreling that way.” The young man took the piece, but when he came to the first creek he threw it into the water and then went on to the settlement. There he told the whole story, and a party of warriors started back with him to kill the Raven Mockers. When they reached the place it was seven days after the first night. They found the old man and his wife lying dead in the house, so they set fire to it and burned it and the witches together.<br />
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que os visite naquele dia . O Feast Days é uma celebração de resgate Cultural e
Espiritual e é realizada no dia do patrono de cada Pueblo. Lembrando que a
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que fazer tudo por conta propria, o que não seria exatamente um grande problema
pra mim a não ser pelo fato de que você precisa de um carro para fazer qualquer
coisa por ali. Mas, eu consegui descobrir uma agencia ( coisa raríssima ) que
me levaria até lá para um “tour” de um dia, partindo do Indian Pueblo Cultural
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!!! Tem muitas histórias que só eles sabem .... Vale ir conhecer o Cultural
Center/Museu e caso alguém tenha interesse em pernoitar uma opção é o
Cassino/Hotel Sky City – Sim!! Praticamente TODAS as Tribos Norte Americanas
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A igreja da Missão <b>San Esteban Del Rey</b>
, uma das construções mais antigas da Missão Espanhola ( sim, os Espanhois
também passaram por lá .. ). A construção continua intacta e restaurada quando
necessário pois o Acoma Pueblo ( assim como todos os outros Pueblos ) são hoje
uma mescla de sua cultura e espiritualidade original e a influencia que
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maior Pow wow e evento anual !! Infelizmente eu estava lá em Outubro :</span><span style="font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Arial; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">L</span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> Mas o <b>Indian Pueblo Cultural Center</b> é sensacional e é um lugar aonde a
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a <b>Crow Dance Apache</b> que assisti em
uma das reservas Navajo, feita somente para Nativos locais e pouquíssimas
pessoas de fora (eu, uma delas ) , as apresentações de Dança dos Pueblos são
mais abertas, culturais, exatamente para as pessoas poderem se aproximar um
pouco mais e viver a experiência , vale demais a pena !!Depois da apresentação
fui conversar com eles, e como disse são muito receptivos, amáveis, tudo de bom
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enorme significância; a <b>Buffalo Dance;
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mas deixe pra comprar em Santa fé, vai encontrar mais opções por lá. Bom, por
todo o Novo México você vai encontrar este mix de Cultura Nativa e o “legado”
Espanhol e suas missões . <b>LADO A LADO</b> !! Na old town , a Igreja
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lugar o novo e o velho se mistura a casa esquina. A raiz cultural e a
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galerias luxo !!! Tudo o que você compra tem uma etiqueta dizendo se o produto
foi feito por um nativo , se sim de qual tribo etc... ou não nativo !!! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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eu vi, e que na verdade é a maior controvérsia
da questão Nativa atual estava ali bem na minha frente e eu registrei nesta
fotografia, coisa que da muito pano pra manga ...Bem, este lindo “<b>headdress</b>” que seria um forte símbolo de honra de muitas
tribos, usado apenas por grandes chefes estava numa das galerias “ a venda”,
por um preço digamos somente para quem possa pagar, caro e original, <b>NATIVO</b> ou
seja, não era fake nem feito por não nativo !!! ... Fica para a reflexão de
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Novo México que graças a cortesia do Gerente do hotel aonde me hospedei pude ir
conhecer um pouco do<b> Sandia Pueblo </b>e andar no Tramway mais alto do mundo !</span></div>
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Everytime a Native American figure is brought up, it's expected to be told about chiefs, medicine men, warriors...all men and they trully had huge important for their people's history. It happens that there are many women in history who also had a great significance; some of them changed lives back then and such changes are still reflecting nowadays .<br />
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Well, I am fascinated by those women and as a lover of native culture and history I always wondered how much influencial they could be back in time .The history of Nancy Wards really worth to be told and shared so people can realize how importantthe role of a woman into any society/group/tribe was.They might have been warriors, mothers, wives,healers and through their wisdom and love they have always made the great changes in the world.<br />
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Nancy ( Nanye'hi in Cherokee language ) was a member of Cherokee Tribe and the Wolf clan, and her importante heritage came from her mother.At this point is important to remember that most Native American tribes were matriarchal ( Cherokee Tribe was Matriarchal ) .Since very young she took part of batters fighting by her husband's side and when he was killed in battle, she rallied the cherokee warriors leading them to victory becoming then a leader within Cherokee nation .<br />
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Because of her actiors, The Cherokee clans chose her as Ghighau or the Beloved Woman which meant a powerful position, her opinion was influential in the tribe because the Cherokees believed that the Great Spirit could speak through the Beloved Woman. She headed the Women's concil, sat on the Concil of Chiefs, worked as a peaceful negociator and had power over prisoners.<br />
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She understood that the best way for the cherokee to survive was to coexist with the new setters ( Europeans ) so she learned how to make butter and cheese . Afterward she introduced dairying among her tribe; and by the combination of loom weaving and dairy farming helped to strenght the economy of her people.<br />
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Her actions contributed for the survival of her tribe as well as her legacy is part of What Cherokee Nation is today .<br />
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She died around1822, before the Trail of Tears as the Last woman who received the title of Beloved Women until 1980's and is remembered and considered a pioneer for women in American Politics . A women ahead of her time and women's voice in a very troubled period od history.<br />
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I do hope everyone who reads this post may be inspired by her !!! Sources about her are all over the internet so I can not mention only one as I read many things and watched videos too ;)<br />
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Há alguns meses atrás fiz uma viagem para conhecer algumas reservas indígenas Norte Americanas. Estive no Oeste dos Estados Unidos, reservas Navajo no Arizona e Puelos no Novo Mexico. Agora finalmente resolvi compartilhar aqui no blog algumas impressões, curiosidades e algumas das muitas estórias que me foram contadas ( como é o costume nativo ) . As fotografias são minhas portanto se alguém quiser compartilhar por favor creditem meu blog !. Fazer uma viagem para terras Indígenas é saber que quase todo solo em que você pisa é sagrado, todo lugar tem uma história para contar. Em todo lugar você pode sentir a espiritualidade desde que tenha olhos para ver, ouvidos para ouvir e coração para sentir. Muitas coisas interessantíssimas me ocorreram e algumas delas compartilho aqui com vocês. Também quero deixar bem claro aqui que apesar de ter tido o privilégio de receber muito ensinamento pois fui guiada o tempo todo por uma Navajo e por ser uma nativa mais moderna , abriu mão dos conceitos de tabus que envolvem muito deste povo ,compartilhou comigo muito do seu conhecimento natural. E nisso se baseia o que fui buscar como cultura, história e espiritualidade. Ao longo desta viagem muitos privilégios e recebi muitas dádivas porém não participei de cerimonias sagradas pois estas são fechadas apenas para os Navajos e nem conheci nenhum "medicine man" pois estes não estão ao acesso de visitantes, fato que eu já sabia e claro não pedi. Há uma sabedoria nativa ( não só navajo ) que diz que tudo o que você faz é uma prece, um caminho espiritual, uma cura. Portanto enquanto andei por suas terras, quando visitei lugares sagrados com tanta história, quando me alimentei , ouvi num Navajo tradicional cantar, me contar uma história, me ensinar sua idioma, em tudo isso meu caminho espiritual esteve presente. Compartilho agora com amor e gratidão o que recebi, espero que cada palavra, cada fotografia seja uma prece, uma cura para todos vocês !<br />
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Também preciso dizer que este post não é uma pesquisa cultural como costumo fazer e nem um roteiro de viagem. Logo mais farei um post oferecendo pesquisa de história e Cultura sobre os Povos que visitei !<br />
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As quatro montanhas sagradas é o maior símbolo da espiritualidade Navajo, é um lugar Sagrado. Simboliza as raízes das terras deste povo, assim como a Black Hills para os Lakotas, a Smoky Mountain para os Cherokees.De quase todo o Arizona você consegue vê-la . A grande maioria dos Navajos nunca subiu as Montanhas e nem é uma pratica comum, o importante é que da onde você esteja , possa enxerga-la e fazer suas preces na sua direção. Apenas os medicine men ( curandeiros ) se reúnem uma vez por ano e sobem a montanha em busca de elementos para suas curas, meditações e práticas. Vale lembrar que apenas um terço do Povo Navajo vive de forma tradicional e seguem os caminhos antigos de seus ancestrais . Por todo o caminho que percorri , aqui e acolá pude ver pequenos casebres isolados que segundo minha guia, eram maioria eram de nativos tradicionais e anciãos , mas não pudemos visitar suas terras nem bater nas suas portas pois isso seria ofensivo como também muitas vezes ela me solicitou não tirar fotografias .<br />
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Flagstaff é uma cidadezinha no Arizona por onde você pode iniciar sua viagem. No aeroporto de Phoenix tem um serviço de shuttle( van ) que te leva tanto para Flagstaff quanto para Sedona que fica no caminho. É uma cidade típica interiorana. Como eu fui no outono me deparei com uma paisagem bucólica de árvores com folhagem amarelas, vermelhas... Não faz parte do território Navajo e não é uma cidade tipicamente nativa, mas uma rota comum para os mochileiros que queiram fazer o circuito dos parques.<br />
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O Monument Valley é um dos lugares mais incríveis que já pisei em toda minha vida. Quando eu ainda estava na estrada , só o fato de avistar o parque minha energia mudou completamente. Muitos amigos nativos que tenho dizem que sentem uma sensação estranha, meio aterrorizadora ao estar lá e isso é bem possível pois o local foi palco de muitas guerras sangrentas e perseguições.Eu, diferentemente dos meus amigos nativos senti plenitude, maravilhada, e uma indiscritível sensação de beleza espiritual , me senti em outro mundo, outro tempo . Muitos Navajos escolhiam este local para fugir da cavalaria Americana, da escravidão, morte e todo o horror que viria com a sua captura. Ainda hoje há familias Navajo que moram em algumas parte do parque; claro que em um local totalmente fechado a visitação pública e lembrando também que o Monument Valley é administrado pelos Navajos, o território é deles.<br />
