The Flowering Tree
The Going Within
The Circle of Life is the Universe. It is Birth, Life, Learning, Change and Death. This great Circle is the Lodge of our Bodies, our Minds, our Hearts and our Spirit. It is the Cycle of all things that exist. The Circle is our Way of Touching, and of Experiencing Harmony with every other thing around us. And for those who Seek Understanding. This Circle is the Flowering Tree.
Symbolically THE You and THE TREE reflect each other. Both have Roots, Grow and Flower. The Flowering is as you accomplish things in your Life, you Truly Bloom.
When we experience the Flowering Tree, we see the Lightning Flash within our Darkness. Then we Hear the Thunder within the illumination. One speaks quietly to us, and the other Sings to us of our Learning from within. Together they become one Song. This song they Sing is the Song of Life, the gentle going within Learning.
As Life Sings, this Song is Echoed by many other lives. These within Songs, the Grandfathers tell us, are the Songs of the many Reflections that Live within all of us.
You are, and all Creatures, are LIFE SONGS. Each time you make someone Happy or Feel Joy, they have Touched, YOUR LIFE SONG.
Within every Man and Woman there is also the Reflection of the Old Man and an Old Woman, THE WISDOM, a Little Boy and a Little Girl, THE INNOCENCE.
THE VOICES WITHIN
It seems there are times in each of our Lives when we are not in Balance with our Brothers and Sisters. We are unable to Communicate with Ourselves or with the World we Live in. And yet each one of us Knows of the Powerful Person who Lives within us, and who can settle any Problem, no matter what it is.
This Powerful Person within is your Spirit.
But we never really want to admit to anyone, or even to ourselves, that we actually have a Problem. So everyone of us Sneaks down many times to the River inside ourselves.
This River inside us is the Spirit of the Power of the Universe.
But when we go there to Hear the Powerful Person inside, we usually are afraid to Speak about it.
That is, until one day the Little Boy or Little Girl, THE INNOCENCE, within each of us Speaks to us about it. This Little Boy or Little Girl, our Innocence, begin to make themselves Known in our Minds.
"It is a very Strange Thing," the Child Speaks inside our own Hearts and Minds.
"What is it that is so very Strange?" We ask the Little Voice, not wanting to admit to anyone else, or even to the Child inside ourselves, that we Know what they are talking about.
But the Child within us Speaks again, asking us, "Have you never seen what is in the River?"
And we reply to ourselves, "No."
And even though we Know, we ask the Little Voice within, "What was it that you saw?"
We do this because we do not want ourselves or anyone else to Know we have often sneaked down to the River.
Now the Child within becomes frightened. But this Teaches us something. It Teaches us that we, at times, cannot Trust Ourselves, because the Adult that is within us is not able to communicate with the Child, or Innocence, that is also within us. They are Strangers to each other.
This is due to MIND SET. The Teachings as a Child are endelibly imprinted and the Adult Mind must sort out that which is Your Medicine. This is the ACT OF CHOICE.
And we move on, putting those things out of our Minds. We leave the Child within us there on the Meadow.
The Meadow Symbolizes Everyday Life.
Within our Time of Night.
Which here Symoblizes, Introspection, Fear and Blindness.
We Know the Child within us is Crying, and he is alone and frightened. During one of these Nights, OUR TIME IN THE DARKNESS, while we are feeling lonely and afraid and wondering why everything seemd so terrible, we Hear another Voice Speaking inside us.
This Darkness or Night is the times in your Life when there is Turmoil and Fear, REAL OR IMAGINED.
The Voice tells us to Calm ourselves. We Hear the Voice say to the Child within us, "Calm yourself, my Child." And we, like the Child, look to see who it is that has Spoken.
"Who are you?" we Hear the Child within ask.
"It is me, Old Man Grandfather," we Hear the Voice answer the Child.
And it is me, Old Woman Grandmother," we Hear a softer Voice inside say.
This is the Voice of the Gentler Side of Wisdom from within.
Then we Feel her turn an Arrow in us, a Teaching Arrow within the Bow that is our Tension, to make the Fire. Soon inside us there is a Bright Fire.
This Fire respresents the Living Spirit, either of a Person or of a Whole Peoples.
It is warm within us, and the Fire Illuminates the Darkness that is in the Lodges of our Minds. Sitting within our illumination, this warm and Living Spirit of the People, are the Old Man and the Old Woman, And these Ancient Ways Speak to us, offering some Food of the Spirit to the Child inside us.
