Posted by
granny on Friday, March 07, 2008 4:16:37 PM
Until !
Simple visions seen in smoke,by the old ones long ago,told of joys,trials,and troubles,and the coming of the Older Brother,from the East,across the waters,bringing back the fire magic.
What was seen it was known,would not be understood by those who told,for a time yet to come,amazing sights they would behold,the seventh generation of the Peoples children.
At the fire it was discussed,the councils met to talk it over,every human had a say,many spoke of hopes and dreams,it was known with his return many lessons he would bring.
Sent away to learn from others,sent across the great salt waters,a White Path brother who knew the truth about Creator,into the west he sailed,into the setting of grandmother suns dark shadow.
Like Dawn herself and grandmothers rising,return he would in blazing glory,sent to teach the rest of the world,of Creators Circle and plans for humankind to come together.
One of our own with a great message,sent before the time of ices,a way of peace he was to teach,to those in the lands Creator separated,of Sky and Earth,the Four Winds and Waters.
So many ages the People waited,watching for the promised traces,hoping Older Brother had done well,and his teaching was accepted in those other places.
Those who finally came,showed surprise they were expected,welcomed home with love and joy,treated like the kin they were,how could we know they were the wrong ones?
Filled with hatred and suspicion,those who came,came to conquer,with them they brought poisons,death and destruction to Turtle Island,killing so many of Creators children.
How deceived and bewildered were those who offered that first welcome,treated like nightmare monsters,told they were abominations,godless,savage and inhuman.
Great Mystery it was thought sent these troubled ones to teach a lesson,humbled and not understanding,they thought perhaps they had brought these things on themselves.
Putting pride aside they helped these new ones to survive,hoping to redeem themselves in the eyes of the Creator they had some how offended,maybe this is the lesson?
Sharing all that they knew,plants,animals,hunting,and medicines,teaching the sacred ways of building,trying to explain the lands belong to Creator who made them.
And yet death stalked an none was safe from him,fire and lightning from the sticks the others carried brought awe from the ones who saw them,this is then the Older Brother?
Some believed it to be so,but many of the Elders wondered,a White Path of peace was supposed to be the first message,from where if not Creator came their magic?
Oh,gentle hearts so deceived,ancestors who tried so hard,it was not your fault you did what was right,it was the evil of man who had forgotten and chose instead the god called greed.
Today we watch our world unfold,as centuries of crime unsolved,hurt,pain,death,and blood,wash the shores of Turtle Island and Creators brown children.
Yesterday is dead and gone,beloved ancients you are not blamed,so many things cannot be changed,but the truth of history is NOT one of them,over and over it will be told and our children listen.
No,we will not forget,no,we will not allow our heritage to be stolen,no,we will not stop the telling,no,beloved old ones your children will not stop trying.
It does not matter how hard they try to hide it,genocide is a crime and yes,one day they will answer for it,they get angry and tell us to get over,try so hard to make themselves feel better.
Until the path of peace is followed,until the whole truth is made public,until they take blame for all the sorrow,it is their spirits that will answer!
granny