wreds nest!

Dreams Ignored!

2006-10-27T08:49:00.000-07:00

Dream time drive me crazy shadows dancing pictures hazy,old one, wise one whispers in a language I have not heard since grandmothers journey.
How is it I understand her telling me blue star is rising,it is time she says smiling take your place and speak your mind prepare now to fight for life.
Soon,soon the battle starts feel the war cry deep inside,let your spirit remember and your blood will guide you ancient eyes filled with excitement.
Fire lit in a sacred Circle cleansing now is essential,Cedar burn,sage smoke rises,Tobbaco offered to the old ones new day dawns not just sunrise.
Hurry,hurry beat the drum and start the calling,big drum small drum cleansed and ready sharp hard she shows the tempo stirs the blood feet are dancing.
Dream scenes change but never waver message there is the sameone,warriors dance in maidens circle voices lift bringing shivers battle cry fills the valley.
Children called are the Seventh generation every color every Nation,time now in motion this is the one told by your grandmothers ancestors call what is your answer?
Those awakened live in confusion Coyote leads strange version,teaching stopped how will they learn now,your own fears are blinding causing you to kill your own dreams of Nation.
Full blood only is your notion reservation and no urban you exclude your own kin,drive away the guiding ancients you will not hear the spirits speaking.
Foolish ones you miss your chances worried about your small allotments,miss your time to move forward reclaim what is in truth your homelands.
Open hearts,minds,and spirits reclaim the children of the lost ones seek them out begin the teaching,Nations own rolls bear the names of those once hidden,call out to them.
Elders,teachers do your duty lift your hearts to the the ancients use the gift of Creator,Dream the Dreams that you are given bring home your own mixed children Mother Earth is weeping for them!

Blood Calls to Blood!

2006-10-27T08:33:00.000-07:00

Blood calls to blood is Coyotes mournful cry,long and low there is no laugh though he pauses to smile.
Spirit calls to spirit in the ancient way,Rabbit acts like someone else since he lost his tail his words can not be trusted.
Who has been knocked into the dirt and crawls upon his belly,yet inspires a fear in man like no other?
Who weaves the very frame of life and yet is so tiny,who was the only one brave enough to bring us fire that is Holy?
Who rules the East,the South,the West,the North,and holds the medicine powers,now tell me true children how many know the stories?
What are the colors of the rainbow and what causes the thunder,is there a reason for the lightning or the storming?
Tell me does your soul stir when you smell the sweet grass burning,what is sage just another weed we should be destroying?
Does your heart lift and sing to greet the rising sun,or are you still in bed and ignoring your duty then complain you feel nothing?
Is there a shiver deep within when the wise one is speaking,do you feel the magic that into the world is seeping bringing renewal?
Blood calls to blood there is no denying,if you turn away this time the healing will pass you by as you are undeserving!
granny!

Dreams and Things!

2006-10-17T15:53:00.000-07:00

Spider weave and tell a story star light sparks in midnight glory,sisters dance and lead the way for brother bear and rattlesnake.
Shadows walk on moonless nights whisper shuffle eerie sight,spirits speaking can you hear them old ones laugh for they are leaving.
A long walk now would be a good thing can you hear the ancients singing,time unravels right before us to the wisdom we would not listen.
Clouds gather for the storm are you ready for what comes,did you hear the Elders words whispered on ancient winds like prayers?
Drums softly sound one by one across the land picking out Mothers heart beat,rattle finds a counter point shush,shush,hear the calling?
Winds lift swirling dust devils dance across the desert,painted sands filled with power bring a healing build a picture.
Waters wash away the lands scour the skies and fill the rivers,earth shakes brings destruction oceans roar like a tiger.
Creation stirs and moves about restless motion seeking something,we have lost lifes true connection we no longer have an anchor.
Can you hear the four winds moaning no one listens to their warning,across the lands they are sweeping what are these children seeking?
No prayers now are heard no more gentel loving words,into themselves the people turn never seeing all the magic that surrounds them.
Where have gone the ceremonies spirit guides and sunrise worship,where the Elders and the teachers they have turned their backs on the People.
Children of a generation lost spurned and looked down on ,white mans hand out clouds your minds though mixed they are still your kin.
Close the door turn them away in this move you seal your own fate,count the quantum white man wins watch the tribes disapere.
Shadows speak and Coyote laughs Rabbit dances in the grass,brother Bear sheds his coat and walks about Buffalo hump awakes at last.
Here is the story and its ending many clues can you read them,Elders spoke long ago wise ones who know a small child not just heard but truly listened!

granny!

2006-09-24T22:41:00.000-07:00

VISION SEED Willy Whitefeather on 'HOPE'

Can You Lead?

2006-08-22T12:27:00.000-07:00

North wind,East wind,South wind,West carry now a message blessed,Creator calls will you answer?
Mother Earth dressed in her best winter,spring,summer,fall each one knows the prayers written on our hearts.
What do I do,where do I go,seek the Elders they will know,open your heart and listen well.
Stories told by the fire teach the lessons you should know,reach out my spirit for this goal.
Speak to me of my ancestors tell me now what is best,seek for peace and healing powers warrior can you pass this test?
Clean your body then your soul sing the songs so you can know,reach for your vision spirit friends they will show you who you are.
Will you lead or will you follow can you reach outside yourself,you must put aside your ego what is best for the People must come first.
Seek your path then stay on it you can not look to either side,like the warriors who once led us even if it calls for death.
What is right and what is good will guide you if you seek your higher power,open now to Creator show respect as you should.
Humble heart,humble prayers give Creator all the credit,listen well to what He says then go forward in His light let Him lead us with His might!
granny!

Wake Up and Speak!

2006-08-22T12:16:00.000-07:00

My mind is like an open book where the spirits write,not so much a dreamer as someone who is driven.
I feel it is my duty to share grandmothers stories,in the hope it will wake up the others who need to tell the stories of their own.
When Creator gives the dreams to you please my people listen,wake up and write them down they are blessings to the children.
Reach out today and shjow the way to those who may be lost,help them fight the guilty feelings caused by the white mans religions.
Grandfather who guards us all is angry,He stalks the skies and brings the storms trying hard to wake us.
Stand proud and tall be who you are learn true history,find your way and live today in the shadows of your ancestors.
The closeness of our hearts and minds to sweet Mother Earth was a gift from our Creator,take off your shoes and touch her flesh let your spirit feel connected.
Oh,so slowly the Circle turns and brings back our true nature,let your heart wake today and sing praises to Creator!
granny!

Stolen Souls!

2006-08-22T12:03:00.000-07:00

Dream world wrapped in smoke fear so thick I start to choke,somethings wrong I can not wake up.
Screaming faces smeared with paint,red,yellow,blue,eyes glittering with hate can not run far too late.
Hands reaching grab my hair dragging me through the air,who is this what enemy chases me?
Shock like ice runs through my viens can not breathe through this pain,fire leaping in a dance everything is burning.
Who is this foe why are they here I see death through the tears,can not run no where to go.
Little ones on the ground only one kind would kill them,this should not have happened when will it end?
Strangers came dressed like friends how can this happen yet again,no chance to get away they wish to wipe us from this earth.
A dream like this can only say the enemy pretends,they could not kill us all so now they wish to steal our souls.
With all the hate they used to show,now I fear to use my name,why is it now they wish to be us?
granny!

Can You Hear It?