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Pelo parque você encontra alguns criadores de cavalos que por um valor digamos assim mastercard $$ você pode fazer um pequeno tour e eu claro, fiz !! Não tenho fotos deste momento porque optei por não levar câmera nem celular durante meu passeio, queria apenas estar totalmente presente naquele lugar fazendo algo tão ancestral. Foi lindo, recomendo ! Além do mais meu guia que claro era Navajo, me rendeu boas risadas, era muito alegre e brincalhão. Me arrependi de não ter usado meu " mastercard " para fazer um tour mais longo . Um tour de 30 minutos ( 60 dólares ), 1 hora ( 90 dólares ), e uma gratificação a parte para o seu guia.<br />
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Eis uma coisa que sempre acabo me arrependendo quando volto de alguma viagem, não faço muitas compras. Talvez por que eu sempre prefira saborear os passeios locais e acabo destinando muito pouco do meu dinheiro para as compras. Especialmente nesta viagem, arte nativa era na maioria das vezes muito cara ( para o meu pobre bolso pelo menos ), também uma curiosidade: todos os artesanatos, em todos os lugares continham uma etiqueta dizendo se o produto era feito por nativo ou não-nativo e quando feito por um artista nativo tinha o nome, reserva etc...<br />
Este colar eu comprei dentro do Monument Valley, feito por mulheres Navajo. Era lindo e tinha um valor muito justo ( 10 dólares cada ). Representa as quatro montanhas sagradas e cada pedra um diferente simbolismo. Este no caso diziam que era para atrair o amor para a vida da pessoa :) Eu que não sou boba nem nada, comprei logo este né gente, vai que eu encontrasse um Michael Spears no meu caminho...rsrsrs... <br />
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Sempre acontece algumas coisas inusitadas em minhas viagens, como estar nahora certa no lugar certo, a pessoa certa etc... Quando eu cheguei na primeira reserva programada pela minha Guia, estava acontecendo uma Feira de artesanatos e chegamos bem na hora de uma apresentação Apache no local. Este grupo da foto eram Apaches prontos para performar a Crow dance., o que lembra um pouco os orixás-africanos. Enquanto estão vestido desta forma, estão representando seus Deuses em suas vestes e simbolismo . Durante a dança são tidos como os Deuses em si, no final da apresentação há uma "cura energética ". Podia-se tirar fotos mas nos foi solicitado não filmar.<br />
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Navajo Taco - Comida muito tradicional feito com o famoso "fry bread" - pão frito. Comer dentro de uma reserva Navajo pode ser uma experiência complicada ( meio India ). Em qualquer lugar e digo qualquer lugar mesmo eles montam uma barraquinha e fazem o fry bread e Navajo taco, então não espere muito de cuidados com higiene e aventure-se se puder ! Eu sou uma pessoa meio chatinha com alimentação e higiene então para mim assim como em outras viagens que fiz , me alimentar foi uma questão dificil. Nesta barraca de alimentos, pedi um canudinho para tomar meu refri e ao meu redor olhares curiosos, achando graça no meu pedido, não tinha canudinho. O dono do local sorrindo pelo meu pedido inusitado me deu um mini canudinho usado para misturar açucar no café...rsrsrs... claro que tirar foto da minha comida também foi causa de espanto. Mas todos foram muito amáveis, sem entender o que uma Brasileira fazia dentro da reserva e só o que eu ouvia era " Rio"...rsrssrs...foi divertido. Foi o máximo da minha aventura gastronônica !<br />
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Dentro do Parque Grand Canyon há um museu e uma loja de artefatos Hopi, tudo original claro. E também os famosos tapetes Navajo que são feitos de forma artesanal . Cada tapete conta uma parte da história deste povo em seus desenhos e símbolos. Há aulas de "weaving" que mulheres navajos ( só elas tecem, os homens não) oferecem para turistas. Algo em torno de 2000 dólares por uma semana de aula. É totalmente artesanal e tradicional.<br />
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Ainda dentro do Grand Canyon este hotel tem uma atmosfera de "Cabin", com aquelas cabeças de animais empalhados decorando as paredes....Me senti entrando num portal para uma outra era, outro tempo...<br />
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No topo de uma das Mesas Hopi há uma lojinha de presentes e quem nos recebe é uma anciã que nem de longe aparenta seus 70 anos. Muito comunicativa e que me deu de presente uma palestra sobre os costumes Hopi. Ela é a dona desta pequena loja e passa os dias fazendo artesanato Hopi. Me contou que nunca quis receber nada do governo ( muitos nativos vivem de algo semelhante ao nosso "bolsa familia" ), e que ela mesma contruiu sua casa Só sai da reserva para fazer compras uma vez por mês e sempre fez questão de viver de acordo com os costumes Hopi. Seu nome por coincidência é Sandy ou Sandra. Os Hopis normalmente tem baixa estatura e como éramos duas Sandras baixinhas ela logo foi falando o famoso ditado que nos menores frascos há os melhores perfumes . Já adorei ela !!<br />
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Ainda dentro do território Hopi pude registrar o Hospital local Na foto não da para ver tão bem, mas pelo menos olhando de fora me pareceu um hospital bem construído e moderno - ao lado um condomínio de casas para os funcionários. Para quem não sabe, os EUA não oferece serviço de saúde para quem não tem seguro e as reservas indígenas são os únicos lugares aonde você encontra este serviço pago pelo governo. Isto é parte dos tratados feitos entre governo Americano e lideres indígenas. Claro, você precisa ser um deles para poder utilizar este serviço. Tem que comprovar sua existência como nativo, ser registrado em sua reserva , daí a questão tão complexa sobre o sangue nativo ou "blood quantum" nos EUA., mas isso é uma questão para outro post, outro dia...<br />
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Na semana seguinte a minha visita haveria uma Cerimonia Sagrada ( proibida para pessoas de fora, claro ), em uma das mesas ( montanhas ) Hopi. A Dança da cobra que segundo minha guia, os Hopis utilizam cobras de verdade para esta Cerimonia como uma agradecimento. Pedir para participar, nem pensar....<br />
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Saindo da reserva Hopi em direção a outra reserva Navajo ( chinlé), que tambem aparenta mais uma pequena cidade, com Mac donald's e outras redes , igrejas, bancos, hotél etc...Chinlé talvez seja a maior reserva Navajo. Próxima visita no dia seguinte seria no site sagrado, Canyon de chelly.<br />
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O Canyon de Chelly é u m local muito sagrado para os Navajos . Há familias que moram em algumas áreas do parque mas assim como no Monument Valley é fechado para os visitantes. Uma vez lá você pode explorar o canyon alugando o serviço de uma van que te leva para várias partes do Canyon, um serviço oferecido por um Navajo local também . Este local também no passado foi palco de coisas muitas tristes, como a perseguição de mulheres, crianças e homens que fugiam para o Canyon que na época era bem inacessivel para a Cavalaria Americana. Havia na época os chamados "scouts", que eram nativos que trabalhavam para a cavalaria ajudando a localizar os fugitivos de outras tribos. A escolta Apache foi a responsável por levar a Cavalaria até os Navajos, desvendando os caminhos para o Canyon de Chelly. Anos depois os Navajos retribuiram o favor, ajudando a cavalaria a encontrar o Famoso lider Apache Geronimo. Para entrar no parque não tem custo, apenas para explorar o canyon ( 60 dólares )<br />
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Bem, o Hubbel Trading Post é um daqueles lugares que é importante que se visite porém você se arrepende de fazer. Como estava no nosso caminho, lá fomos visitar este local que é uma loja apenas. Mas no passado foi o primeiro local aonde se podia comprar alimentos, então por se tratar de um local histórico faz parte de seu roteiro de visita. Tem uma loja só de livros escritos por escritores nativos, isso eu achei bem legal. Anotei os títulos para comprar depois. Posso passar para quem quiser a lista !<br />
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Window Rock é reserva aonde fica sediado o Governo Navajo, a principal reserva com certeza . É dali que todo o território é controlado e todas as decisões tomadas. Fica já na divisa Arizona/Novo México.<br />
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Em honra aos soldados Navajos que lutaram na guerra pelos Estados Unidos. O famoso episódio de que os Estados Unidos apenas ganharam a guerra por causa do uso dos Navajos que utilizavam sua língua e portanto assim como ninguém conseguia decodificar as comunicações interceptadas . Há filmes e livros que falam sobre isso : Navajo code talk. Sim, muitos nativos não somente Navajos, lutaram em todas as guerras Americanas.<br />
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Hogan - Esta é uma casa tradicional Navajo . Não há muitas e as que eu encontrei estavam dentro do Monument Valley, esta da foto para apreciação turística e outra aonde o criador dos cavalos morava. Percebam que a hogan tem formato circular pois tudo tradicionalmente nativo é circular. Significa os ciclos da vida, as estações da natureza, em circulo somos todos iguais. Há uma abertura no teto, assim como as Teepes Lakotas que dão acesso as janelas do céu, as estrelas. E todas as Hogans e até mesmo as casas mais modernas Navajo levam em conta uma espécie de Feng Shue Nativo, nada é randômico. Tudo o que aponta para o leste, oeste, norte ou sul é feito por uma razão.<br />
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O deserto pintado é como estar dentro de uma pintura literalmente, é a voz e espirito das montanhas que permanecem ali. É o eco da mensagem : Nós sobrevivemos e permanecemos ! Os Navajos têm um tabu muito grande em relação aos seus mortos, não gostam de falar disso nem de quem já se foi. Hoje, os nativos mais modernos vêem a necessidade de falar sobre isso pois precisam urgentemente registrar sua história pois as novas gerações mal conhecem sua cultura, lingua, história. Dizem que se alguém vai para a guerra por exemplo e presencia muitas mortes, quando volta para a reserva a familia então se reúne para arrecadar o dinheiro para se pagar uma Cerimônia Sagrada com um medicine man. Têm como tradição enterrar seus mortos .Diferentemente dos Lakotas que os queimavam em cerimônia, os Navajos enterravam seus mortos na vertical junto com todos os seus pertences.<br />