Every Man and every Woman is a Life Circle and the Living Circle of the Flowering Tree. The Grandparents within are the POWER of the North, the GROWING of the South, the CHANGING of the West, the REBIRTH of the East, the Law of the Universe and the Law of the Earth. The Grandmother is the Marriage of these Teaching Ways.
The Grandmother and the Grandfather, the Wisdom, they are the Powerful Person in the River inside you.
Then we Hear the Child within say, "But I saw only myself reflected when I visited the River which flows inside me."
"That is True," the Grandparents answer together.
"I do not understand this, how very strange," replies the Little Child inside us.
And we Hear the Old Man say, "All People come to the River, and they too Perceive only themselves, as you do."
The Truths found, as you look within yourself are and always will be your own Reflection. Only you can change what is Reflected back, THE POWER OF CHOICE.
As we Learn we always change, and so does our perceiving. This Changed Perception then becomes a new Teacher inside each of us.
Often our first Teacher is our own Heart. This Teaching Voice is Spoken by the Child within us. Within the Stories, this Teacher may be Symbolized by the Old Man, the Old Woman, the Little Boy, the Little Girl, the Contrary, the Spirit, or the Knowledgeable Fool within us. These Seven Symbols, or Teachings, are a tiny portion of Life. When you have Learned to place these Seven Pieces of Life together within yourself, you will discover there are seven more. Their reflections will go on and on for ever.
The Voices within, the Child, INNOCENCE, the Old Man, WISDOM, are our helpers to obtain a Peaceful Heart and a Quiet Mind. Listen to your Voices within, YOUR SPIRIT.
YOU ARE, THE FLOWERING TREE!
White Crow January 1951
Friday, August 29, 2008
Monday, August 18, 2008
The Gathering of Warriors
The Gathering of Warriors
Dark Moon
Let me tell you a Story
This Story, words of the Grandfather. A Story told to him by his Grandfather. This would be five generations back, the late sixteen hundreds or early seventeen hundreds by the way we measure time today.
The Grandfather Speaks -
Asking my Grandfather, when I was about your age, "Why is your friend, Dark Moon so different from us?" My Grandfather said he would tell me a Story.
"Young Brother," the Grandfather said to me, "this is my Grandfather's Story of how he became the Brother/Friend of Dark Moon of the Susquehannock People."
****
When I was a young man, a Mother of the Eel Clan came to me with a request. "Go to the People of the Susquehannock, they have killed my son, bring to me one of their young Warriors."
I had been away to the North, hunting Elk with a few friends, when I returned to my Village I heard the Stories of the encounter with the Susquehannock. Other Warriors from my Village had been in the South patrolling, when they came upon a few Susquehannock Warriors within our boundaries. There was a short encounter. The Susquehannock Warriors' arrow was not the cause of the death of the Eal Clan Mothers' son. The arrow pierced the flesh of his shoulder, he fell back and over an embankment striking his head hard on a rock. The cracking open of his head, this was the cause of his death. But her request could not be ignored.
I place my War Axe onto the War Pole and some Warriors of my Village came to talk of the Gathering of Warriors. I was a young Warrior at this time, with little experience, I spoke with my Uncle, I felt I was to young to be the leader of this Gathering. My Uncle agreed to be the leader and placed his War Axe next to mine on the War Pole.
As the Warriors of the Village gathered, my Uncle informed all. As many who choose my go, but only seven will cross into the Lands of the Susquehannock. Seven War Axes were placed upon the War Pole. My Uncle, five Warriors and myself choose to go to the Land of the Susquehannock to bring back a young Warrior of these People, as requested by the Eel Clan Mother.
Our hair tied back as not to hinder us as we ran through the forest. Moccasins and loin cloth, a belt secures our War Axe, Knife and a pouch of food about our waist. A quiver of Arrows, an unstrung Bow slung across our backs, and a War Club held in the hand.
At the first light of dawn, the air was cold. But we knew, putting on more clothing would only hinder us later in the day, with the heat of the afternoon Sun. We quietly slip away from our Village at a steady run. Quickly we pass along many well used trails without disturbing our surroundings. Through the coolness of the morning, into the heat of the afternoon, we ran at a steady pace and reached the Southern boundaries of the Lands of the Confederacy.