2006-08-22T11:52:00.000-07:00

North star,pole star never moves find the lines of power,over our bones build the mounds dance the sacred dances.
Dream the dream medicine bring make sure it is the good one,smudge pots sacred smoke is it still the red one?
Seek it out find the guide spirits roam the old roads,find the oak build the fire signal to the old ones.
Stir the colors draw the lines messages sent through time to tell us,honored one serpents tongue back to the light climbs the ladder.
Star light points the site tell your ears to listen,stories told more than once how many do you remember?
Grandmother they dig up the bones all the spirits scattered,how long before anger turns to madness?
Earth shakes wind blows rivers wild out of control,pain comes mind breaks lost souls reaching out to find us.
Will it stop can they know where are the answers,could it be within you and me are all those things we need to seek to find us?
granny!

Creator Speaks!

2006-08-22T11:37:00.000-07:00

Creator speaks a roaring sound as He turns the world upside down,desperate prayers now abound.
No one alive dare ignore the wrath that rages in this land,death and destruction all around better listen to Him now.
To each other show respect treat your brother as yourself,stop mistreating those less than reach instead a helping hand.
Spirits walk they are angry enough they say now is danger,power returns to the People use it wisely brothers and sisters.
Return to the ways of the Elders show your pride and say your prayers,care takers of Mother Earth now is the time to be heard.
Sacred places now are calling ancient ones are waiting,awaken children and go to them listen well then do it.
Are your dreams filled with ancestors telling you the truth,do you feel their touch their words?
Do not waste time thinking about it trust your heart and you win,walk the roads built by your kin of humble goodness.
This is our home,our land,our heritage do as you should grandmother says,we know we are Creators children we know the path we should be on.
When Creator stops speaking will the message dwell in your heart,what happens now has deep meaning will you stand and do your part?
granny!

Will You Listen?

2006-08-22T11:28:00.000-07:00

From the long and long ago spirits calling out my name,where are the children where did they go we can feel them we need to know?
Why have they hidden from thier clans they should be living on this land,sacred places all are empty no one prays here anymore.
Who now teaches of our ways why is it no one talks and no one plays,the river still sings its song the mountians have waited for so long.
Gone now gone away sing of sadness sing of pain,what is left of our past is being stolen,broken,lost,why is nothing being done to stop this everyone?
What shall I tell them what can I say I try so hard to share the way,my people speak from long ago I feel the pain I feel their tears my heart hurts so.
Grandmothers voice in my mind telling me what I should say,how can I go on in this way how can I ever explain I can not make the people learn.
When the spirits call your name brothers sisters please do not turn away,listen to what your people have to say!
granny!

Still I Pray!

2006-08-22T11:08:00.000-07:00

My heart weeps the tears my eyes can not,each day I watch and still things for my people do not change.
Five hundred years we have fought just to be seen as human,five hundred more we will fight they can not kill the heart of the People.
Still they kill and steal our children,still we are called heathen,still we are seen as smoke something for them to walk through.
I will not give up the fight my red heart will not let me,sunrise finds me facing East my bare feet connected to my Mother Earth.
Prayers sent on fragrant smoke in honor of my Creator,pouring out the hurt within my heart asking for guidence.
Grandfather guide my steps today help me to live the way that You want,do not let me become bitter and lost like the others.
Forever I keep hope,forever I give thanks for who and what I am,forever I am greatful for all that You have given.
Help me today Great Spirit to live in a way that will help them see,please let my loving heart help to change things for the better.
The worse that I am treated let me return good for all the bad I am given,please give to me the strength and wisdom I will need to live another day in this world.
Creator all I ask is to be able to live the way to show my love and greatfulness to you,please bless the hearts and lives of those who truely need You!
granny!

Nvwadohivnv!

2006-08-16T06:16:00.000-07:00

From the begining,so long and long ago the rising of the sun brought forth great joyful prayers of thanksgiving.All knew and understood as it set the night before it may never rise again,only Creators love for the People He created gave us the chance to say these prayers of thanksgiving.
In those days the People lived not off the land,or on the land,but with the land,it was known that all things have spirits and should be treated with the same respect we treat each other.Today if only you will open eyes,ears,and heart a person can still know these things.
When this person plants a seed,a small offering and prayer is said to both Mother Earth and seed,asking Mother to give a good home to the seed and encouragement for the little seed to grow spread roots and live long.Should we not do the same for our children?
Friends just listen to all that is around you,hear the wind speak,the water sing,the plants breathe,see the animals as they talk together,watch as the birds interact,feel the love of Mother as things grow and live,giving forth good things.
The reach out to another show them,take them to a place that has a good spirit,one that makes you feel calm and good inside,this is a sacred place.The very stones of the ground hold a spirit,hold one in your hand,close your eyes and feel with heart and soul,it is good!
Donadgohvi!
granny!

Blessing!

2006-08-16T06:08:00.000-07:00

May the Great Spirit guard your path,and always keep you safe.
May Grandmother Sun shine on your crops,what ever they may be.
May Brother Moon give you strength for he guides the minds of women.
May the rains come when you need them,and the four winds blow your cares away.
May you always look into the hearts of others,and see yourself as they see you.
May you know when it is your time to cross,Creator and the ancestors will lead you safely home.
May you be able to lift your voice in song,and say it is a good day to die,and mean it!
blessings granny!

Journey Prayer!

2006-08-16T05:58:00.000-07:00

Great Spirit we come before you with humble respectful hearts,asking in our pain that you allow our ancestors to welcome our beloved child with open arms.
We know your mysteries are not for us to question,You will in Your own time allow us to understand why one so young myust be taken.
As our beloved child begins his long walk home we ask Creator for Your blessings on his journey.
Grandfather we ask of You please guard and guide this sweet and gentle spirit.
Father Sky we ask with love that you allow this precious soul to fly free and proud with his brothers the Eagles.
Sweet Mother Earth please accept this beloved gift fold him within your heart,hold him for the day we will all again meet him.
Too soon he left we know him blessed the winged ones have claimed him,with broken hearts and lonely tears we will never forget him!
granny!

No More!

2006-08-16T05:41:00.000-07:00

Not one more time will I stand head bowed and listen,when someone says to me go back to your own country.
Ain't no real Amerikin got eyes like that,go on back where you belong,it's people like you comin here that brings our country down.
These words cause my soul to rage,from this day forward I say to you,it is you who are the fool blonde hair and round blue eyes are not truely this countries norm.
No more will you treat me as smoke look right through and tell your jokes,take back your hero colombus who you claim "found" us.
In all truth you are the joke no one "found" us it was not we who were lost,take back your trinkets and diseases that killed millions of my kin.
You are a disrespectful people with no history,no past,no true future,it is you who are the strangers here this land is my heritage my ancestors were here before your came to lie and steal so you go back to where you came from.
This time you have gone to far you destroy my Mother Earth with your factories and cars,then with your greed and selfish ways say to me,I do not belong?
You can not even speak your own language then make fun of mine,go back white man to your Europe,it is you who do not belong it is you who are ileagle immigrants my ancestors never invited yours to come here.
You will no more look down on me today you learn the truth,it is to a woman of the Tsalagi you speak,a woman both proud and free!
granny!

To Share The Song!

2006-08-16T05:31:00.000-07:00

Have you ever seen the glory of the dawning sun,bright burst of colors brings tears to your eyes.
Do you hear the birds singing praises in their happiness,tree frogs,crickets,and other things sing along.
It is to great Creator this beauty belongs,a share in it is all I ask a chance to join the song.
This is what my spirit seeks it is this that brings true peace,to know you are a part of all Creator made.
Keeping Mother Earth in balance should be a joy not a task,cleaning away the old things making way for all the new.
Seeing the Eagle fly across the face of Father Sky,should lift your spirit with the dream of someday joining in his flight.
When you feel the wind blow do you listen for the song,does your heart whisper prayers for him to carry on?
If the thunder crashes and lightning splits the sky,the rain comes down in torrents and the winged ones breathe a sigh.
Do you understand this is a cleansing for us all,can you smell the freshness when the storm has passed and know the Circle is renewed you have another chance!
granny!