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Assim encerro o trecho Arizona ( Navajo ) e deixo para um outro post o Novo México, seus Pueblos e seus encantos ! Espero ter contribuido com algum ensinamento e que este compartilhar tenha sido prazeroso e espiritual. Lembrem-se que tudo pode ser uma "medicina", uma cura...Acredito que o partilhar das palavras também tragam sua medicina sagrada !!<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027526085733269704.post-6239077869151708752013-11-30T18:05:00.001-08:002013-11-30T18:10:28.419-08:00A Lenda das lágrimas Apaches<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Por volta de 1870's uma das divisões dos Apaches foi encurralada pela cavalaria que naquele tempo os perseguia, foram derrotados com sua maioria morta. Os que escaparam da cavalaria preferiram se afastaram até os desfiladeiros e escolheram se jogar do precipicio.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">As mulheres e crianças daqueles que morreram se reuniram a uma certa distância do desfiladeiro e choraram por seus ente queridos. Vendo que suas lágrimas e sofrimento eram sinceros o Grande Pai decidiu então entalhar suas lágrimas em pedras negras. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">In the 1870's a band of Apache indians were comered by the Calvary and most were killed. The remainder retreated to the cliff's edge and chose death by leaping over the edge.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Their sorrow was so sincere, The Great Father embedded their tears in black stones. These stones, when held to the light, reveal the translucent <b>tear of the Apache.</b></span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027526085733269704.post-90704326838167235392013-08-10T22:25:00.000-07:002013-08-10T22:25:02.029-07:00A Lenda da Mulher Novilho Branco ( Lakota/Sioux )<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">A mulher falou para o segundo joven e disse: Retorne ao seu povo e diga que eu estou chegando. A sagrada mulher chegando ao acampamento da tribo trazia um pacote embrulhado para o povo. Ela o desembrulhou dando ao povo o <b>Cachimbo Sagrado</b> ( chanumpa )e ensinou a usa-lo e a realizar suas preces. Com este cachimbo sagrado vocês irão caminhar o caminho da prece- ela disse . A mulher sagrada também falou ao povo Sioux sobre o valor do bufálo, da mulher e da criança. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Vocês são filhos da Mãe Terra. E ela disse ás mulheres: O que vocês estão fazendo é tão grandioso quanto o que os guerreiros fazem e antes dela partir ela falou ao povo que ela retornaria. Enquanto ela caminhava ela virou quatro vezes e se transformou num novilho branco femea.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Muitos acreditam que a mulher novilho branco simboliza a união da humanidade em um único coração, mente e espirito.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">( tradução livre feito por mim, Sandra Prem do texto original de John Lame Deer - conto de 1967 )</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">O bastão que fala é um instrumento usado por muitas tradições Americanas Nativas toda vez que um Conselho é convocado. Ele permite que todos os membros do conselho apresentem seu sagrado ponto de vista. O bastão que fala passa de pessoa por pessoa a medida que a reunião processa. Somente a pessoa que segura o bastão tem o direito de falar naquele momento. A pena da resposta também deve ser segurada pela pessoa que fala a menos que esta dirija uma pergunta a outro membro do conselho. Neste momento a pena da resposta passa para a pessoa que vai responder a pergunta. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Essa forma de procedimento parlamentar é usada pelos Nativos Americanos há muitos séculos e reconhece o valor de cada orador. Cada membro do Conselho deve ouvir com atenção as palavras que são ditas, de forma que, quando chegar sua vez, não repita informações desnecessárias nem fala perguntas impertinentes. As crianças indigenas aprendem a escutar desde os três anos de idade. Aprendem também a respeitar o ponto de vista dos outros. Isso não quer dizer que não podem discordar, mas estão obrigadas por sua honra pessoal a permitir que cada um expresse seu Sagrado ponto de vista.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Para fabricar o bastão que fala, pode-se utilizar qualquer tipo de pessoa em pé ( árvore ). Os responsáveis pela realização de qualquer tipo de conselho devem fabricar seus próprios bastões que falam. O bastão pode ser usado nas aulas dadas ás crianças, nas reuniões do Conselho, nas sessões em que se tomam decisões concernentes a disputas, nos rituais de conjuração, nos circulos formados para contar histórias, ou nas cerimônias em que mais de uma pessoa toma a palavra.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Cada peça de material utilizado no bastão , já que cada bastão é diferente do outro.As qualidades de cada tipo de pessoa em pé possibilitam um tipo de energia especifica. Por exemplo, o pinheiro branca é a árvora da paz,a betula simboliza a verdade, as plantas sempre verdes representam o crescimento continuo de todas as coisas. Outras árvores como o cedro denotam limpeza. O choupo é o simbolo da clareza de visão já que seu tronco é coberto de muitas formas que lembram olhos. O bordo pode ser usado para os Conselhos das crianças, pois representa suavidade e doçura. O olmo é usado por favorecer a sabedoria, a sorveira brava por assegurar proteção, o carvalho em prol da força, a cerejeira em proveito da expressão, das emoções fortes ou do amor; as árvores frutiferas por fomentarem a abundância; e a nogueira ou pecã por propiciar a concentração de energia ou o inicio de novos projetos .</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Cada pessoa que fabrica um bastão que fala deve decidir o tipo de pessoa em pé que servirá ás suas necessidades e multiplicará as qualidades necessárias aos Conselhos tribais. A ornamentação do bastão também fala bastante e é muito reveladora.As cores das contas usadas no bastão possuem significado próprio. Em nossa tradição Seneca o vermelho está a serviço da fé, o amarelo do amor, o azul da intuição, o verde da vontade, o rosa da criatividade, o branco do magnetismo, o roxo de cura e da gratidão, o laranjado sentimento de parentesco em todas as cores vivas, o cinza da amizade e da sabedoria, e o marrom da conexão com a terra e da auto determinação. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Todas as cores pastéis servem para exaltar a profecia. O preto favorece a harmonia e a audição, e a transparencia do cristal é benefica para a clareza e a concentração. O tipo de penas e peles usadas num bastão também é muito importante. Cada criatura viva possui sua própria capacidade de cura e contribui para a magia do bastão, assim como para a energia dos conselhos tribais nos quais é utilizada. A pena da resposta é geralmente uma pena de águia, que representa ideais elevados, a verdade vista pelo olho perspicaz da águia, assim como a liberdade que decorre de falar toda a verdade de que se é capaz. A pena da resposta também pode ser a pena de um peru, considerado a águia da paz do sul, que promove atitudes pacificas e também a negociação necessária para dirimir as disputas. Nas tribos que vêem a coruja como boa remediadora, a pena de coruja também pode ser usada para impedir que a fraude penetre no espaço sagrado do conselho. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">As peles, os Pêlos ou os couros utilizados na confecção de um bastão trazem as habilidades, os talentos, dons e poderes ( qualidades curativas ) dessas criaturas para dentro do conselho das mais diversas maneiras. O buffalo traz abundancia, o alce traz boa forma fisica e vigor. O cervo traz brandura, o coelho traza capacidade de ouvir com suas enormes orelhas. O pelo da cauda ou da crina do cavalotraz perseverança e aumenta a conexão com a terra e com os espiritos do vento. O pelo do cavalo é especialmente benéfico se os ancestrais quecavalgaram o vento antes de nós vão ser consultados no conselho. No caso de alguma doença do coração, da mente, do espirito ou do corpo ter afetado o grupo reunido, a pele de cobra pode as vezes ser enrolada em torno do bastão para que a cura e a transmutação dos ventos possam ocorrer. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">O bastão que fala é um instrumento usado com o objetivo de que cada um de nós aprenda a honrar o sagrado ponto de vista de todas as criaturas vivas. Nas reuniões do conselho devemos honrar a sabedoria e os ensinamentos dos outros para que possamos ampliar nossos conhecimentos e nos relacionar de uma forma mais criativa com as outras pessoas. Sabemos que a grande roda da vida possui muitos raios e que cada um de nós passa por todos os raios, mais cedo ou mais tarde. As lições que aprendemos em cada um destes raios nos colocam mais perto da totalidade e da harmonia. Ao desenvolver a paciencia para com aqueles que não aprenderam ainda essas lições, teremos a oportunidade de nos tornar mais integros e harmonizados.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Existem várias lendas em torno do Apanhador dos Sonhos, de tribos diferentes pois ele faz parte de toda a América Nativa É atribuido ao Apanhador dos Sonhos ser o guardião dos nossos sonhos protegendo a noite de sonhos ruins e mal espiritos .</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Há Muito tempo atráz quando o mundo ainda era joven, um ancião Lakota lider espiritual estava no alto da montanha e teve uma visão. Na sua visão, <b>Iktomi (</b> a grande trapaceira e professora da sabedoria apareceu em forma de Aranha ). <b>Iktomi</b> falou com ele em uma lingua que só os lideres espirituais poderiam entender.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Conforme<b> Iktome</b> falava, levou ao ancião num circulo de salgueiro em forma de arco, que tinha penas , pelo de cavalo, miçangas e oferendas e começou a tecer uma teia. <b>Iktomi</b> falou ao ancião sobre os ciclos da vida e como nós começamos nossas vidas, passamos pela infância, a vida adulta e e finalmente nós ficamos mais velhos, anciãos e devemos ser cuidados como bebês novamente, completando o circulo. Mas, em cada periodo da vida há muitas forças, algumas boas e outras más. Se você ouvir as boas elas irão te conduzir na direção certa, mas se você ouvir as forças ruins elas irão te machucar e te guiará na direção errada.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> Há muitas forças indo para muitas direções que podem ajudar ou interferir com a harmonia da natureza e com o <b>Grande Espirito</b> e todo seu magnifico ensinamento. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Enquanto <b>Iktomi</b> falava ela continuava a tecer, começando de fora em direção ao centro. Quando ela terminou de tecer ela entrgou o Apanhador dos Sonhos ao ancião Lakota e disse : " Veja, a teia é uma ciclo perfeito mas há um buraco no centro do circulo. Use a teia para te ajudar a alcançar seus objetivos e usar o ensinamento do seu povo, como visão , idéias e sonhos. Se você acreditar no Grande Espirito a teia irá captar suas boas idéias e levará as ruins através do buraco no centro do apanhador de sonhos.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 15.45px;"> And I have to mention the occasions when Marian encouraged him for this love and triggered him to show his darkest side. I believe that deep inside he was just a man struggling against his own ghosts, trying to be good but did not know how to reveal it. He wanted to be loved but never knew who to evoke it. He wanted to be accepted through power, but allowed his emotions to get in the way of obtaining power. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;">"From now on, your hunters must first offer a prayer to the deer before killing him," said the messenger. "You must ask his pardon, stating you are forced only by the hunger needs of your tribe to kill the deer. Otherwise, a terrible disease will come to the hunter."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;">When a deer is slain by an Indian hunter, Chief Little Deer will run to the spot and ask the slain deer's spirit, "Did you hear the hunter's prayer for pardon?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;">"We must now make some arrows and another bow for your brother," said the Goddess to Sun-Child.