Here we pause. Stringing our Bows, speaking in hushed voices, resting, waiting for the Sun to near the Western horizon. Securing moss from the North side of a Great Oak Tree, moving aside the dry leaf litter to reach the damp decaying mulch beneath. A mixture of this moss, mulch, a little earth and Bear grease. This was rubbed over our entire bodies as to mask any Human scent, thus foiling the village Dogs' ability to betray our presence.
Before us lie the Lands of the Susquehannock. Now traveling on unknown trails, staying away from well used ones, seeking out the trails of animals, our progress is slowed. All communication between the seven Warriors is by hand signs, as not to give away our presence by speaking. We now seek higher ground. Moving in the twilight to reach a high hill top as darkness comes over the land. Spread out before us is the vastness of the Shenandoah Valley.
As the darkness of night comes upon the land, our eyes search for signs of the glow from Village fires. Our ears alert for any signs of Human activity, and our noses alert for the aroma of cooking food.
Selecting a Village in the near distance, by unaminous agreement, we set out in the darkness. The going is slow due to unfimiliar terrain. Unhurried, passing silently, we need to be near the Village before dawn.
Upon arriving near the Village, another Warrior and myself, the two selected to capture the Susquehannock Warrior, move ahead of the othe five Warriors who remain secluded, yet close enough to assist should the need arise. We creep closer to the Village to observe the morning activities, which reminds me of our own Village far to the North.
Unlike the Hodenosaunee, the Susquehannock, do not have a stockade surrounding their Villages, this would have hindered our observing. Children playing, the Grandfathers set in a circle smoking, the Grandmothers overseeing the younger woman cooking the morning meal, while the young Warriors gather in small groups talking.
While we are observing these activities, our attention is drawn to one young Warrior stringing his hunting Bow as he talks with is brother Warriors. The one to be captured has been selected, this we agree on between us. As the young Warrior moves about the Village we scrutinize his every move. Speaking briefly with the Grandfathers, interacting with the children and squatting with his family around the cooking fire to eat the morning meal before his hunt.
The young Warrior moves unaccompanied to the edge of his Village, we cautiously move to become closer to him. My Uncle and the other four Warriors move parrallel to us as we move. As the young Warrior puts distance between himself and his Village we look for a place along his trail to cause the encounter and capture without alerting his Village.
From behind and ether side, we spring from cover to overwhelm him. Quickly putting the young Warrior to the ground, there was a brief struggle, his hands are tied, a strip of buckskin across his mouth to prevent him from crying out and alerting the Village. We lead him back to meet up with my Uncle and the other four Warriors.
A rope tied around the young Susquehannock Warrior to secure his arms to his side. Now at a hurried pace, my Uncle in the lead and one other Warrior leads the way. I hold the rope in front of the captured Warrior, the other Warrior who helped in his capture holds the rope from the rear. The remaining three Warriors follow a short distance to the rear, acting as rear guard, should intentionally or by accident there be an encounter with the People of the captured Warrior.
Should an encounter with the People of his Village take place, the two lead Warriors would turn back to assist the three rear guard Warriors. The two Warriors securing the captured Warrior would hasten their pace to cross out of the Lands of the Susquehannock into the Lands of the Confederacy. Once in the Land of the Confederacy they would hold up and assist their Brother Warriors if required.
No encounter occurred with the People from his Village. Once within the Lands of the Confederacy, our pace relaxed. By mid-day we were well into the Lands of the Confederacy and all could rest.
We all bathed, removing the mixture of moss, mulch, earth and Bear grease. Someone went to hunt for small game and a fire was prepared to cook the catch. The captured Susquehannock Warrior was unbound, knowing he would not betray us nor betray his Honor as a Warrior. Nor did we or would we have mistreated him in any way.He was a Susquehannock and our captive, he was also a Human Being, this had to be respected and Honored. Food and drink were shared equally.
Communicating with the Suaquehannock Warrior was possible. Our two Peoples had traded with each other for generations, thus knowing a few words of each others language, also using hand signs.
We rested for a short time, then press on to reach our Village before darkness. Upon reaching the Village I knew there would be much excitement, everyone wishing to see the captrued Warrior. This was curiosity, not hostility. After all, he was another Human Being, regardless of his fate at the hands of the Mother requesting his capture, the respect for all Beings would be Honored.