Cherokee Face!

2006-08-16T05:19:00.000-07:00

Wild child free and proud across the hot sands run,turn the rocks do not get caught brother rattler lies in wait.
Ceremony sacred site brother rattler in my arms,never fear spirits near child never bitten.
Heart beats fast mine is last the diamond back streches out his tongue,he too feels no fear safely back to the sun.
Bare brown feet mountian stream in the sand find the rubies in the black streaks,turquois with silver streaks,midnight tears Apache maiden cried.
Feel the wind taste the sun,on my pony's back,follow trails ages old see the story as it unfolds.
Mountian pass will not turn back find a cave settle in,summer storm lightning torn dances through the sky.
Thunder brothers shake the ground red hair wet from rain,heart raging with the pain face the wind and scream aloud no one now to hear my cry.
Face the world nothing shows black eyes grandfather knows,let it go things do not change teach your face to hide the pain!
granny!

Stories!

2006-08-07T11:53:00.000-07:00

http://public.csusm.edu/raven/cherokee.dir/cherolit.html

http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0962863009/ravenstsalachero/102-6918762-9366553

http://www.gly.edu/railsback/CS/CSCorn&Medicine.html

http://www.cla.purdue.edu/waaw/Jensen/NAW.html

http://www.hanksville.org/storytellers/tocT2.html

http://www.biblio.org/storytelling.html

http://www.skynet.net/~myersdk/origins.html

http://walkswithhawsherbs.org/NativeAmericanStories.html

Places!

2006-08-07T11:31:00.000-07:00

http://www.mayapaleolithicmuseum,org/The%20Galleries.htm

http://www.cafepress.com/bearbutte1

http://ckrz.com/

http://rednation.org

http://www.powwows.com/resource/view_arena.php?ArenaID=53

http://thepeoplespaths.net/events.html

http://cherokee.org/

For Whom Freedom?

2006-07-29T09:01:00.000-07:00

Do you know your history the story of your people,can you tell me who you are and about your family?
So many now are searching and yet still do not understand,what from my people was taken and why it is so sad.
Have you ever heard the real truth or still believe the lies,it is told columbus found us,how could he was the one that was lost?
History in this land did not begin with the white man,this was our world for thousands of years before we ever heard of them.
They came here in their little boats filthy,sick,and starving,my ancestors gave them help and how did they repay them?
Our love,care,and respect for the land they could not understand,to them it was for using they called us evil for loving her as our Mother Earth.
We too believe there is only one Creator,but because we loved and honored all living spirits they called us red devils.
Look around you people at all the bad things in this land,there is no respect for anything the Circle is out of balance.
No one cares for Mother Earth,Father Sky is full of posion,the water is not safe to drink the animals are dying.
Children are mistreated,left to raise themselves,grandmothers and aunties are all much too busy with themselves.
Where are the uncles whose duty it is to teach them,there are no families left to guide them,is it any wonder that they are commiting suicide?
There is no caring,sharing,no love for anything,no laws that are lived by and truely enforced by living.
So now my friends read your laws and declarations,in your language they are only words not one of you lives by them.
Freedom seems to mean to you only for certian people,only those you pick and choose for others you change them.
My peoples words meant just what they said our honesty was used against us,because we did what was right and good you thought that we were stupi.
So read your own history books and see the lies within them,then tell me if you dare which people were truely evil?

granny!

History?

2006-07-29T08:53:00.000-07:00

History told by one side only has led the generations,so many lies and mistakes too many bad excuses.
When will it stop and the truth be told our lives justified,the time has come for all to know we had a right to be angry.
I will not listen to the lies and hold my tongue silent,if I must pay the price it will be for truth told of my ancestors.
Honoe,courage,and respect were the lessons taught to me,pride in who and what I am and those I came from.
No more will I hide in shame but stand my ground and fight,with words of truth if they let me but there is no price to high.
Tsalagi is what I am,Turtle Island is my home,my kin have fought and died here since time before time.
My grandmothers stories will guide my life forever,handed through the ages by grandmothers beyond counting.
So keep your Heros I have my own and they all spoke the truth,it is you who visits here white eyes not I,or my kind!
granny!

Meadowcroft

2006-07-29T08:49:00.000-07:00

http://www.mnsu.edu/emuseum/archaeology/sites/northamerica/meadowcroft.html

http://meadowcroftmuseum.org/rockshelter.htm

2006-07-29T08:42:00.000-07:00

http://www.op.org/domcentral/library/native.htm

http://www.tolatsga.org/iro.html

http://www.realjustice.org/library/natjustl.html

http://www.pilgimhall.org/daymourn.htm

http://www.cabrillo.edu/~crsmith/anth7_hist1.html

http://www.cabrillo.edu/~crsmith/amerskeletons.html

http://www.cabrillo.edu/~crsmith/drownedland.html

http://www.cabrillo.edu/~crsmith/mverde.html

Story,First Creator and Lone Man!

2006-07-28T22:57:00.000-07:00

http://www.firstpeople.us/FP-Html-legends/FirstCreatorandLoneMan-Mandan.html

wreds nest!

2006-07-26T22:53:00.000-07:00

wreds nest!

2006-07-26T22:43:00.000-07:00

Flute Speaks!

2006-07-26T08:51:00.000-07:00

Where blows the wind what song does it sing,can you hear when it speaks the story it tells of ancient days?
Can you answer with your flute the loneliness of which it tells,the hurt the pain grandmother felt when it whispered through the trees?
Have you heard it tell of desert lands covered by the shifting sands,of the peoples blood that soaked away within them?
See the shadows made as the winds blow their message,of other days and other ways both joys and sadness.
Four winds carrying prayers since the long and long ago,from a time so distant only we can know.
Sunrise to sunset across my homelands,I can hear them speaking their song stays in my head.
I too add my prayers in hopes they will be heard,by my great Creator for everyone I love!
granny!

Little Brother Brave!

2006-07-25T17:49:00.000-07:00

Heart stops mind runs life passes by,fear holds body cold can not find the path.
Horses running hear them coming,children screaming feet stumble fall hard to the ground.
Must go can not stop reach out a hand to the old one,soldiers yelling come to play.
No way to see no understanding,why does it have to be this way?
They gave no warning there is no reason,what did we do to cause such hate?
Mother crying,in the dirt the baby lies is he hurt,the horse rears up then comes down.
Suddenly my mind explodes no way to save him,still I run the man looks so surprised.
Grab the sword from his hand his dying words can not be heard above the noise.
Today I die inside the fort for showing courage,as I walk my head lifts in pride.
Spirits soars in the sky grandfather waits way up high,feather earned in my hand.
Yesterday I saw eight summers,today I sing my death song.
Save my people do not look back,my heart follows in their path!
As told by my grandmother about her grandmothers older brother,who had watched his grandfather and uncles burned to death locked inside their own cabin.His mother and four year old sister raped,and when the soldier killed their baby brother he snapped!
granny!

Grandmothers Story!