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;">"Now I will tell you the truth, my sons," said the Goddess. "Your fathers, the Sun-God and Water-God, live far away in the middle of the great Western Water. Between here and there are great canyons where the walls of the cliffs clap together and would crush you.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;">"Even if you should succeed in getting through the canyons, there are the terrible reeds that you must cross. Their long knife-like sharp leaves will cut you into pieces.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;">"If you should escape the reeds, you can never cross the Grand Canyon, which comes first before you can reach the Great Water. You can never, never cross the water where your father's house is in the middle of the Great Water, the Western Ocean."</span></h3>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;">"Do not be afraid of me, I am your Grandmother. Come down into my lodge," she said four times.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;">The Twins blew in the four directions and the entrance enlarged enough for them to go through. Inside and to their amazement, they saw the lodge walls covered with bundles of bones wrapped in spider webs, exactly the way spiders wrap flies in a web.</span></h3>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;">"Do not be afraid, my grandsons," said Spider Woman. "These are the bones of bad men whom I killed."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;">Spider Woman talked with the Twins about encounters they might have on their trip. She taught them songs for their protection and explained what they could do to overcome obstacles they might meet on their way. "I will give each of you a magic Feather- Plume. Hold it before you as you travel, straight up or sideways to carry you safely forward," she said to the Twins.</span></h3>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;">"Be on the look out for a little man with a red head and a striped back. He will resemble a sand-scorpion, only a little larger--about the size of a Jerusalem cricket," she explained.</span></h3>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;">Many days later, the Twins heard a voice from the ground. It was from the little man with the red head.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;">"Do not scorn me because I am so small," he said. "I can and want to help you. Put your hands down on the ground and spit into them four times. Now close your fists, saving the spit until you come to the Big Water. There you can wash off the spit."</span></h3>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;">The Twins did exactly as they were told, and after thanking the little man with the red head, they again began their travel. Soon the canyon walls that smashed together loomed ahead of them.</span></h3>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;">They repeated Spider Woman's prayers, holding the Feather-Plumes sideways. As they moved forward the clapping walls stopped long enough to allow the Twins to walk through safely.</span></h3>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;">When they came to the jungle of sharp reeds, again they sang the song Spider Woman taught them, touching the tops of the reeds with their magical Feather-Plumes. Behold! The reeds turned into cattails, which pleased the reeds so much that they quickly opened a wide path for the Twins to pass through. A puzzling encounter for the Twins was the giant cliff. They walked around and around its rim, making a complete circle and finally returning to their starting place.</span></h3>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;">They were making no forward progress, so they sang songs taught them by their mother and Spider Woman. They prayed over and over again. When they opened their eyes, a beautiful Rainbow appeared, creating a large bridge for them to cross over the Grand Canyon of the Colorado River.</span></h3>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;">After this spectacular adventure, the Twins continued West for a long time, until they saw the Great Water before them. The Water spread so far, they wondered, "How can we ever reach the Turquoise House of Sun-God, which we know is in the middle of the Great Water?"</span></h3>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;">Behold! The Rainbow appeared again! A long Rainbow Bridge stretched before them from the beach to the Turquoise House.</span></h3>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;">Onto the Rainbow Bridge the Twins raced happily, find their two fathers, the Sun-God and the Water-God, who welcomed them in the Turquoise House at the end of the Rainbow Bridge.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;">A Dakota girl married a man who promised to treat her kindly, but he did not keep his word. He was unreasonable, fault-finding, and often beat her. Frantic with his cruelty, she ran away. The whole village turned out to search for her, but no trace of the missing wife was to be found.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;">Meanwhile, the fleeing woman had wandered about all that day and the next night. The next day she met a man, who asked her who she was. She did not know it, but he was not really a man, but the chief of the wolves.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;">"Come with me," he said, and he led her to a large village. She was amazed to see here many wolves -- gray and black, timber wolves and coyotes. It seemed as if all the wolves in the world were there.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;">The wolf chief led the young woman to a great tepee and invited her in. He asked her what she ate for food.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;">"Buffalo meat," she answered.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;">He called two coyotes and bade them bring what the young woman wanted. They bounded away and soon returned with the shoulder of a fresh-killed buffalo calf.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;">"How do you prepare it for eating?" asked the wolf chief.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;">"By boiling," answered the young woman.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;">Again he called the two coyotes. Away they bounded and soon brought into the tent a small bundle. In it were punk, flint and steel -- stolen, it may be, from some camp of men.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;">"How do you make the meat ready?" asked the wolf chief.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;">"I cut it into slices," answered the young woman.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;">The coyotes were called and in a short time fetched in a knife in its sheath. The young woman cut up the calf's shoulder into slices and ate it.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;">Thus she lived for a year, all the wolves being very kind to her. At the end of that time the wolf chief said to her:</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;">"Your people are going off on a buffalo hunt. Tomorrow at noon they will be here. You must then go out and meet them or they will fall on us and kill us."</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;">The next day at about noon the young woman went to the top of a neighboring knoll. Coming toward her were some young men riding on their ponies. She stood up and held her hands so that they could see her. They wondered who she was, and when they were close by gazed at her closely.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;">"A year ago we lost a young woman; if you are she, where have you been," they asked.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;">"I have been in the wolves' village. Do not harm them." she answered.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;">"We will ride back and tell the people," they said. </span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;">"Tomorrow again at noon, we shall meet you."</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;">The young woman went back to the wolf village, and the next day went again to a neighboring knoll, though to a different one. Soon she saw the camp coming in a long line over the prairie. First were the warriors, then the women and tents.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;">The young woman's father and mother were overjoyed to see her. But when they came near her the young woman fainted, for she could not now bear the smell of human kind. When she came to herself she said:</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;">"You must go on a buffalo hunt, my father and all the hunters. Tomorrow you must come again, bringing with you the tongues and choice pieces of the kill."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;">This he promised to do; and all the men of the camp mounted their ponies and they had a great hunt. The next day they returned with their ponies laden with the buffalo meat. </span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;">The young woman bade them pile the meat in a great heap between two hills which she pointed out to them. There was so much meat that the tops of the two hills were bridged level between by the meat pile. In the center of the pile the young woman planted a pole with a red flag. She then began to howl like a wolf, loudly.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;">In a moment the earth seemed covered with wolves. They fell greedily on the meat pile and in a short time had eaten the last scrap.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;">Her husband wanted her to come and live with him again. For a long time she refused. However, at last they became reconciled.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Animals, elements, the solar system, and natural phenomena are revered by the Apaches. That which is beyond their understanding is always ascribed to the supernatural.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In the beginning nothing existed--no earth, no sky, no sun, no moon, only darkness was everywhere.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Suddenly from the darkness emerged a thin disc, one side yellow and the other side white, appearing suspended in midair. Within the disc sat a small bearded man, Creator, the One Who Lives Above. As if waking from a long nap, he rubbed his eyes and face with both hands.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When he looked into the endless darkness, light appeared above. He looked down and it became a sea of light. To the east, he created yellow streaks of dawn. To the west, tints of many colours appeared everywhere. There were also clouds of different colours.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Creator wiped his sweating face and rubbed his hands together, thrusting them downward. Behold! A shining cloud upon which sat a little girl.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Stand up and tell me where are you going," said Creator. But she did not reply. He rubbed his eyes again and offered his right hand to the Girl-Without-Parents.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Where did you come from?" she asked, grasping his hand.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"From the east where it is now light," he replied, stepping upon her cloud.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Where is the earth?" she asked.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Where is the sky?" he asked, and sang, "I am thinking, thinking, thinking what I shall create next." He sang four times, which was the magic number.