The fate of the captured Susquehannock Warrior now was totally within the discretion of the Eel Clan Mother. She may choose to adopt him as her son. Should her heart be hardened from the loss of her son, she could ask for his immediate death upon his arrival. This would have been carried out by her or a Warrior of her choice. Or she could request a slow death. Whatever her choice it would have been carried out, without question.
I was proud to see this young Warrior stand with pride in who he was. I am sure there was much fear within him, yet outwardly it was not noticeable. We never spoke of these things. Surrounded by the entire Village of the People, looking him over and not knowing of his fate, I know there would be fear within me if I were in his place. I knew at that time, I would be Honored to be his Brother/Friend should the Eel Clan Mother choose to adopt him as her son.
The Eel Clan Mother stood before the young Warrior, a tear slid down her cheek as she looked at him. I could see in her eyes, sadness, not hate. I could also see the young Susquehannocks' body relax as he looked into her eyes. She turned from him, not deciding immediately. She took a few days to observe the interactions of the young Warrior with the People, then announced, "He is now my son." No formal ceremonies were required nor performed.
He requested to keep his name, Dark Moon, so named by his Grandmother, when he was born on a night of a lunar eclipse. He could have requested the People of my Village give him a new name. His choice was Honored. Dark Moon, the young Susquehannock Warrior accepted his new family, learned the new language and traditions.
Because Honor is the most important part of a Warriors' Being, there were no restrictions placed upon Dark Moon. He was accepted into his new community as one of the People, respected and Honored, a son, a brother, an uncle, a friend, a protector, a provider, a hunter, a Warrior. No longer Susquehannock, a Hodenosaunee Warrior.
Grandson, this is why Dark Moon looks different. His birth was of the People of the Susquehannock, but he IS a Hodenosaunee. The Creator does not see us Humans as Susquehannock nor Hodenosaunee or any other People we choose to call ourselves, the Creator sees us all as Human Beings, equal, no better, no worse. Dark Moons' blood is that of the Susquehannock People, his heart and spirit is that of a Hodenosaunee.
Grandson, ALWAYS HONOR DIFFERENCES IN ALL HUMAN BEINGS.
White Crow December 1942
Dark Moon
Let me tell you a Story
This Story, words of the Grandfather. A Story told to him by his Grandfather. This would be five generations back, the late sixteen hundreds or early seventeen hundreds by the way we measure time today.
The Grandfather Speaks -
Asking my Grandfather, when I was about your age, "Why is your friend, Dark Moon so different from us?" My Grandfather said he would tell me a Story.
"Young Brother," the Grandfather said to me, "this is my Grandfather's Story of how he became the Brother/Friend of Dark Moon of the Susquehannock People."
****
When I was a young man, a Mother of the Eel Clan came to me with a request. "Go to the People of the Susquehannock, they have killed my son, bring to me one of their young Warriors."
I had been away to the North, hunting Elk with a few friends, when I returned to my Village I heard the Stories of the encounter with the Susquehannock. Other Warriors from my Village had been in the South patrolling, when they came upon a few Susquehannock Warriors within our boundaries. There was a short encounter. The Susquehannock Warriors' arrow was not the cause of the death of the Eal Clan Mothers' son. The arrow pierced the flesh of his shoulder, he fell back and over an embankment striking his head hard on a rock. The cracking open of his head, this was the cause of his death. But her request could not be ignored.
I place my War Axe onto the War Pole and some Warriors of my Village came to talk of the Gathering of Warriors. I was a young Warrior at this time, with little experience, I spoke with my Uncle, I felt I was to young to be the leader of this Gathering. My Uncle agreed to be the leader and placed his War Axe next to mine on the War Pole.
As the Warriors of the Village gathered, my Uncle informed all. As many who choose my go, but only seven will cross into the Lands of the Susquehannock. Seven War Axes were placed upon the War Pole. My Uncle, five Warriors and myself choose to go to the Land of the Susquehannock to bring back a young Warrior of these People, as requested by the Eel Clan Mother.
Our hair tied back as not to hinder us as we ran through the forest. Moccasins and loin cloth, a belt secures our War Axe, Knife and a pouch of food about our waist. A quiver of Arrows, an unstrung Bow slung across our backs, and a War Club held in the hand.
At the first light of dawn, the air was cold. But we knew, putting on more clothing would only hinder us later in the day, with the heat of the afternoon Sun. We quietly slip away from our Village at a steady run. Quickly we pass along many well used trails without disturbing our surroundings. Through the coolness of the morning, into the heat of the afternoon, we ran at a steady pace and reached the Southern boundaries of the Lands of the Confederacy.