2006-07-25T17:27:00.000-07:00

Weary though my spirit is Creator leads me onward,keep moving child you can not stop just another mile.
No more I cry please let me rest for a little while,you must not little one move on if you sleep you will never wake.
The snow is deeo my feet are bare and bleeding,I stumble on my mind is numb I never even feel them.
An Elder falls to the side they will not let my mother help him,they shove her hard she nearly falls father grabs her arm.
Tears are frozen to her cheeks as she stumbles to keep up,my little brother in her arms father trys to take him.
Someone hits him very hard from behind blood runs down his shoulder,with a gun butt to his head he is knocked unconsious.
This time mother will not move but drops down beside him,grandmother takes my hand and forces me onward.
We can not leave them please I cry but grandmother hushes me,she reaches out as we pass by to take my brother with us.
Will this walking never end and do they not understand have they no feelings,the soldier laughs as we cross paths his foot stuck out to trip me.
Just move forward grandmother says trust Creator to give you strength,He will never forget us.
Finally the miles are done so very far we have come,so many lost along the way still someday we will say we are the winners at least our hearts are human.
A Trail of Tears so long and hard both father and mother have died,grandmother tells me to remember.
From this day forward you will tell all that you have seen and heard,never child forget the hurt pass it on it must be heard!

As told to me by my grandmother,as it was told to her by hers, Little Bird who walked that terrible trail.
granny!

Warning!

2006-07-25T16:34:00.000-07:00

Comes a rumble underground,Mother warns us one last time.
Tremble children all is lost,Mother warned you of the cost.
This way of using can not continue,Mothers patience has been lost.
No longer will there be a building or a mountian that is sound.
Best seek a place Grandfathers children,or never will your souls be found.
Run now to the Elders,let them count you clan by clan.
Look out here come the spirit warriors,riding on the blackened clouds.
Warning spoken in a whisper,warnings shouted out so loud,do we not wish that we had listened now?
granny!

What Do I See!

2006-07-25T16:19:00.000-07:00

Elder help me hear me call a vision holds me deep in thrall,I can not eat I can not think it even haunts me in my sleep.
The drums are beating in my ears the flames are eating up the walls,feet are dancing to the beat animal headress is worn by all.
People streaming to the west red sun setting covers all,blood red clouds hover near people speaking low in fear.
I see a necklace made of tears,shells,and turquious,silver spears,neck,shoulders,upper chest the Elder wears this like a vest.
Three are leading one turns back some one left this man is black,hurry forward tribes of man do not get caught in the sand.
To the mountians with the red halo,please hurry all must go,safety waits in these far lands people wait to give a hand.
What is this thing that tortures me what is this fear that is in m y heart,how can I make it go away,please Elder help what does it mean?
Please help me to understand,I need the wisdom of the clans,grandmothers face keeps warning me this is a message I should heed!
granny!

Can We Find The Lost?

2006-07-25T16:09:00.000-07:00

Lost and lonely spirits wander through this land,searching for the children of the scattered clans.
Sacred ancestors shedding many tears tried to save the children by giving them away,to white friends they gave them to raise.
So many more were stolen taken to the schools,used as slaves and beaten and abused,kept from their people and their native tongue their heritage they lost.
Our hearts now are empty our souls so afraid,where now are the children that have lost our ways?
We reach out and call to them red,yellow,black,and white,the blood of the people thunders in their minds.
Please children listen if you hear the call,just keep searching when you hear the drums beat in your hearts.
Does the music stir you,the song move your heart,can you almost see my face when the dances start?
Seek out the Elders with the stories of your past,could it be that just like me you hear your people call?
Do not be afraid they will not laugh at you,all know the sad story and know you speak the truth!
granny!

Animal Friends!

2006-07-25T15:26:00.000-07:00

Sunrise bird song hear them praise Creator,another day to live the way in peace with all nature.
Deer run,beaver build,otter play watch the fun,Eagle flies so high soars out wide patrols the sky.
Red tailed hawk,spirit friend,lend your sight to your kin,bobcat stalks the night quiet now he is on the track.
Brother bear catching salmon water sparkles in the light,rainbow overhead shining spray from the waterfall.
Possum hanging from the trees close your eyes you are seen,rabbits playing in the clover honey bees hover.
Humming bird dancing in the air see him flash here and there,hollow tree squirrles lair full of nuts his winter fare.
Robin hops upon the ground curious of every sound,chatter crow go spread the news brother owl is on the loose.
Sweet children of my Mother Earth crowded out it is we who lose,cricket song,bullfrog bellow,without these where would we be?
I love the sounds all life makes,they are my kin I need these things to fill my days and make my nights feel right these are the blessings in my life!
granny!

Work Together!

2006-07-25T15:16:00.000-07:00

Healer,healer,spirit man hear my plea and understand,my kin need a helping hand,lost in worries troubles now help us gather while we can.
Leader,leader,warriors,Chiefs,in both war and peace red path,white path,make your stand lead your people across this land.
Women,women,Mothers friends the earth needs you to attend,hear how slow her heart is beating she is dying she really needs us.
Children,children,hear the call animal,plant,birds,and man,it is time to close the Circle gather near start to remember.
Ceremonies,sacred rites,dream now dreamers bring us back,beat the drums play the flutes let your love Creator hear.
Nations,world all the people,red,yellow,black,and white,hand to hand circle all make an effort lift the pall.
Each one of us has to give to make this right we can not say we have nothing to offer,listen closely to your heart join your brothers in this fight.
To clean the land and clean the air we must work together do not dispare,Creator is watching what we do the end is near what does He think of you?
granny!

The Dreamer!

2006-07-25T15:10:00.000-07:00

Coyote laugh and Eagle scream,Crow tell all the People.
Brother Bear lend your strength,Otter your sense of humor.
Hawk soar through the air,seek out for us the Circle.
Little Beaver help us to build a safe home for the children.
Wolf,sacred warrior lead now against the enemy within.
Blue Jay little clown whisper to us your secrets,bring back the laughter to the People.
Mother Earth,Spirit friends,please protect your children.
Grandfather,bring to us the Dreamer!
granny!

Runner!

2006-07-25T15:00:00.000-07:00

Rise up face the sun turn your head and start to run,carry a message in your head far to go can not be slow keep it even breathing deeply.
Prayers said honor earned hard lessons quickly learned,step by step have to go must get there they have to know.
Strange things in our lands different people taking stands,who are they where did they come from what is it from us they want?
Do not take the things they give us it is death for the children,covered now with spots and redness fever burns upon there brow.
What kind of people are these who would trade a childs life for a piece of land,hearts filled with rage and hate they only came now take and take.
What have we done why do they hate us we can not even worship our Creator,lands,names,language,life,and still more they take.
They are coming now in force I must make it to the People first,can not stumble can not fall if I do we lose it all.
Where now can we run they will not miss us with their guns,can not change the color of our faces,they have stolen all our places!
granny!

It Could Be!

2006-07-25T14:47:00.000-07:00

In the long and long ago the People lived a life of freedom,part of their world everything their teachers.
Land not owned but lived with all of us as brothers and sisters,prayers said when lives were taken from the animals,plant,bird,and finned Nations,nothing ever wasted.
Prayers were a part of life said all day long,when life was good as well as bad we were greatful just to be alive.
Mother Earth was honored and every care was taken,we knew our lives depended on her gentle loving balance.
Father Sky was looked upon with the deepest awe,within his deep blue eye flew the sacred Eagle.
The Four Winds we knew and understood carried more than prayers,if we disrespected they could deal death to us in seconds.
Grandfather watches over us the guider of our spirits,the people knew they were safe within His loving arms.
How my heart longs to know days like these again,first we must unite our people all again!
granny!

Counting Time!