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Creator brushed his face with his hands, rubbed them together, then flung them wide open! Before them stood Sun-God. Again Creator rubbed his sweaty brow and from his hands dropped Small- Boy.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"What shall we make next?" asked Creator. "This cloud is much too small for us to live upon."</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Then he created Tarantula, Big Dipper, Wind, Lightning-Maker, and some western clouds in which to house Lightning-Rumbler, which he just finished.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Creator sang, "Let us make earth. I am thinking of the earth, earth, earth; I am thinking of the earth," he sang four times.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">All four gods shook hands. In doing so, their sweat mixed together and Creator rubbed his palms, from which fell a small round, brown ball, not much larger than a bean.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Creator kicked it, and it expanded. Girl-Without-Parents kicked the ball, and it enlarged more. Sun-God and Small-Boy took turns giving it hard kicks, and each time the ball expanded. Creator told Wind to go inside the ball and to blow it up.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Tarantula spun a black cord and, attaching it to the ball, crawled away fast to the east, pulling on the cord with all his strength. Tarantula repeated with a blue cord to the south, a yellow cord to the west, and a white cord to the north. With mighty pulls in each direction, the brown ball stretched to immeasurable size--it became the earth! No hills, mountains, or rivers were visible; only smooth, treeless, brown plains appeared.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Fly north, south, east, and west and tell us what you see," said Creator.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"All is well," reported Hummingbird upon his return. "The earth is most beautiful, with water on the west side."</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But the earth kept rolling and dancing up and down. So Creator made four giant posts--black, blue, yellow, and white to support the earth. Wind carried the four posts, placing them beneath the four cardinal points of the earth. The earth sat still.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Creator sang, "World is now made and now sits still," which he repeated four times.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Then he began a song about the sky. None existed, but he thought there should be one. After singing about it four times, twenty- eight people appeared to help make a sky above the earth. Creator chanted about making chiefs for the earth and sky.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He sent Lightning-Maker to encircle the world, and he returned with three uncouth creatures, two girls and a boy found in a turquoise shell. They had no eyes, ears, hair, mouths, noses, or teeth. They had arms and legs, but no fingers or toes.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sun-God sent for Fly to come and build a sweathouse. Girl- Without-Parents covered it with four heavy clouds. In front of the east doorway she placed a soft, red cloud for a foot-blanket to be used after the sweat.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Four stones were heated by the fire inside the sweathouse. The three uncouth creatures were placed inside. The others sang songs of healing on the outside, until it was time for the sweat to be finished. Out came the three strangers who stood upon the magic red cloud-blanket. Creator then shook his hands toward them, giving each one fingers, toes, mouths, eyes, ears, noses and hair.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Creator named the boy, Sky-Boy, to be chief of the Sky-People. One girl he named Earth-Daughter, to take charge of the earth and its crops. The other girl he named Pollen-Girl, and gave her charge of health care for all Earth-People.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Since the earth was flat and barren, Creator thought it fun to create animals, birds, trees, and a hill. He sent Pigeon to see how the world looked. Four days later, he returned and reported, "All is beautiful around the world. But four days from now, the water on the other side of the earth will rise and cause a mighty flood."</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Creator made a very tall pinon tree. Girl-Without-Parents covered the tree framework with pinon gum, creating a large, tight ball.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In four days, the flood occurred. Creator went up on a cloud, taking his twenty-eight helpers with him. Girl-Without-Parents put the others into the large, hollow ball, closing it tight at the top.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In twelve days, the water receded, leaving the float-ball high on a hilltop. The rushing floodwater changed the plains into mountains, hills, valleys, and rivers. Girl-Without-Parents led the gods out from the float-ball onto the new earth. She took them upon her cloud, drifting upward until they met Creator with his helpers, who had completed their work making the sky during the flood time on earth.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Together the two clouds descended to a valley below. There, Girl- Without-Parents gathered everyone together to listen to Creator.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"I am planning to leave you," he said. "I wish each of you to do your best toward making a perfect, happy world.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"You, Lightning-Rumbler, shall have charge of clouds and water.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"You, Sky-Boy, look after all Sky-People.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"You, Earth-Daughter, take charge of all crops and Earth-People.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"You, Pollen-Girl, care for their health and guide them.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"You, Girl-Without-Parents, I leave you in charge over all."</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Creator then turned toward Girl-Without-Parents and together they rubbed their legs with their hands and quickly cast them forcefully downward. Immediately between them arose a great pile of wood, over which Creator waved a hand, creating fire.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Great billowy clouds of smoke at once drifted skyward. Into this cloud, Creator disappeared. The other gods followed him in other clouds of smoke, leaving the twenty-eight workers to people the earth.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sun-God went east to live and travel with the Sun. Girl-Without- Parents departed westward to live on the far horizon. Small-Boy and Pollen-Girl made cloud homes in the south. Big Dipper can still be seen in the northern sky at night, a reliable guide to all.</span></blockquote>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027526085733269704.post-62632193126481418642012-12-09T10:51:00.000-08:002012-12-09T10:51:20.350-08:00The Legend of First Woman ( Cherokee legend )<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When he got bored, he used his mind and strength differently. He shot arrows at the deer without really needing to. He picked the plants and didn't use them. He tore up the animal's dens just to see if he could do it. And soon the animals became concerned about the new creature.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The owl said, "You told us the man had a mind and he is to respect us." The deer said, " I don't want to be disrespectful, but you told us the man would need more of us deer than any other animal. If he keeps killing us like he is now, very soon there won't be any deer left."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Oh," said the Great One, "thank you, thank you. I had not thought about something I left out in this man."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The Great One said, "Yes, there is something missing because I was in such an excited hurry to make him. But I know now what is missing."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Stand back" he said. He made a green plant to grow up tall. The plant grew up right over the man's heart, up toward Galunti. It was a plant with long, graceful leaves and then an ear and a golden tassel. Above the tall plant was a woman, a beautiful, tall, brown woman growing from the stalk of corn.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The man woke up and thought he was dreaming. He rubbed his eyes and said, "This is not true. In a minute, I'll wake up and be just as bored as I was before. Oh, I am so lonely."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The Great One sort of kicked him in the behind. "Get up you lazy thing," the Great One said. "Be a man for your lady." Now no one had any reason to think this man was a mannerly individual. Recently he had certainly not been acting like a real gentleman. But we don't have to be taught manners. We need someone to expect the best from us and we use the manners the Great One has already given us. So the man got up and brushed himself off and gallantly offered his hand to the woman who came down from the stalk of corn.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The woman said, "No, wait a minute." The man didn't argue or huff. He just waited until she asked. She reached up and pulled two good ears of corn to take with her. Then she said, "I'm ready." Do you know why she wanted the corn? She couldn't have known yet that the corn would be an important food. She just knew that she had sprung from the corn and she needed to take something of her heritage with her.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The Great One remembered that although each man will sometimes need to be alone, each man will also need companionship to be his best.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Over a period of time, the man and the woman built a home where they kept the corn for planting. The next spring she planted her corn and it grew into a beautiful plant. It was probably the next year that she noticed a large bird who became sacred to the Cherokee, a large bird who stays usually on the ground. We call this bird a turkey. The turkey became sacred to the Cherokee because they could watch what he ate, and then they would know it was safe to eat.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">One morning the woman noticed the turkey eating the tender corn. She knew then the corn was food and it was time to eat the corn. That evening she set a pottery pot of corn in the middle of her cook fire. She covered the pot with a curve of chestnut bark. When the man came in to eat his fish stew, she didn't tell him what she had cooked. She just pulled an ear of corn from the pot and pealed it back so he could smell it. He thought it was the best aroma he had ever smelled and he began to eat the first corn of the spring.</span><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027526085733269704.post-52126630129744380522012-08-26T11:15:00.000-07:002012-08-26T11:15:04.859-07:00The Lakota Legend - The Origin of Peace Pipe<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Long, long ago, two young and handsome Lakota were chosen by their band to find out where the buffalo were. While the men were riding in the buffalo country, they saw someone in the distance walking toward them.<br /><br />As always they were on the watch for any enemy. So they hid in some bushes and waited. At last the figure came up the slope. To their surprise, the figure walking toward them was a woman.