Here we pause. Stringing our Bows, speaking in hushed voices, resting, waiting for the Sun to near the Western horizon. Securing moss from the North side of a Great Oak Tree, moving aside the dry leaf litter to reach the damp decaying mulch beneath. A mixture of this moss, mulch, a little earth and Bear grease. This was rubbed over our entire bodies as to mask any Human scent, thus foiling the village Dogs' ability to betray our presence.
Before us lie the Lands of the Susquehannock. Now traveling on unknown trails, staying away from well used ones, seeking out the trails of animals, our progress is slowed. All communication between the seven Warriors is by hand signs, as not to give away our presence by speaking. We now seek higher ground. Moving in the twilight to reach a high hill top as darkness comes over the land. Spread out before us is the vastness of the Shenandoah Valley.
As the darkness of night comes upon the land, our eyes search for signs of the glow from Village fires. Our ears alert for any signs of Human activity, and our noses alert for the aroma of cooking food.
Selecting a Village in the near distance, by unaminous agreement, we set out in the darkness. The going is slow due to unfimiliar terrain. Unhurried, passing silently, we need to be near the Village before dawn.
Upon arriving near the Village, another Warrior and myself, the two selected to capture the Susquehannock Warrior, move ahead of the othe five Warriors who remain secluded, yet close enough to assist should the need arise. We creep closer to the Village to observe the morning activities, which reminds me of our own Village far to the North.
Unlike the Hodenosaunee, the Susquehannock, do not have a stockade surrounding their Villages, this would have hindered our observing. Children playing, the Grandfathers set in a circle smoking, the Grandmothers overseeing the younger woman cooking the morning meal, while the young Warriors gather in small groups talking.
While we are observing these activities, our attention is drawn to one young Warrior stringing his hunting Bow as he talks with is brother Warriors. The one to be captured has been selected, this we agree on between us. As the young Warrior moves about the Village we scrutinize his every move. Speaking briefly with the Grandfathers, interacting with the children and squatting with his family around the cooking fire to eat the morning meal before his hunt.
The young Warrior moves unaccompanied to the edge of his Village, we cautiously move to become closer to him. My Uncle and the other four Warriors move parrallel to us as we move. As the young Warrior puts distance between himself and his Village we look for a place along his trail to cause the encounter and capture without alerting his Village.
From behind and ether side, we spring from cover to overwhelm him. Quickly putting the young Warrior to the ground, there was a brief struggle, his hands are tied, a strip of buckskin across his mouth to prevent him from crying out and alerting the Village. We lead him back to meet up with my Uncle and the other four Warriors.
A rope tied around the young Susquehannock Warrior to secure his arms to his side. Now at a hurried pace, my Uncle in the lead and one other Warrior leads the way. I hold the rope in front of the captured Warrior, the other Warrior who helped in his capture holds the rope from the rear. The remaining three Warriors follow a short distance to the rear, acting as rear guard, should intentionally or by accident there be an encounter with the People of the captured Warrior.
Should an encounter with the People of his Village take place, the two lead Warriors would turn back to assist the three rear guard Warriors. The two Warriors securing the captured Warrior would hasten their pace to cross out of the Lands of the Susquehannock into the Lands of the Confederacy. Once in the Land of the Confederacy they would hold up and assist their Brother Warriors if required.
No encounter occurred with the People from his Village. Once within the Lands of the Confederacy, our pace relaxed. By mid-day we were well into the Lands of the Confederacy and all could rest.
We all bathed, removing the mixture of moss, mulch, earth and Bear grease. Someone went to hunt for small game and a fire was prepared to cook the catch. The captured Susquehannock Warrior was unbound, knowing he would not betray us nor betray his Honor as a Warrior. Nor did we or would we have mistreated him in any way.He was a Susquehannock and our captive, he was also a Human Being, this had to be respected and Honored. Food and drink were shared equally.
Communicating with the Suaquehannock Warrior was possible. Our two Peoples had traded with each other for generations, thus knowing a few words of each others language, also using hand signs.
We rested for a short time, then press on to reach our Village before darkness. Upon reaching the Village I knew there would be much excitement, everyone wishing to see the captrued Warrior. This was curiosity, not hostility. After all, he was another Human Being, regardless of his fate at the hands of the Mother requesting his capture, the respect for all Beings would be Honored.
