LAKOTA’S WISDOM
“Just as the Sun warms, the Earth love warms our lives”… Red Bear.
The sounds you hear on the wind are the voices of our ancestors still telling us how to sing and make the music that was given to us by the bird nation. The songs of our people will never be lost as long as we sit and listen to the wind.
When we need a medicine song we only have to offer tobacco and listen. Soon the wind will whisper the song we need for healing or for helping the people.
Later from the grouse and the woodpecker, we learned to make the drum, and from the woodpecker we also were given the flute. Rattlesnake gave us the medicine of his rattle to scare away the bad Tokas (spirits).
From many animals and creatures, we were given all the things we now take for granted.
The Standing Nation (trees) is still here to carry the voices in their branches of the ancient ones as they tell us their story and teach us their songs.
We are told that all the earth that is ever going to be is here, on this what we call Mother Earth. All the water is here and just recycles in this bubble around the Mother Earth. All the air is here and is recycled from oxygen to carbon dioxide in this bubble. Without these things there can be no life, on this, our Mother. As for the wind, it is also here and circles around the Mother Earth, cooling her and heating her in the seasons. In this wind there is all the sound that ever was and ever will be on this Mother Earth.
The wind is carrying the voices of our ancestors so we will never forget who we are, and where we came from.
Sometimes I can go and stand on a hill when the wind is blowing and hear the sound of the ancient ones playing instruments that I do not know. The sound is so sweet that it fills me with wonder and peace.
Bells and flutes, horns of birch bark, rattles, drums — all of these are in the wind that flows around this sweet Mother Earth. Ocean waves are in the sound as they crash on the shores. The voices of the animals and people and birds are here in the wind. All the music until now is in the wind. The sounds of people in laughter and in pain are in the wind. All the sounds of war and destruction are also in the wind.
All of my relation's voices are carried in the sound of the wind from all the places of the Earth, making one band singing and playing in harmony. So I am never alone and I am always with my people. The wind sings the songs of our people, all of our people, in one voice, in one song for peace.
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Greetings from my parents: Crazy Horse, Sitting Bull, Red Cloud, Fools Crow, and obviously Ohitika.
Greetings from my parents: Crazy Horse, Sitting Bull, Red Cloud, Fools Crow, and obviously Ohitika.
Thank you for your shared wisdom C. Ohitika. I love you so much (⌒⌣⌒)