<br /><br />When she came closer, she stopped and looked at them. They knew that she could see them, even in their hiding place. On her left arm she carried what looked like a stick in a bundle of sagebrush. Her face was beautiful. One of the men said, "She is more beautiful than anyone I have ever seen. I want her for my wife."<br />But the other man replied, "How dare you have such a thought? She is wondrously beautiful and holy--far above ordinary people." Though still at a distance, the woman heard them talking. She laid down her bundle and spoke to them. "Come. What is it you wish?"<br /><br />The man who had spoken first went up to her and laid his hands on her as if to claim her. At once, from somewhere above, there came a whirlwind. Then there came a mist, which hid the man and the woman. When the mist cleared, the other man saw the woman with the bundle again on her arm. But his friend was a pile of bones at her feet.<br /><br /><br />The man stood silent in wonder and awe. Then the beautiful woman spoke to him. "I am on a journey to your people. Among them is a good man whose name is Bull Walking Upright. I am coming to see him especially.<br /><br />"Go on ahead of me and tell your people that I am on my way. Ask them to move camp and to pitch their tents in a circle. Ask them to leave an opening in the circle, facing the north. In the centre of the circle, make a large tepee, also facing the north. There I will meet Bull Walking Upright and his people."<br /><br />The man saw to it that all her directions were followed. When she reached the camp, she removed the sagebrush from the gift she was carrying. The gift was a small pipe made of red stone. On it was carved the tiny outline of a buffalo calf.<br /><br />The pipe she gave to Bull Walking Upright, and then she taught him the prayers he should pray to the Strong One Above. "When you pray to the Strong One Above, you must use this pipe in the ceremony. When you are hungry, unwrap the pipe and lay it bare in the air. Then the buffalo will come where the men can easily hunt and kill them. So the children, the men, and the women will have food and be happy."<br /><br />The beautiful woman also told him how the people should behave in order to live peacefully together. She taught them the prayers they should say when praying to their Mother Earth. She told him how they should decorate themselves for ceremonies.<br /><br />"The earth," she said, "is your mother. So, for special ceremonies, you will decorate yourselves as your mother does--in black and red, in brown and white. These are the colours of the buffalo also.<br /><br />"Above all else, remember that this is a peace pipe that I have given you. You will smoke it before all ceremonies. You will smoke it before making treaties. It will bring peaceful thoughts into your minds. If you will use it when you pray to the Strong One above and to Mother Earth you will be sure to receive the blessings that you ask."<br /><br />When the woman had completed her message, she turned and slowly walked away.<br />All the people watched her in awe. Outside the opening of the circle, she stopped for an instant and then lay down on the ground. She rose again in the form of a black buffalo cow. Again she lay down and then arose in the form of a red buffalo cow. A third time she lay down, and arose as a brown buffalo cow. The fourth and last time she had the form of a spotlessly white buffalo cow. Then she walked toward the north into the distance and finally disappeared over a far-off hill.<br /><br />Bull Walking Upright kept the peace pipe carefully wrapped most of the time. Every little while he called all his people together, untied the bundle, and repeated the lessons he had been taught by the beautiful woman. And he used it in prayers and other ceremonies until he was more than one hundred years old.<br /><br />When he became feeble, he held a great feast. There he gave the pipe and the lessons to Sunrise, a worthy man. In a similar way the pipe was passed down from generation to generation.<br />"As long as the pipe is used," the beautiful woman had said, "Your people will live and will be happy. As soon as it is forgotten, the people will perish."</span><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027526085733269704.post-34378219394871353552012-08-26T10:53:00.001-07:002012-08-26T10:53:27.725-07:00The Lakota Legend of Dream Catcher<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Long ago when the world was young, an old Lakota spiritual leader was on a high mountain and had a vision.In his vision, Iktomi, the great trickster and teacher of wisdom, appeared in the form of a spider.<br />
Iktomi spoke to him in a sacred language that only the spiritual leaders of the Lakota could understand.<br />
As he spoke Iktomi, the spider, took the elder's willow hoop which had feathers, horse hair, beads and offerings on it and began to spin a web.<br />
He spoke to the elder about the cycles of life...and how we begin our lives as infants and we move on to childhood, and then to adulthood. Finally, we go to old age where we must be taken care of as infants, completing the cycle.<br />
"But," Iktomi said as he continued to spin his web, "in each time of life there are many forces -- some good and some bad. If you listen to the good forces, they will steer you in the right direction. But if you listen to the bad forces, they will hurt you and steer you in the wrong direction."<br />
He continued, "There are many forces and different directions that can help or interfere with the harmony of nature, and also with the great spirit and all of his wonderful teachings."<br />
All the while the spider spoke, he continued to weave his web starting from the outside and working towards the center.<br />
When Iktomi finished speaking, he gave the Lakota elder the web and said...."See, the web is a perfect circle but there is a hole in the center of the circle."<br />
He said, "Use the web to help yourself and you people to reach your goals and make use of your people's ideas, dreams and visions.<br />
"If you believe in the great spirit, the web will catch your good ideas -- and the bad ones will go through the hole."<br />
The Lakota elder passed on his vision to his people and now the Sioux Indians use the dream catcher as the web of their life.<br />
It is hung above their beds or in their home to sift their dreams and visions.<br />
The good in their dreams are captured in the web of life and carried with them...but the evil in their dreams escapes through the hole in the center of the web and are no longer a part of them.<br />
They believe that the dream catcher holds the destiny of their future.<br />
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THE LEGEND OF THE DREAM CATCHER<br />According to legend, dreams are messages from sacred spirits. It is said that the hole in the center of the web allows the good dreams through while bad dreams are trapped in the web until they disappear in the morning sun. Dream Catchers are believed to bless the "sleeping one" with pleasant dreams, good luck and harmony.<br />
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Chief Quanah Parker of the Kwahadi Comanche</b>
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A Hard People in a Hard Land: Our forefathers were men of steel, and our
mothers were women of iron. In our shared world in this new order, it is
difficult to even imagine their strength and endurance. The battles fought
merely to survive were tests of muscle and sinew; it took great might and skill
to scratch a life from forest and plain.<br />
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Even before the Troubles began, life was harder than modern woodsmen face. Tools
were Stone-Age primitive, existence won only by extreme effort. Agriculture was
unknown to many, and just beginning for a few tribes. Hunger was a constant
companion, especially for the pre-agriculture tribes, relieved only by
successful hunts. Except for a few basic herbs, medicine was unknown; a small
injury was often life ending. All adults and most children lived with pain,
from the inevitable sicknesses, accidents and wounds.<br />
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This was true of the forest and plains people, so how much more for those who
scratched existence from the desert southwest. Though there are certainly
verdant meadows, sparkling streams and lush grasses, there is still more land
that is arid, sun-scorched and nearly barren. It is a land of dangerous
varmints and poisonous reptiles, with little comfort to promote gentle ways.<br />
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The people of these dry lands possessed a great sense of beauty, of balance and
harmony with nature, a spiritual people, fiercely loyal to their own families
and tribes. But they were in a harsh environment, and their ways showed this
influence. From childhood on, they were taught to disregard their own pains.
Boys suffered the most arduous rites of passage to become men. Girls learned
from childhood to accept their roles without complaint. Compassion and empathy
were not highly developed emotions.<br />
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Their war chests held little mercy for their foes. The End Game, in which the
tribes of the southwest were undone, was characterized by severe brutalities,
cruelty and torture. These skills had been honed by centuries of contact with
the Spanish and the Mexican soldiers and bandits. When the white settlers came
to Texas, Western Oklahoma, New Mexico and Arizona, the regional tribes used
what they had to combat them. Unfortunately, the white men who came first were
also hard-bitten and cruel, quick to practice the meanest, most vicious kind of
inhumanities on the Native Americans.<br />
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Before we who live in a more gentle age condemn them, it is good to look at the
state of the world. In Russia, the vast majority of the population were serfs,
little better than slaves, and if they complained, brutally slain. In Spain,
the Inquisitors were torturing anyone who didn't conform to Catholic dogma. In
England, they still burned witches. In America, Southerners held black men (and
quite a few Scots) in abject slavery, using beatings and even mutilations to
subdue anyone who tried to escape. The slave business was thriving in Africa,
as tribesmen sold their enemies to the Muslims. In China, life had no worth,
and the warlords had power over everyone. In Japan, they boiled humans as
punishment. All over the world, no one was very compassionate of their enemies'
discomforts. Mercy is a modern concept, unfortunately still only skin deep.<br />
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The Comanche were probably the most hated of all the tribes. A hard people in a
hard land, they fought settlers with guerilla type warfare, and practiced
hideous tortures on their enemies. They did this with other tribes, they did
this with Mexicans, and when the white men came, they used these fearsome tools
to try to save themselves. When the settlers struck back, they were equally
merciless.<br />
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The Unconquered Comanche</b><br />
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Once the Comanche lived in the grass-covered rolling hills of Wyoming, part of
the Eastern Shoshone, until they broke away. After the horses came, they
gradually migrated southward from 1700. By 1800, there were probably 20,000
Comanche between the Arkansas River and the foothills of the Rocky Mountains.