2006-07-25T09:26:00.000-07:00

Listen now the birds are telling fires burn in the night,smoke and ashes block the air can you tell me if any care?
Animals in places they have never been tell a tale,as we watch the world grows hotter only we can stop this now.
What good are roads and buildings with no people in them,back to the land it is our sacred duty to attend it.
We were told from long ago to listen for the Elders calling,time has come as we well know to gather now for the counting.
Children scattered to the four winds hid their faces and their spirits,time soon to rebuild be ready Mother Earth will need you.
Stories told in secret wisdom kept in pieces passed down through the ages,all the signs are telling prophesies are welded.
Written on our very souls how many times they were told,how many grandmothers tears washed away the hurts they gave us.
It is time to be excited smile now do not be down hearted,the hardest test is yet to come we are the ones to inheirit!
granny!

Come Forward!

2006-07-25T09:16:00.000-07:00

Brothers and sisters come forward now do not be afraid,where have you buried your native pride,children it is there hidden deep inside.
Open your hearts let your spirits soar,long and long ago,your duty was fortold,do not be afraid now of those who are outside.
They can not know now or forever the truth of what you hide,come forward children let Creator be your guide.
Reach out with both hands and heart see with not just your eyes,hear not just with ears,throw open your soul to the things that are your birth right.
Stand in the open children of Mother Earth,feel the Eagles flight again,stand tall and strong like the trees full of life,be still and listen to all things in the golden sunlight of day.
Let the spirits of the ancients live within your hearts listen and let them tell of how things should be done.
The old ones only sleep children,our past is not lost,all the things we need to know are waiting if you only ask for them!
Please children start asking!
granny!

Pain is Art?

2006-07-25T09:09:00.000-07:00

It is pain you say that makes it art,what greater pain than a broken heart?
The phone rang on a clear blue day,the words spoken are in my ears today.
Are you Jehrimias mother,I heard him say,there has been an acident today.
The mighty river carried away the dreams that made my life seem sane.
My heart stopped,I could not breathe,an icy feeling washed over me,those words just would not go away.
The calls that came the next few days,were things no one should ever hear someone say.
I never again saw my baby's face,heard his laughter,or felt his hug.
Black rage raced through my veins,at all and any in my way.
This I live with night and day,it does not feel like art to me!
granny!

Make Things Right!

2006-07-25T09:00:00.000-07:00

Sunrise sunset all the world is now beset,troubles come and troubles go where do we look how will we know?
Questions,answers in the wind seek the Elders they can help,hear their wisdom and believe.
Listen closely to what is said they can tell you what is to come,Mother Earth is fading fast.
Feel her shiver in the night shake the world to set it right,mountians blow,rivers swell,summer now feels like fall.
We all must now work together gather now to hear their tale,Elders speaking you better listen.
Send the message say your prayers learn to be humble within yourself,we are nothing all alone.
Return now to your ancient roots learn your lessons learn them well,ask for forgivness or you fall.
Place your hands upon the earth,plant a tree feed a child,tend the old ones everywhere be the person you should be.
If only you would look around your heart knows what should be done,listen to your spirit guides they can help to make thingts right!
granny!

Spirit Prayer!

2006-07-25T08:50:00.000-07:00

My spirit cries in lonliness my heart is heavy in my chest,where is my connection to Mother Earth how very far I have strayed.
Where walks the wisdom I so need the Elders and the healers,how is it I have seperated myself from the healing waters?
I beg of you Creator in tearful prayer what more of trouble must I face,where is the path I must trace to struggle through it?
How far the ancestors fires seem to be this night,how cold they seem though bright shining in the skies are they watching over?
Where are the songs of my ancestors that once cheered my way,I can not hear their joy are they displeased with me?
There seems to be a wall between these things and me,where grandmother are the dreams that always comfort me?
So long it seems I have been away from the spirit kin,I need I think the spring rains to put the warmth and joy back in my life.
Time crawls when troubles come the sky seems filled with grey clouds,if only I could feel the smile of Grandmother sun on me.
Brother moon looks coldly down as if he is disdainful,my whole being cries out for warmth and love,please Creator send it to save me!
granny!

Live The Way!

2006-07-25T08:40:00.000-07:00

Rise up greet the sun prayers said so full of love,head bowed heart respectful show Creator you are greatful.
Ask for wisdom grace and giving say your prayers for all now living,seek a way to show all men a humble heart before your maker.
You can not lead until you follow none are better than the rest,offer Him your very best let Him know you are worth the test.
Lessons taught but do you learn will you give or do you yearn,he with nothing is most blessed.
Choose your path and then stay on it follow well what you first sought,sometimes the best can hurt the most.
Sand,sage,cactus flower what we find can surprise us,blessings come to those not searching.
Hate breeds hate as we well know so ask for guidence along the way,show to all it is peace you seek.
This path chosen is the toughest,to be meek is the roughest,turn your head and walk away live the proof of what you say!
granny!

Simple Things!

2006-07-25T08:31:00.000-07:00

What is it that I hear whispered on the wind,who is it that is calling it sounds like the voice of a dear friend.
Could it be the spirits of our ancient past,telling us to stay strong and keep to the one true path?
Do you see the hawk flying in lazy circles high above in the sky of turquois blue,can you hear the sweet voice of the turtle dove?
See the willows bend to kiss the water of the lake in the gentle breeze,there is a heron nesting there in the cattails on the bank.
Hear the honking cries of the geese as they pass along on their way to their winter home,the autumn leaves gather deep at the feet of the sacred Oak.
These are the things so many miss in their hurried lives,the simple beauty of the gifts given by our Creator.
The animals,the plants,the lilting happy laugh of a little child,there is no greater beauty than the simple things in life!
granny!

Voice On The Wind!

2006-07-25T08:23:00.000-07:00

It does not matter how far away my feet travel,the flute of my people returns my heart to its true home.
Even weary unto death my troubles many,the sound of the flute lifts me into prayer,a song so much a part of me my spirit always answers.
Calling to me sad and sweet drifting through my mind,telling me never fear your ancestors wait to guide you.
My heart lifts in answer and forgets about the miles,home is where I am heading to recapture the magic.
Bird song,love song,sometimes even tragic,mountian breezes blowing,seasons changing,children growing that is the voices of the flute and rattle.
Ceremonies that are sacred,prayers of a peoples hearts,carried on the wind,voices lifted up in praise to our Great Creator.
Sit still and listen it is the voices of the Elders,songs that tell of love and loss,and the voice of Wahya calling.
It is the breath of life blowing through the wood,guided by a loving heart speaking to his people!

Come Out,Hear Creator!

2006-07-25T08:12:00.000-07:00

Sacred prayers in the sunrise I need no steeple overhead,it is Creators path I follow.
Grandfathers deep blue skies I need open space and freedom,no one to say my prayers or lead me,my heart knows best what is needed.
Mother Earth beneath my bare feet no fancy shoes or dresses,what I need is peace and beauty not showing off of riches.
Four Winds blowing through my soul from them you keep no secrets,open honest humble prayers songs truely from the spirit.
I do not trust the men called preacers what can they tell me I can not read,what they say and what they do never seems to be the same things.
My heart hears Creators words to live simple,be respectful,offer truth then live it,speak of others kindly,walk in peace and beauty always.
Four walls only block your spirit,trap the prayers on the ceiling,sit and listen to them drone do you remember what you heard?
On my feet I will not be sleeping when I hear Creators words,come out people from those dark buildings offer prayers that will be heard!
granny!

What I Am!

2006-07-25T08:05:00.000-07:00

Tree,flower,river,rock,these things are a part of me,they are my kindred spirits.
Earth,Sky,wind,rain,my soul remains the same as that od my ancestors.
Prayers,drums,flute,dance,the heart of my ceremonies this is life to me.
Mountians,valleys,plains,deserts,these things belong to me they are my heritage.
Corn,beans,rice,squash,what more do I need than to feed my family?
Animals,plants,birds,Creator,these are things to tell me I am a part of the Circle.
Love,respect,truth,humbleness,this is all that is asked of me it is a joy to give them.
And so you see life is very simple,it is man who bring the the complications!
granny!

