Grandfather,Great Spirit,you have been always, and before you no one has been.There is no other one to pray to but you.You yourself,everything that you see,everything has been made by you.The star nations all over the universe you have finished. The day, and in that day,everythnig you have finished. Grandfather,Great Spirit,lean close to the earth that you may hear the voice I send.You towards where the sun goes down, behold me; Thunder Beings, behold me! You where the White Giant lives in power,behold me! You where the sun shines continually,whence come the day-break star and the day, behold me!You where the summer lives,behold me!You in the depths of the heavens an eagle of power,behold! And you Mother Earth, you who have shown mercy to your children!
Hear me,four quarters of the world--a relative i am! Give me strength to walk the soft earth,a relative, to all that is! Give me the eyes to see and the strength to understand,that i may be like you.With your power only can I face the winds.
Great Sprit,Great Sprit,my Grandfather, all over the earth the faces of living things are all alike. With tenderness have these come up out of the ground Look upon these faces of children without number and with children in their arms, that they may face the winds and walk the good road to the day of quiet.
This is my Prayer; hear me! The voice I have sent is weak, yet with earnestness I have sent it. Hear Me!
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|Indian History Museum|
|Native Indian Woman on the Web|
|Links About Alaska, My Home Town|
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A healthy woman is much like a wolf ~ robust, inventive, loyal, fierce.
Yet separation from her wildish nature causes a woman to become meager, ghostly, anxious about leaping, fearful to create new life.
With the wild nature as ally and teacher,we see not through two eyes only, butthrough the many eyes of intuition.With intuition we are like the starry night;we gaze at the world through a thousand eyes.
The archetype of the Wild Woman carries los bultos, all the bundles for healingand meaning. She carries all the medicines of stories, words and songs, and themending tools of dances, signs and symbols. She is both vehicle anddestination. She is the essence of the female soul.
No matter how many times she is cut back, called unsafe, dangerous, useless ormad, she rises through the psyche regardless. Even La Sombre, the mostrestrained woman, keeps a secret place for the wild nature. Even La Cautiva,the most captured woman, is waiting for an opportunity to hightail it tofreedom.
All women are born gifted. To live close to the instinctual nature does notmean to become undone. It means to establish one's creative territory, findone's pack, be in one's body with certainty and pride. It means to act in one'sbehalf, to find what one belongs to. It means to rise with dignity, to proceedas a powerful being who is friendly but never tame.
The Wild Woman is the one who thunders in the face of injustice. She is theone who keeps a woman going when she thinks she is done for. The Wild Woman isfluent in the languages of dreams, images, passion and poetry. No act of loveor social justice occurs without her.
She lives in women everywhere; in the barrios and in the boardroom, in theprison and on the mountain at the fire, in the penthouse suite and on the nightbus to Brownsville. She is the mother of El Duende, the goblin wind ofcreativity. She leaves footprints behind for us to try on for size.
Whether you are possessed of a simple heart or the ambitions of an Amazon,whether you are trying to make it to the top or just make it through tomorrow,whether you be spicy or sombre, regal or roughshod ~ the wild nature belongs toyou. She truly belongs to all. The issueh tomorrow, whether you be spicy or sombre, regal or roughshod ~ the wild nature belongs to you. She truly belongs to all. The issue is simple:
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Well i hope to have left you with something diffrent to think about. This page has been the one voice i have , but i dont get to say any thing, its all something someone has to see to beleave.
Kinda like the light that takes me some where i dont know how to find on my own, 100% faith in the spirit.
This is all i have been looking for inlife. Not vary ez to do, not in this day and age. But here we are reading about something called The Spirit
Please take time ever day to get to know your selfs.
Just a small amount of time each day, just you and the wind, sun, stars and your spirit.This some how makes all the bad stuff seem so small,
For all my friends
Dont ever give up, never, no matter what.
Dear to dream the dream of dreams.
When you wild the spirit,
You tame the soul
When you wild the soul, you tame the spirit
Tell we meet again !
JON R. HOLSTROM
(AA Birth 2-5-88, Normal Birth 05-11-64)