This number included a great many women and children prisoners, captured in raids
from other tribes and from Mexican villages.<br />
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Almost half of the Comanche died in the great smallpox and cholera epidemics of
1849-50. Most of the survivors lived in the Staked Plains, that area of
flatland that extends from Western Oklahoma, across the Texas Panhandle, and
into New Mexico. (The Staked Plains were given that name because stakes were
driven into the ground to mark trails across the featureless wasteland.)<br />
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We call them <b>"the Lords of the Prairie"</b> because of their great
prowess with horses. They were probably the first tribe to build a horse
culture, and became extremely adept at stealing, breeding and raising horses,
which were sold to other tribes, and even to the white men heading toward
California in 1849. People used to say that the Comanche stole every horse in
the Southwest, but that is surely an exaggeration. But it is no exaggeration to
say that they became the best horsemen in history, rivaled only by the
Mongolian warriors under Genghis Kahn.<br />
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This caused a lot of jealous rivalry, and lead to many wars when other tribes
tried to steal horses from the Comanche. They eventually made peace with the
Kiowa, Kiowa-Apache, Cheyenne and Arapaho, but continued hostilities with every
other tribe on the plains. At the same time, they began stealing cattle from
Texas, most of which they sold to settlers in New Mexico, where they also sold
some of their captive women and children.<br />
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Life was simple. The tribe was divided into a dozen or so bands, but members
could switch back and forth among the groups. Men were definitely dominant;
women didn't speak in council, nor make many of their own choices. They
primarily ate buffalo meat, and the buffalo provided their housing, clothing
and most of their physical needs. The men were good hunters, and the women
gathered whatever edible vegetation was available. The Comanche did not
practice ritual cannibalism; they also refused to eat dog meat and were
horrified when some of their allies did.<br />
<br />
The 1700s were filled with sporadic warfare between the Comanche and everyone
they encountered. This included the Ute, Apache, and the Spanish. At the same
time, they did business with all these people, and with the French traders, who
exchanged firearms for horses and mules that eventually went to plantation
owners. During the last quarter of the century, the Spanish made several large
military soirees against Comanche settlements, but eventually entered into an
uneasy peace. This resulted in New Mexico having a friendly trading
relationship with the Comanche for almost a hundred years, even though Texas
and northern Mexico were still prime targets for raids and kidnapping.<br />
<br />
After Texas won its independence, Sam Houston tried unsuccessfully to make
treaty with the Comanche. What headway he made in this direction ended when he
became president of Texas, and Mirabeau Lamar took over the Comanche
negotiations.<br />
<br />
Lamar wanted to obtain the return of the captive Texans held by the Comanche.
He arranged a meeting in March of 1840 for this purpose, and twelve war chiefs
came in under a white flag. When the Texans saw the condition of the one
hostage brought in, they started asking questions. Angry at what they learned
about the treatment of captured prisoners, they ended the peace negotiations.
But instead of letting the twelve Comanche leaders leave, the Texans killed
them, despite the flag of truce. After that there was open warfare, culminating
in a militia ambush of the main body of Comanche at Plum Creek.<br />
<br />
The Santa Fe Trail engendered special treaties, along with promises of gifts.
To mark the occasion, a Comanche delegation visited Washington D.C. to meet
President Polk. But proper boundaries were never set, the gifts and trading
posts never arrived, and the Comanche continued to raid settlers. The Texas
Rangers were formed to fight the Comanche, but even if one band were forced to
make peace, some other band would continue hostilities.<br />
<br />
This pretty well typifies the history of the Comanche and the settlers. Battles
bred treaties; treaties got broken. Sporadic raids caused continual conflict.
And, the Comanche were often blamed for everything that went wrong in the
southwest. The Apache or Pawnee or Arapahoe might raid a Mexican village or a
settler's ranch, only to have it blamed on the Comanches. The scalped and
mutilated bodies would be publicly displayed to enrage the populace, then the
whites would attack the first encampment they came across, regardless of who
was there. (It was probably Comanche raids that produced the mutilated bodies
shown in Denver, which prompted Governor John Evans and Colonel John Chivington
to the slaughter of the Cheyenne at Sand Creek in 1864.) Both sides considered
it fair game to kill women, children and old people along with the fighting
men. And both sides practiced mutilations, brutality and torture.<br />
<br /><b>
The Raid That Changed the Comanche Destiny</b><br />
<br />
In 1833, the Parker Family settled along the Navasota River in what is now
Texas but was then the Comancheria. Elder John Parker and his three sons, along
with other Baptist pilgrims from Illinois, built Fort Parker. They chose a site
that was considerably deeper into Comanche territory than any other settlers
had ventured. People in the area warned them they might be asking for trouble.
But the Parkers came from a long line of settlers and Indian fighters, and felt
ready for whatever might happen.<br />
<br />
It is unknown whether this braggadocio was the cause, or whether it was because
of the incursion into their territory, or if in fact it was merely random
choice. Probably all three facts contributed to what was to follow. The
structure of the fort also may have angered the Comanches. It had 12 foot walls
made of pointed logs, with blockhouses, corrals and cabins inside, and looked
very much like military forts of the day.<br />
<br />
On May 19, 1836, a large band of Kiowa, Caddo, Wichita and Comanche warriors
appeared with a white flag, while the men were working the fields outside the
fort. Survivors varied in their reports, estimating their numbers everywhere
from 100 to 500. One of the sons, Benjamin Parker, talked to them, and was told
they just wanted some beef to eat and a safe place to camp. He returned to the
fort to get the meat, and warned the settlers that he feared there would be
trouble. Despite their urgings that he stay inside, he went back to the
gathering, and was immediately murdered.<br />
<br />
The band of warriors rushed the fort and battered down the doors. Five settlers
were killed, and a number of others were severely wounded (some died of their
wounds later.) The warriors also took captives, among them the pregnant Mrs.
Rachel Plummer, her two-year-old son, and Mrs. Elizabeth Kellogg, plus two of
the Parker children, Cynthia Ann and her brother John.<br />
<br />
Eventually the two women were ransomed and returned, Mrs. Kellogg in about six
months, and Mrs. Plummer about a year after that. Both women told terrible
tales of their capture, rapes, beatings and enslavement. Mrs. Plummer in
particular described a nightmare of abuse, including the theft of her
two-year-old son, and an unconfirmed horror story about the murder of the child
born while she was captive<br />
<br />
The two Parker children, Cynthia Ann, age 8-9, and John, age 6, were kept,
adopted and raised as Comanche. It's been reported that John became a Comanche
warrior, who eventually married a Mexican captive and settled down to ranching.<br />
<br />
Cynthia Ann was raised with the tribe, and eventually married Chief Peta
Nocona. She had three children, two boys and a girl. In 1860 Texas Rangers
recaptured her in a raid on the Pease River, where Peta Nocona was killed. She
and her daughter were returned to her uncles who had never given up hope.<br />
<br />
But Cynthia had been with the Comanche for 24 years, and she missed her two
sons. She tried to return several times, and never readjusted to living with
the whites. She died in either 1864 or '70 (reports vary) and was buried in
Anderson County Texas. (If this all sounds familiar, it's because the Cynthia
Ann Parker story was the basis of the movie "The Searchers".)<br />
<br />
The Fort Parker Indian Massacre may have been the worst in Texas' bloody
history up to that time, but it was fairly typical of the raids practiced
against the white settlers of the southwest. There was one thing, however, that
made it stand apart, historically more significant than all the rest. And that
was Cynthia Ann's son, fathered by her husband Chief Peta Nocona. His name was
Quanah Parker.<br />
<br /><b>
Quanah Parker -- The Great Chief of the Comanche</b>
<br />
Quanah was probably born in 1845, when the band camped near the Wichita
Mountains, now part of Oklahoma. The son of Chief Peta Nocona and the white
captive Cynthia Ann Parker, his childhood was undoubtedly typical for his
tribe. He would have learned to ride by the time he was three or four; he
probably was put on horseback before he walked.<br />
<br />
As part of the Nokoni band, life would have been filled with continual
movement, following the buffalo; skirmishing with other tribes; trading with
other Indians, Mexicans and French; avoiding army troopers, and above all,
learning weaponry and horsemanship. He would have mastered the use of the
lance, bow and arrow, and knife. Although the Comanche owned firearms, they did
not consider them accurate enough when galloping on horseback. Still, it is
natural to expect that Quanah Parker would have owned a rifle and been an
expert marksman.<br />
<br />
Since Cynthia Ann Parker was taken as a child, it is doubtful he would have
learned much from her of the white men's ways. She may have remembered, but
Comanche women were encouraged to keep to themselves, and above all, to keep
quiet. Instead, Quanah would have spent his youth watching the braves, hearing
about their raids and conquests, longing for the day he would be allowed to go
with them into battle. He may or may not have gone through the arduous ordeal
initiating boys into manhood; the cruel practice was gradually falling out of
fashion and was eventually banned. He probably did participate in the Sun
Dance, and probably took part in some kind of vision quest as an adolescent.<br />
<br />
By the time his mother and sister were stolen and his father killed, in 1860 by
the Texas Rangers under command of Lawrence Sullivan Ross, Quanah was ten or
fifteen years old, depending on which birth date you accept. In either case,
the raid on his band's encampment, the deaths of relatives and friends, and the
loss of mother, father and sister would have solidified his hatred of the
whites. The Nokoni survivors, after the raid in 1860, joined forces with the
Quahada (often spelled Kwahada) band and mostly occupied the Staked Plains. By
that point in Quanah's life, he was probably already accompanying his band on
raids and in battles; after the Texas Rangers took his mom and killed his dad,
you can be certain he was even more eager to seek revenge.<br />
<br />
The Comanche had another reason to hate the whites that were flooding into the
southwest. They carried disease and epidemic. It happened first in the late
1700s, then again in 1816. The California gold rush brought smallpox again in
1848, and cholera in 1849. Between 1849 and 1851, the government census
estimated their numbers dropped from 20,000 to 12,000. Although the germ theory
of disease was unknown, they weren't stupid -- they could certainly tell that
the disease followed their encounters with the white men. And it wasn't over.