The fate of the captured Susquehannock Warrior now was totally within the discretion of the Eel Clan Mother. She may choose to adopt him as her son. Should her heart be hardened from the loss of her son, she could ask for his immediate death upon his arrival. This would have been carried out by her or a Warrior of her choice. Or she could request a slow death. Whatever her choice it would have been carried out, without question.
I was proud to see this young Warrior stand with pride in who he was. I am sure there was much fear within him, yet outwardly it was not noticeable. We never spoke of these things. Surrounded by the entire Village of the People, looking him over and not knowing of his fate, I know there would be fear within me if I were in his place. I knew at that time, I would be Honored to be his Brother/Friend should the Eel Clan Mother choose to adopt him as her son.
The Eel Clan Mother stood before the young Warrior, a tear slid down her cheek as she looked at him. I could see in her eyes, sadness, not hate. I could also see the young Susquehannocks' body relax as he looked into her eyes. She turned from him, not deciding immediately. She took a few days to observe the interactions of the young Warrior with the People, then announced, "He is now my son." No formal ceremonies were required nor performed.
He requested to keep his name, Dark Moon, so named by his Grandmother, when he was born on a night of a lunar eclipse. He could have requested the People of my Village give him a new name. His choice was Honored. Dark Moon, the young Susquehannock Warrior accepted his new family, learned the new language and traditions.
Because Honor is the most important part of a Warriors' Being, there were no restrictions placed upon Dark Moon. He was accepted into his new community as one of the People, respected and Honored, a son, a brother, an uncle, a friend, a protector, a provider, a hunter, a Warrior. No longer Susquehannock, a Hodenosaunee Warrior.
Grandson, this is why Dark Moon looks different. His birth was of the People of the Susquehannock, but he IS a Hodenosaunee. The Creator does not see us Humans as Susquehannock nor Hodenosaunee or any other People we choose to call ourselves, the Creator sees us all as Human Beings, equal, no better, no worse. Dark Moons' blood is that of the Susquehannock People, his heart and spirit is that of a Hodenosaunee.
Grandson, ALWAYS HONOR DIFFERENCES IN ALL HUMAN BEINGS.
White Crow December 1942
Monday, August 11, 2008
Eccentric
The greatest thing about
AGEING
When one is Young
And does not Conform
To Societies
Restrictive Rules
One is Considered
ODD OR WEIRD
With Age
One is Considered
ECCENTRIC
ACTUALLY
One Always
Considered Themselves
Only Seeing A
DIFFERENT REALITY
White Crow May 1991
AGEING
When one is Young
And does not Conform
To Societies
Restrictive Rules
One is Considered
ODD OR WEIRD
With Age
One is Considered
ECCENTRIC
ACTUALLY
One Always
Considered Themselves
Only Seeing A
DIFFERENT REALITY
White Crow May 1991
Grandfathers
PATHS OF ORIGIN
If you know not your
GRANDFATHERS
How can you know
Where your Paths
WILL LEAD
How can you know
WHO YOU ARE
White Crow April 1949
If you know not your
GRANDFATHERS
How can you know
Where your Paths
WILL LEAD
How can you know
WHO YOU ARE
White Crow April 1949
Fire
FIRE
It is Life
It is Pain
It is Change
It is Dangerous
It is Consuming
It is Glowing Color
It is Harmonious
It is Promising
It is Warmth
It is Alive
Finally Disappearing
Into Death
We Ourselves
Yet another Fire
Upon this Earth
WE ARE PART FIRE
PART DREAM
White Crow June 1947
It is Life
It is Pain
It is Change
It is Dangerous
It is Consuming
It is Glowing Color
It is Harmonious
It is Promising
It is Warmth
It is Alive
Finally Disappearing
Into Death
We Ourselves
Yet another Fire