How Do You Know?

2006-07-23T10:28:00.000-07:00

Grandmother,how did you become so wise in the ways of life,who told you these things you know?
Come child sit here at my feet and I will tell you as my grandmother told me,of the long and long ago.
Grandmother how do you know when to plant the corn so that it will grow strong and tall?
Child,when first the two legs came into the world of light,it was Creator who told all.
Then we were like you,unknowing and wide eyed,Creator said to us,the four leg peoples if you will listen will teach you all you need to know.
Know this children,everything has a spirit just as you and me,a reason to be,to learn you must first show respect for their ways.
Mother Earth has many faces,all things follow the Circle,watch,listen and you will learn.
And so we know with the first soft rains bring spring,the grasses begin to turn green,Mothers flesh is soft and giving,then it is time to plant the corn.
Grandmother,how do you know the animals will come and give their lives for us to use to help our children grow,give us food and clothes?
Child,Creator spoke to all,as long as we give respect to our Elders the four legs,say prayers of thanks for their giving,they will come to help their brothers to live.
Grandmother how long will these things be so,and why has so much for the People changed?
Child,Creator knows like all children not always do we listen to the things we are told,and so sometimes the lessons we must learn are very hard.
Grandmother will we ever be able to return to the way that things should be,the way the ancestors lived when they were free?
Child,when our hearts turn from greed,back to the way of the ancestors,then and only then will the Circle be complete!
granny!

Ceremonies!

2006-07-23T10:09:00.000-07:00

In the long and long ago in the very misty beginings of time,the old ones knew they must go before Creator and ask for a weay to teach the People to love and respect each other.
And so one of the very first sacred ceremonies began,that of coming before Creator to ask for wisdom and blessings.Now these Elders knes this must be a very special ceremony because if they did not show proper respect and humbleness Creator would not answer,and the world would become a chaos of rude hate filled people.
They also knew if that happened the peoples of this land would never be able to live together with each other or the other peoples of this world,the animals,plants,and birds.The fire must be lstarted using the sacred flames given by Creator,a circle must be cleared and cleaned as Creator made everything to follow the Circle of life.
The prayers needed to be just right so we were not asking for more than we needed or not enough,so they took many days to prepare them.The music and dancing too must be just right,so new drums and flutes must be made and purified,the dancers and players too must be prepared and purified so as not to offend Creator with wrongness.
Water must be used as well as Earth,the colors of the gifts must be right,tobacco found and made ready to offer with the prayers.Everything must be done exactly right,with the proper things done so Creator would know how much we loved and needed His guidence.And each new ceremony even to this day are given the same thoughts,time,and respectful humbleness to show Creator we know we are only human,but we wish to do these things in a pleasing way!

This is the way my grandmother passed these things to me,and her grandmother to her. This story I was told is as old as our memories,and this I believe to be true!
granny!

Gather!

2006-07-23T09:59:00.000-07:00

The starving moon has finally passed and Mother Earth wears brand new grass,the rising sun brings another day rise children and offer thanks.
Soon the planting time will be here,work hard children to feed us for another year,gather wood for a council fire all will meet from far and near.
Prepare now warriors for a hunt say a prayer to bring the four legs near,dance now maidens for the corn,Elders pray to end all strife.
Gather children share this day who knows if another one will come,smile share a loving glance,raise your voices,join the dance,play your flute beat your drum,time for to come to meet as one.
Animal,plant,bird,and human we are all Creators people each have a different song to sing,raise our voices tell the stories so the children will remember who they are and where they came from.
North,South,East,and West face each one to be blessed,four winds blow and Eagle scream comes the Dreamer with a dream,join us now ancient spirits,join the People as we bring a brand new Circle!
granny!

Simple Things!

2006-07-23T09:50:00.000-07:00

In the long and longt ago the Elders told the people,there is more to cleaning self than you seem to know.
When you go before Creator,do you think He can not see,all the little secret things you keep from family?
It is the things within your mind that cause your heart unrest,those things you must clean out for you to do your best.
If you have a grudge against your neighbor think about what caused it,then try to make things better.
Do not let greed live within your heart give away anything that may cause these feelings,remember it is not how much you have but how much you have helped others.
To gather up possesions will clutter up your soul,if your family has enough to eat a safe place to lay their heads then you are doing well.
Warriors choose first the path of peace when ever you are able,women teach the children love and respect that is your sacred duty.
Grandmothers and grandfathers it is for you to protect and pass on the sacred knowledge,keep the children on the path of perfect balance.
Healers teach the people how to care for their bodies,to keep their spirits clean,and watch for signs of Creators coming!
granny!

Warriors Heart!

2006-07-23T09:42:00.000-07:00

Someone stold my heart away long and long ago,mighty warrior standing free and proud beneath the midday sun.
Never would he give up nor listen to the lies,and though his heart was breaking my warrior would not run.
Concern for his people gave him strength that day,he would not leave until they were safe then he let his pony run.
Alone he would face them and turn the tide away,women,children and Elders needed to escape.
Once the trail was broken he knew they would track them there,into the rocks he led them hiding any trace.
The other warriors also wished to join this fight,he knew he could not let them the price would be too high.
Go with the people brothers this one I fight alone,live now for my people you will fight another day.
And so my mighty warrior gave his life that day,never has Mother Earth recieved the blood of a truer heart!
granny!

There is A Need!

2006-07-20T13:22:00.000-07:00

Listen to the wisdom of the long ago, when the winds would whisper things that we should know.
Learn about the living from those who teach respect,pray to Creator with honest humbleness.
Feel the pain of the stories from those who truely know,hear the words of the Elders who lived when it was so.
Reach out to the spirits who roam in restless search,help them find the path that will lead them safely home.
Where are the healers who can mend our broken souls,bring back the children who have forgotten what they should know.
Where are the ceremonies that teach us of our past,who beats the drums of life and teaches us to dance?
Who sings the songs of life the way that it should be,who remembers the begining and our ways as being right?
How long will we continue to turn our backs on each other,when will we join hands and close this lonely Circle?
A call of need across this land is sent to you and me,how will you answer friend or will you just pretend you did not hear it?
granny!

A Prayer of Hope!

2006-07-20T13:14:00.000-07:00

Let us build together a sacred story fire,let us meet together beneath Creators sky.
Let us tell to each other so that none will again forget,all the teaching stories our grandparents told to us.
Let there be stars above us,Mother Earths sweet land below,the waters all around us singing as they go.
Let all who behold us know us by our names,let there never be a day again when we must hang our heads in shame.
Let us all stand proud and tall to tell the world together,today and forever our world we have regained.
Let us come together from all across this land,let us meet as brothers and sisters touching both heart and hand.
Let us reach out to the children and take their pain away,let us give them back their own past one they can be proud of!

Aisv Nv Wadohivnv!
granny!

First Snow!

2006-07-20T12:58:00.000-07:00

Evening falls softly in the mountian valley a peaceful end to the day and the temperatures are dropping,smoke comes the roofs of every home a gentle snow comes down bringing with it silence.
In the east a new moon riseing on fields of wind driven snow,a blueish cast to make the world look eerie and sound so quiet.
The shadow of brother owl brushes across the snow as he flies low circling the meadow,field mice duck then scurry home not wishing to be dinner.
Brother fox leaves his track in the pristine beauty,on the hunt but staying low to easily seen with no trees or bushes near to hide in.
First thin ice makes a glittering skin across the river,underneath the slow sweet sounds of the water singing still as it moves toward the ocean.
Snow begins to fall in thicker viels and all out,begin a search for burrows,stars above blink off and on,fires of my ancestors.
Clouds move across the rising moon leaving drifting shadows,the sleeping ones will awake with new snow high against their lodges.
Sweet notes from a single flute love has conquered even cold,as he plays with all the love in his heart,to the one who will share his path in this life!
granny!

