Saturday, November 17, 2012

We Shall Live Again
The Ghost Dance

I'm just done with complaining about the Obama administration. Whatever evil which comes our way as a result of our recent election, we deserve.  Anyone with common sense must see that the present Democratic party promises goodies they cannot deliver; which makes those promises lies. Out and out lies.  
To our collective detriment, Democratic lies/promises will continue to dominate.  Their goal is one-party-rule: Totalitarianism by any other name is still .... 

I only have two or three opportunities left here at the LMC to preach.  Over six-plus years, I have tried to keep Native American wisdom alive in an arena where Americans as a whole could come drink. Among Indians, European migration is seen as bullying.  Invaders to our land.  With them came many noble characteristics, which the Native already possessed, but soon belittled, dismissed; nevertheless, the European way was forced upon a peaceful people, calling it civilization.

It was/is anything but civilized.  But whether by defeat or by acquiescence, the Indian tribes accepted European/white expansion into our world.  By way of analogy, Indians were sailing on a peaceful ocean in a spacious ship, with plenty of food and justice for all.  Our ship was boarded by Europeans who took over the management of the ship.  Over time now, the ship has sprung many leaks, and we are sinking.  Since we are all on the ship together, Indians must be a part of the attempt to save the ship, to plug the leaks, to bail the rising water. 
The analogy does not end there, by any means- we understand our mutual need, our symbiosis.
For there are other pirates sailing these waters, eager to board this ship, to take over.

The Democratic party, throughout it's existence, has lied to us all: the Negros, the elderly, Indians, urbanites, farmers, women-- saying, "We have the solutions to your problems.  Just keep voting for us."
Still the problems exist, they even grow and get worse, only because of the need to have continual power over people's lives, to be an ever growing, integral part of everything we do.
They embrace Natives' love of the Earth, and twist it grotesquely into laws and regulations which starve us; they take a woman's desire to be an equal to man, and twist it grotesquely into sexual revolution, and to infanticide.

They disregard traditions, which have been well tested, proven by centuries of time, and introduce "Hope and Change", without a clue in Whom Hope rests, or saying why Change is necessary.
Hollywood liberals feed us excrement and call it 'entertainment', then tell us all how to live, because morally bereft misery loves company.  
Technically, Thanksgiving and Hope-n-Change are opposites.  think about that a while

Happy 105th Birthday yesterday, Oklahoma~!  I am anxious to be with you again.

You have noticed that everything an Indian does is a circle,
and that is because the Power of the World always works in circles,
and everything and everything tries to be round.

In the old days all our power came to us from the sacred hoop
of the nation and so long as the hoop was unbroken the people
flourished. The flowering tree was the living center of the hoop,
and the circle of the four quarters nourished it. The east gave peace
and light, the south gave warmth, the west gave rain and the north
with its cold and mighty wind gave strength and endurance. This
knowledge came to us from the outer world with our religion.

Everything the power of the world does is done in a circle.
The sky is round and I have heard that the earth is round like a ball
and so are all the stars. The wind, in its greatest power, whirls.
Birds make their nests in circles, for theirs is the same religion as ours.
The sun comes forth and goes down again in a circle. The moon
does the same and both are round. Even the seasons form a great
circle in their changing and always come back again to where they were.

The life of a man is a circle from childhood to childhood, and so it is
in everything where power moves. Our teepees were round like the
nests of birds, and these were always set in a circle, the nation's hoop,
a nest of many nests, where the Great Spirit meant for us to hatch our children.

-Black Elk, Holy Man of the Oglala Sioux 1863-1950
Over a hundred years ago Black Elk had a vision of the time when Indian 
people would heal from the devastating effects of European migration. 
In his vision the Sacred Hoop which had been broken, would be mended in seven generations.

The children born into this decade will be the seventh generation.


Oh, Great Spirit, Whose voice I hear in the winds,
And Whose breath gives life to all the world,
hear me, I am small and weak,
I need Your strength and wisdom.
Let me walk in beauty and make my eyes ever behold
the red and purple sunset.
Make my hands respect the things You have
made and my ears sharp to hear Your voice.
Make me wise so that I may understand the things
You have taught my people.
Let me learn the lessons You have
hidden in every leaf and rock.

I seek strength, not to be greater than my brother,
but to fight my greatest enemy - myself.
Make me always ready to come to You
with clean hands and straight eyes.
So when life fades, as the fading sunset,
my Spirit may come to You without shame.

(translated by Lakota Sioux Chief Yellow Lark in 1887)
Above, lovingly lifted from Sapphyr.

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