Upon this Earth
WE ARE PART FIRE
PART DREAM
White Crow June 1947
In the Eyes
In the Eyes of the Creator
Man and Woman
Plant and Animal
Water and Stone
ARE EQUAL
We Share the Earth
As Partners
Even
As Family
White Crow July 1941
Man and Woman
Plant and Animal
Water and Stone
ARE EQUAL
We Share the Earth
As Partners
Even
As Family
White Crow July 1941
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Butterfly/Transformation
BUTTERFLY
Akin to the Air
Within We are as Butterfly
TRANSFORMATION
THE EGG
The Idea Beginning
THE LARVA
The Decision to Create
THE COCOON
The going Within
Developing
THE CHRYSALIS
Birth
The Sharing
The Colors and Joys
OF YOUR CREATION
White Crow July 1947
Akin to the Air
Within We are as Butterfly
TRANSFORMATION
THE EGG
The Idea Beginning
THE LARVA
The Decision to Create
THE COCOON
The going Within
Developing
THE CHRYSALIS
Birth
The Sharing
The Colors and Joys
OF YOUR CREATION
White Crow July 1947
Exert Our Spirit
We Exert Our Spirit
Upon this World
By Means of Religion
Transcend Ourself
In a Sense
Expanding Our
AWARENESS
Should Include
All of Creation
In this We are Restored
AS MAN
AS A RACE
White Crow June 1941
Upon this World
By Means of Religion
Transcend Ourself
In a Sense
Expanding Our
AWARENESS
Should Include
All of Creation
In this We are Restored
AS MAN
AS A RACE
White Crow June 1941
Ceremony Purpose
Native American
Purpose Of
Ceremony
IS NOT
ENTERTAINMENT
BUT
ATTAINMENT
The Attainment
A Balanced Life
The very Essence Of
LIFE
White Crow September 1942
Purpose Of
Ceremony
IS NOT
ENTERTAINMENT
BUT
ATTAINMENT
The Attainment
A Balanced Life
The very Essence Of
LIFE
White Crow September 1942
?Question?
?QUESTION?
Has Man lost his Ability
To Comprehend
THESE LAWS?
Laws that have Existed
Longer Than
MAN HAS EXISTED?
Dose Man
Consider Himself
SO SUPERIOR
SO ARROGENT
He is Above
The Creators Laws Of
NATURE?
White Crow March 1968
Has Man lost his Ability
To Comprehend
THESE LAWS?
Laws that have Existed
Longer Than
MAN HAS EXISTED?
Dose Man
Consider Himself
SO SUPERIOR
SO ARROGENT
He is Above
The Creators Laws Of
NATURE?
White Crow March 1968
Courage/Fear
There is
A fine line Between
COURAGE AND FEAR
COURAGE
Produce the Hero
FEAR
The Coward
Consider a Different
Circumstance
The Roles may be Reversed
Awareness of Danger
Are Individual
Life Experiences
Determine Their Roles
JUDGMENT OF
BY ANY MAN
Should Be
DELIBERATED!
White Crow March 1951
A fine line Between
COURAGE AND FEAR
COURAGE
Produce the Hero
FEAR
The Coward
Consider a Different
Circumstance
The Roles may be Reversed
Awareness of Danger
Are Individual
Life Experiences
Determine Their Roles
JUDGMENT OF
BY ANY MAN
Should Be
DELIBERATED!
White Crow March 1951
Saturday, August 9, 2008
Egotistically Great
When one sets their mind to
Thinking they are so Great
CONSIDER
Sitting there in your chair
You SEEM to be quite Large
THEN CONSIDER
The Earth
The Solar System
The Galaxy
The Universe
The Earth is but a Speck
In the Solar System
The Solar System is but a Speck
In the Galaxy
The Galaxy is but a Speck
In the Universe
YOU ARE
But a Speck
On a Speck
In a Speck In a Speck In a Speck
NOW CONSIDER
Just how Great
YOU ARE
White Crow April 1949
Thinking they are so Great
CONSIDER
Sitting there in your chair
You SEEM to be quite Large
THEN CONSIDER
The Earth
The Solar System
The Galaxy
The Universe
The Earth is but a Speck
In the Solar System
The Solar System is but a Speck
In the Galaxy
The Galaxy is but a Speck
In the Universe
YOU ARE
But a Speck
On a Speck
In a Speck In a Speck In a Speck
NOW CONSIDER
Just how Great
YOU ARE
White Crow April 1949
Honor
The Sacred Way
Has no Provision
For A HELL
That await a Sinner
Nor should Religion
EMPHASIZE
Spiritual Punishment
For Misdeeds
HONOR
Above all Should
PREVAIL
White Crow August 1941
Has no Provision
For A HELL
That await a Sinner