Creators Children!

2006-07-20T12:42:00.000-07:00

Lost ones in the wind loniness your only friend,always seeking never finding the place where you belong.
Do you think we have forgotten not our fault heritage denied you,neither side says I am sorry not accepted as you are.
You must choose one or the other that is what you are thinking,not true Mothers children you are the best part of both worlds.
It is your task gentle hearts to bring back peace to all your kin,learn the wisdom and the stories of both sides then you start.
Healing lies within your hands make these people understand,we all must live together neither one will ever go.
Hear the pain of your red brothers tell it to the other kin,it is up to you now teach both sides with love and understanding.
Be yourself and help each other you are the new tribe of man,use the wisdom of the ages do not let them turn away.
Teach of Mother Earths sweet blessings that all things are kin,listen to the wind and water learn about lifes secrets buried deep within.
When you have the knowlege do not be afraid to share it,to those who say who are you to say you must tell them,Creators child just like you!
granny!

A Love That Strong!

2006-07-20T07:34:00.000-07:00

Through the drifting snowbanks the young one struggles,his mother is ill and must stay covered to the healers cave he goes seeking to save her.
Cold bringer has blown for days bringing snow and ice to the villiage,he brought in wood and kept her warm but every scrap of food was gone.
A lonely widdow his mother,yet treated well by all the others,she the guide for new life connected deeply to Mother Earth.
Her own illness she can not cure it is one of spirit not just body,though she loves her child her heart is dying from the loss of her mate.
She knows her brother will do his duty care for the son she loves so,he will never do without not for food,love,or guidence.
For as long as she can remember one love has been her life,on the day of their bonding she was the happiest of women all her dreams come true.
Six short years they were together the birth of their son made him so happy,then as the weather began to change and time to gather for winter came.
One mistake and he was gone brother Bear his life had claimed,the buck he was stalking led him too far from home the arrow he let fly went wrong.
Brother Bear was enraged the arrow stuck in his rib cage,there was no time to appologize or run now his widdow wears Bears coat and sleeps alone.
The healer came but soon left again there was nothing more that he could do,quietly in the night her spirit slipped away the only sound was Wahyas calling answered soon by his mate!
granny!

Healing Balance!

2006-07-19T08:57:00.000-07:00

Who am I cries the lonely heart in forever restless flight,what am I to do that drives my seeking mind?
Hidden from the kindred never show your face,lost inside this world of white never fitting in.
Where do I go from here comes from the heart to rend the soul apart,there is something I should do known from the dawn of time.
When will the time come that the message will be clear,I can not sleep my dreams are tossed and shock me into fear.
Wings from above send your love and give your children peace,send the one to make the dreams come clear.
Creator of my spirit guide my troubled mind,teach my feet to find the path You want them to travel.
Father Sky,Mother Earth,the drum beats in my blood,help me to know where I should go and who it is that needs me.
Will you blessed ones answer my prayers,give to me the strength I need to lead my family home?
This land I love watched from above by a higher power,return the Circle to its place and restore the healing balance!
granny!

wreds nest!

2006-07-19T08:55:00.000-07:00

wreds nest!

Healing Balance!

Who am I cries the lonely heart in forever restless flight,what am I to do that drives my seeking mind?
Hidden from the kindred never show your face,lost inside this world of white never fitting in.
Where do I go from here comes from the heart to rend the soul apart,there is something I should do known from the dawn of time.
When will the time come that the message will be clear,I can not sleep my dreams are tossed and shock me into fear.
Wings from above send your love and give your children peace,send the one to make the dreams come clear.
Creator of my spirit guide my troubled mind,teach my feet to find the path You want them to travel.
Father Sky,Mother Earth,the drum beats in my blood,help me to know where I should go and who it is that needs me.
Will you blessed ones answer my prayers give to me the strength I need to lead my family home?
This land I love watched from above by a higher power,return the Circle to its place and restore the healing balance!

granny!

wreds nest!

2006-07-19T08:29:00.000-07:00

wreds nest!

Keep The Stories!

Grandmother made me promise oh,so long ago I would tell her stories everywhere I go,told by her grandmother they are my heritage some so old only memories remain.
Handed down for generations they are our golden rules given by Creator,before He scattered His children to the Four Winds.
Each story teller gave a sacred oath they would teach each generatyion what they need to know.
Lessons about Mother Earth and what she needs to keep the balance,honor and respect given to all the spirits.
Stories about the web of life and how these things are woven,Creator made everything to follow a great Circle.
How we came to be here on Turtle Island,the way that we should live,what the purpose of each thing is and our place within it.
If we do not honor the lives of our ancestors,then we forget our places and what we need to give,then our world can not go on and we will surely lose it!

granny!

wreds nest!

2006-07-19T08:00:00.000-07:00

wreds nest!

Hope?

Sadness fills my aching heart as still my people stand apart,they will not reach out to each other.
Fear and anger from ages past keep them from each other,there is no trust within their hearts to bring them back together.
Enemy my enemy reach out your loving hand to me and I will fill it full of gladness,do not remember what is gone,what is to come is what matters.
This land must fill itself with love if all are to survive this,what secrets we know we must now share with each other.
Healers feel no fear we beg you to come forward,it is you who must cure this peoples blindness open hearts,and open minds allow the healing of our spirits.
The darkness that has filled this land will soon be swept away,do not be swept with it take the time to know your past,if you are to face the future.
Reach out now to both enemy and brother,those who can it is your duty to teach each other,do not let the knowlege die please tell us all your stories!
granny!

America - Freedom to Fascism New Trailer

2006-07-18T20:41:00.000-07:00


16 minute trailer to share with everyone you know. America Freedom to Fascism will open as a mainstream theatrical release on July 28. We need to pack the theatres where it shows with lines around the block. The power they understand is the Power of BoxOffice.

wreds nest!

2006-07-14T10:23:00.000-07:00

wreds nest!

The Healing!

As grandmother told us stories of the long ago,we would see the sadness in her eyes the pain deep in her soul.
She told of skies so clear and blue it hurt to look above,of woods and fields where creatures ran free and full of life.
Of villiages surrounded by warm and loving hills,and of giving thanks to Creator for all His love.
It seemed the path was clear then where each of us should walk,just obey the laws of the circle and all would work out right.
Why can it not be so now,the way that it was then,when each person knew their place in life and those you met were friends?
The spirits of the seasons to each of them we gave thanks,we celebrated each rising and setting sun we prayed together in times of change.
Let us join hands together and heed the Elders call,raise our prayers together and help heal our Mothers soul!
granny!

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2006-07-14T10:14:00.000-07:00

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What Have We Lost?

Once we walked Creators path,all life held answers all things taught a lesson.
We gave respect and thanks,for all things in our lives we showed humbleness before Creator in our prayers.
The food we ate the clothes we wore,the water we drank even the stones upon our road were seen as blessings.
All things taught us about Creators Circle,from birth to death you only needed to hear the whispers on the wind.
The eagle flew proud and free above the midday clouds,the hawk would dive and use his sight to see for miles and miles.
All who lived and walked the land would give and take freely,we did not need to own or to build fences.
The winds that blew brought rain or snow and helped to change the seasons,the sun she was our grandmother .
The stars at night we knew were the fires of our ancestors,they whisper stories to teach the people kindness.
Then came those who taught us about the words,I,ME,and MINE,never before had the People thought in this way about the land or animals or themselves.
With these three words came death and dispare,and disreguard for Creators world.
I can not walk Creators path alone it must be we,the roads are closed to those only concerned for ME,for it is a road of peace and sharing,MINE means owning something and the greedy feelings begin,and so the true message of life is soon lost to us!
granny!