By 1870, the two diseases had reduced them to 8,000 and falling.<br />
<br />
Then there was the matter of the buffalo. Once there were sixty million buffalo
on the plains. In the last half of the 19th Century, they were slaughtered into
extinction. Not only were they hunted for sport, for food and for hides, they
were deliberately wiped out in order to starve the Plains Indians to death. As
Quanah was growing up, the buffalo were growing more and more scarce, the herds
getting smaller and smaller. And the Comanche understood exactly what was
happening and why. They knew it was a deliberate plan to eliminate their
livelihood.<br />
<br />
The 1840s and 1850s were filled with more or less constant raids, especially on
the Mexicans and on the Texans. In 1854, the first three reservations were
established on the Brazos, but only some of the bands agreed to go in.
Unfortunately, they continued to raid settlers, and in 1859, a couple of
hundred settlers attacked one of the reservations. The attack was unsuccessful,
but it did cause the reservations to be closed, and the Native Americans who
were there were moved to Oklahoma. Then Rangers attacked the remaining
Comanche.<br />
<br />
This was the climate of Quanah Parker's youth. Warfare was constant. Treaties
were made, lines drawn on maps, then one side or another would break their
promises. The cavalry attacked a village and killed 80-100 Comanche; the
Comanche retaliated with more raids and attacks as they tried to drive back the
settlers. A new treaty, new promises and more lines on maps, and the same
pattern repeated itself. At the same time, the Comanche continued warfare with
other tribes. In particular, they hated the Tonkawa because of their practice
of cannibalism, and in 1862 participated with Delaware and Shawnee tribes in a
massacre that killed 300 Tonkawa.<br />
<br />
America's War Between the States turned attention away from these problems, and
the Comancheria regained some of its lost land. Many Indians were recruited
into both the Union and Confederate Armies west of the Mississippi, where they
were generally used as scouts and hunters. However, the frontier army was
mostly Union, and mostly made up of men who had no desire to face Confederate
cannon. They instead were especially anxious to kill Comanche and Apache.<br />
<br />
We do not know exactly when Quanah Parker began riding with the braves of the
Quahada, but he certainly was at Adobe Walls, when Kit Carson and his column of
soldiers attacked in autumn of 1864. Carson and his troops found more Comanche
than they could handle, and were forced to retreat. This was just five days
before Chivington attacked the Sand Creek village in Colorado and killed 300
Cheyenne.<br />
<br />
By 1865, all the plains tribes were at war; the Oregon, Overland and Santa Fe
trails were closed. But as the Civil War came to an end, more and more troops
were sent west. As previously abandoned posts were recovered, new treaties were
arranged, including the Little Arkansas Treaty of 1865 that gave the Comanche
and Kiowa the western half of Oklahoma, and the Texas Panhandle. As part of the
settlement, cash and goods were promised.<br />
<br />
But all they got were spoiled old Civil War rations. General William Sherman
ordered that no more ransoms should be paid to regain captives, thinking that
would halt the kidnapping raids. This led to some brutal murders of captives in
front of Army commanders, to show the flaw in Sherman's plan.<br />
<br />
In 1867, the Medicine Lodge Creek peace conference exchanged the Comancheria
for three million acres in Oklahoma. But the Quahada were suffering through an
outbreak of cholera, so didn't attend the conference nor sign the treaty. Raids
and retaliations continued. The white men stole thousands of horses from the
Comanche in the 1870s, and in 1872 captured 130 Comanche women and children at
the McClellan Creek encampment. In 1873, after months of negotiations during
which the raids were slowed, these women and children were sent to Fort Sill
Oklahoma.<br />
<br />
By 1874, there were less than a million buffalo left, and these were being
systematically exterminated. In June, a combined Comanche-Cheyenne war party
attacked an encampment of buffalo hunters at Adobe Walls. The Second Battle of
Adobe Walls started the Buffalo War (also called the Red River War.) But this
was the last great struggle for the southern plains, and it was almost over.<br />
<br />
Many warriors of the plains tribes left the reservations and joined the last
holdouts on the Staked Plains. But the burning of the camp at Palo Duro Canyon,
at the end of September, and the killing of 2,000 horses, left most of the
remaining warriors on foot. That winter was a horrible time of terror, with
constant harassing by the army, starvation, and cold. In April, the first 200
Quahada went in. On June 2, 1875, the last 400 Quahada surrendered at Fort
Sill, Oklahoma, led by Quanah Parker.<br />
<br /><b>
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When we began this odyssey into the history of the Great Chiefs, I warned that
there was little joy to be found in this study, only pain and sorrow. But
Quanah Parker belies that. The measure of his greatness is that he created a
new world for his people. Today we will smile at his memory.<br />
<br />
Although we know only a little of his battle exploits, we know he was brave and
strong, and admired by the men who rode with him. The Comanche do not offer
allegiance based on hereditary claim. Although Quanah Parker was the son of
Chief Peta Nocona, he had no claim to that title until he earned it. And earn
it he did; he led the most warlike Comanche band of all, the Quahadas. Never
doubt that he was a mighty warrior, and a great chief.<br />
<br />
But his greatest accomplishments lay ahead, on that bitter June day when he led
his men into Fort Sill. These proud men -- their hearts must have been
breaking, as they rode in -- anticipated little but dishonor and death; their
world was in ruins and life as they knew it had ended.<br />
<br />
Yet Quanah slipped easily into the reservation, and quickly assumed his natural
role as leader and counselor for the Comanche there. The federal agents spotted
his evident strength, and named him as chief over the entire tribe, the only
time the Comanche ever had an overall leader. They went along with this, and allowed
him to shepherd them into a new life.<br />
<br />
He knew that, above all, his people needed sustenance -- food, shelter, and an
occupation to produce pride and money. So he set about redesigning their world.<br />
<br />
He started building schools on the reservation, and told the youths to learn
all about the white men and their strange ways. He told his people to build
proper houses in the style of the white men. He told them to raise crops, and
to build cattle ranches.<br />
<br />
He struck deals with the Texas cattlemen, and charged a toll for cattle trains
to cross reservation land. In return, there was no raiding of the herds, and
the cowboys shortened their trip to market by this shortcut. He leased grassy
lands to the cattlemen to graze their stock. As he explained to the tribe, the
white men were already doing these things, but now the Comanche were earning
money from them. (And doesn't it make you smile to think of the Texans chunking
out the cash to the Comanche?!)<br />
<br />
He used the money earned to buy needed supplies of food and blankets for his
tribe. Then he started building herds for his people, so that they quickly
slipped from impoverishment to security.<br />
<br />
Not everyone agreed with his methods, of course, and it was a constant struggle
to keep moving forward. Of course there were Comanche who wanted to reject
everything white, even though it would mean starvation and death. But Quanah,
with his great style and charisma, was able to direct his people through this
fearful time, always looking ahead to better times.<br />
<br />
He invested in a railroad, the Acme & Pacific Railway. He became an
associate of many Texas ranchers, and through them learned more. He negotiated
business agreements, he helped establish a Comanche police force, he allowed
himself to be interviewed by journalists. He became a friend of Theodore
Roosevelt, and rode in his inauguration parade in 1905, then went wolf hunting
with him later that spring.<br />
<br />
He took his mother's name and became Quanah Parker, then adopted the white
men's way of dress, often appearing in suit and tie. And this was one beautiful
Native American; his handsome grey-eyed face became America's most popular
Indian portrait. But he changed so far, and no further -- he refused to cut his
lovely long braids, refused to become monogamous and kept his seven wives and
children in a 22-room house. He rejected Christianity, and encouraged Native
Americans to use peyote in their religious ceremonies. He never forgot his
past, and he never forsook his people.<br />
<br />
Quanah died at home of pneumonia, surrounded by friends and family, on February
23, 1911. He was probably 66, or perhaps 61, depending on which birthday you
accept. He was beloved by his people, and admired by his old enemies who now
knew him for the great man he was. Today his body and that of his mother,
Cynthia Ann Parker, lie side by side, buried with honor at Fort Sill, Oklahoma.<br />
<br />
In 1901, the Comanche Reservation was closed. Every tribal member was given 160
acres, and paid $1.25 per acre for the land taken away. There are 10,000 tribal
members left, over half of them still living on their own property in Oklahoma.
They are widely considered to be the most prosperous Native Americans, with the
best educations.<br />
<br />
In World War I, Comanche braves volunteered as code talkers, then again in 1941
for World War II when Comanche was the code-language for D-Day and Patton's
tank invasion. They earned thanks, both from this nation and from France, for
their heroism under fire.<br />
<br />
The heart still rides the Staked Plains; the spirit still climbs the snowy
mountain. The Comanche People still survive, but now with eyes ever forward to
a new world. And Quanah Parker was the great man, the Great Chief, who made it
so.<br />
<br /><br />
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( Text written by Joyce Worley is proud of her Cherokee heritage. <br />
A well-known journalist and historian from Missouri, Joyce now resides in
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