Nor should Religion
EMPHASIZE
Spiritual Punishment
For Misdeeds
HONOR
Above all Should
PREVAIL
White Crow August 1941
Life/Death
LIFE
The Initiation
DEATH
The Goal
SPIRITUAL BEING
The Ultimate Beginning
White Crow December 1950
The Initiation
DEATH
The Goal
SPIRITUAL BEING
The Ultimate Beginning
White Crow December 1950
Harmony
A HARMONY
Between Humans
And
Other Elements
Of the Natural World
Must be Maintained
VIOLATE
The Orderly Workings
Of the Natural World
Is thrown out of
BALANCE
White Crow November 1942
Between Humans
And
Other Elements
Of the Natural World
Must be Maintained
VIOLATE
The Orderly Workings
Of the Natural World
Is thrown out of
BALANCE
White Crow November 1942
Friday, August 8, 2008
Spirit
Everything
That Exists
POSSESSES
A SPIRIT
All of these
SPIRITS
MUTUALLY DEPENDENT
White Crow August 1943
That Exists
POSSESSES
A SPIRIT
All of these
SPIRITS
MUTUALLY DEPENDENT
White Crow August 1943
Opinions
OPINION versus FACT
When seeking an Opinion
Listen and Accept
This is a Concept
Impression or Belief
When seeking a Fact
Listen and Ponder
The Truth of It
Stated Facts
May be Formally
Discussed or Argued
OPINIONS NOT
Opinions are just that
An individuals Concept
Neither right nor wrong
White Crow October 1945
When seeking an Opinion
Listen and Accept
This is a Concept
Impression or Belief
When seeking a Fact
Listen and Ponder
The Truth of It
Stated Facts
May be Formally
Discussed or Argued
OPINIONS NOT
Opinions are just that
An individuals Concept
Neither right nor wrong
White Crow October 1945
Thursday, August 7, 2008
There Must Be
There must be a Moral Regard
For all Beings
Animate and Inanmimate
Among which
MAN
MUST LIVE
White Crow January 1942
For all Beings
Animate and Inanmimate
Among which
MAN
MUST LIVE
White Crow January 1942
Pray
PRAY
For what you NEED
The Creator
Will hear you
NOT
For what you WANT
WANTS
Are like trying to Catch
Smoke in the Wind
White Crow August 1944
For what you NEED
The Creator
Will hear you
NOT
For what you WANT
WANTS
Are like trying to Catch
Smoke in the Wind
White Crow August 1944
Truth
TRUTH
Contrarieties are equally True
Where the opposite of Truth
Is not necessarily Falsehood
But another Truth
Not a rival Truth
But the Telling of a different Story
A different Interpretation
I do not Speak there is no Lie
No Falsehood
Listen with your Heart
Then you will See and Know
Truths are not always as Clear
As the Day to the Night
Truths are only Perceptions
White Crow Febuary 1991
Contrarieties are equally True
Where the opposite of Truth
Is not necessarily Falsehood
But another Truth
Not a rival Truth
But the Telling of a different Story
A different Interpretation
I do not Speak there is no Lie
No Falsehood
Listen with your Heart
Then you will See and Know
Truths are not always as Clear
As the Day to the Night
Truths are only Perceptions
White Crow Febuary 1991
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
To walk in Balance
To Walk in Balance
Is to Honor all acts of
HUMANNESS
Find
SACREDNESS
In them all
JOYS are balanced by TEARS
SILENCE by CLOWNING
SELF ESTEEM by HUMILITY
GIVING by RECEIVING
LIGHT by SHADOW
DAY by NIGHT
and
WISDOM by INNOCENCE
Balance - the Universal Emergy
Unbalance - Chaos
White Crow October 1945
Is to Honor all acts of
HUMANNESS
Find
SACREDNESS
In them all
JOYS are balanced by TEARS
SILENCE by CLOWNING
SELF ESTEEM by HUMILITY
GIVING by RECEIVING
LIGHT by SHADOW
DAY by NIGHT
and
WISDOM by INNOCENCE
Balance - the Universal Emergy
Unbalance - Chaos
White Crow October 1945
Nothing in this Universe
Nothing In This
UNIVERSE
Is Exclusive Of
ME
I Am Part Of All
THAT IS
And Forever
WAS
Or
WILL BE
White Crow July 1947
UNIVERSE
Is Exclusive Of
ME
I Am Part Of All
THAT IS
And Forever
WAS
Or
WILL BE
White Crow July 1947
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