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2006-07-14T09:55:00.000-07:00

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Learn The Wisdom!

Sing children stop travailing bring new life stop the wailing,time past free at last lift our voices join hands in rejoicing.
Time now to move forward save what we can of our past,humble hearts open faces reaching now to sacred places we must work to save them.
Show respect ask for blessings plant the seeds of peace and love,teach now understanding repair the sacred web of life learn to weave it.
Turn the wheel close the circle beat the drums call the people,burn sage sweet grass too as we make our stand for truth and freedom.
Build the fire offer tobacco whisper prayers to the wind,wolf howls Eagle screams all these things are the people these are the guides of our dreams.
Mountians,praries,grass lands,forest,the buffalo are still here for us,coyote laughs at the joke we are here we did not go we were hiding here among you.
Elders speak we all listen,healing time hear them call us,taking care of Mother Earth know inside what life is worth reach out for the healing.
Ceremonies now to clean us protect us all from the dark ones,spirits wander far from home it is up to us to help them settle.
Reach out now to all your kin learn the wisdom from each of them listen well to all they teach us the things they learned from their grandmothers!
granny!

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2006-07-14T09:28:00.000-07:00

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Do What Is Right!

Grandfathers fury shakes the ground,thunder crashes,lightning flashes then explodes in the sky.
Mother Earth cries to Creator,man has forgotten how to treat her,everyday the world grows hotter.
Fires eating up the land,flooding rivers,and earth quakes,mountian tops are blowing,hurricanes are growing.
Wake up people do your duty stop the building and expanding,go back to tending to the land.
Please hear the message Creator is sending,learn again to be humble walk the way of your ancestors.
The animals and plants are pleading asking for a helping hand,we have forgotten the sacred teachings.
Build the fires of story telling listen well to your Elders,Spirits of the ancients wait to tell you.
There will be no more warnings we must speak up now,heed this message [people for soon the Circle will be closed!
granny!

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2006-07-14T09:21:00.000-07:00

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What Color?

We have journeyed long and long from our rightful place,our sad hearts grow weary now no where is ever safe.
Much like the childhood game we play hide and seek,knowing if they find us our lives they will take.
Into the mountian fastness with the little ones we ran,knowing that our hearts would die if we could not be free.
Tell it to the children the People we can not be,all must be hidden of our past history.
Learn to speak the language of the enemy,tell them we are something else than what we wish to be.
Reach down deep inside to hide the tears of hate,do not teach the children or they will give us all away.
Until the times are better this is the way that it must be,maybe soon the others will realize what they have done.
Only when they know we are all brothers underneath,skin color is just a thing we see!
granny!

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2006-07-14T09:13:00.000-07:00

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The Path Grandmother Chose!

We are camped beside the Colorado trouble here again stalks us,why can they not just leave us alone we are fed,housed,and clean?
No children were ever more loved even if we live in tents,we are here for speacial reasons it is life lessons grandmother teaches.
We are here for a gather kin are coming who were scattered,grandmother walks away to a small hill this time I can not follow.
I hear her voiced raised in prayer singing softly very old words,even the heart and spirit of a child of four understands this is sacred.
Suddenly all is chaos everyone is running lights are shining in our eyes,a white man in uniform demanding to see everything in our camp.
Someone he said reported wild parties,drugs,and drinking,instead he found us a simple extended family here to learn from the Water.
Grandmother stood proudly before this man who sneered at her,head held high she told him we are here for connections to our spirits.
You will find no evil things here only love and caring,we sing and drum send our prayers upon the wind with sage and sweet grass only.
They gave us only three days then we must move on,they do not like our kind here he said hanging around making messes we made the good folks nervous!
granny!

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2006-07-12T08:03:00.000-07:00

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Beauty Found!

The wisdom of the Elders is not a given thing,rather it is from a lifetime of pain and laughter.
They live they learn they watch they see,when you ask they ask you,somehow you find your own answer.
It is a precious gift they give when they make you seek what you need,it is your heart you learn to heed.
Each lesson taught may seem hard and at the time hopeless,but if you listen you truely learn and it will not be forgotten.
Life is not a given thing but a thing of giving,the time it takes to learn each truth makes it all worth living.
As Creator watched His children die you know His heart was hurting,into hell we walked but we walked out more proudly.
Never take for granted that your next breath is coming,instead be greatful for those you have already taken.
Beauty fills this world of light it is our duty to find it,once found it should be your greatest honor to share it!
granny!

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2006-07-12T07:55:00.000-07:00

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Blessing For The Home!

Great Creator please hear these words,upon the smoke I send them in the sacred humble way of my ancestors.
To the sacred seven directions I send them Grandfather in respectful hopes that you will hear and answer.
To Father Sky above that the sun shines in our lives,and brings the rains when we need them.
To Mother Earth our heart,keep us please connected to all our relations.
To the East Brother Eagle we ask you to watch over our home and family.
To the South Brother Wolf spirit guardion we ask you keep bad spirits from our lives.
To the West Brother Brown Bear we ask you give us the strength to stand against all evils.
To the North White Buffalo Sacred reminder to say our prayers everyday and honor all we have been given.
To Creator we ask with deep respect and humble hearts You walk through our lives with us,guiding our steps,today we ask Grandfather that You bless this home,keep it safe and all who nter here do so in peace and love,and when they depart they do so with blessings.
Great Spirit let all Your wisdom,knowlege,and understanding be my strength to continue on the path You have chosen for us,now and forever!
~AHO~
granny!

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2006-07-12T07:43:00.000-07:00

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Spirit Kin!

Setting sun in all its blazing glory takes your breath away,how many colors do you see as it sinks into the west?
Bands of red and orange glowing the clouds are shaded pink and purple,the surrounding skies seem electric to your eyes.
Almost you feel as if you are facing death the sadness of another day passed,each golden ray that escapes seems to blind you.
And yet there is the faith within your heart you will live to see the sunrise,to offer prayers upon the wind yet another day.
My heart tells me one day I too will make that long journey,there is no fear but hints of joy my ancestors will lead the way.
For those who have gone on before us we sang the journey prayers,telling the spirit kin one of their own was on the way.
They wait they watch they listen for those of us still here,they whisper encouragement for the sad hours of our days.
When my time has come and my spirit too has crossed,all the kin will walk with me on my last long walk!
granny!

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2006-07-12T07:35:00.000-07:00

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Winter Comes!

Sunlight dancing on the water keep the rythym dip the paddle,canoe cuts through the water moving us down river.
Late summer early fall all is gathered for the winter,new lodges built against the weather wood is stacked we will stay warm.
Fire pits built so careful stones must fit then they settle,through the night they hold the heat gather up the skins for sewing.
Cold bringer blows each day stronger soon the snows will be banked up,while inside we sing songs and make love the children dance we are happy.
The river runs close we have fresh water meats are smoked for the hard days,story tellers will remember.
New ones born and old ones pass we are all part of Creators Circle,from our first days we learn respect for our Elders.
Little drums the children play sweet flute songs speak of courting,winter is long and wives are chosen.
Together we all look forward to the changing of the seasons,just as we have forever we learn the ways of the ancients.
Soon again spring will come time then begins again in the lives of Mother Earths beloved children all things renewed new life started!
granny!

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2006-07-12T07:24:00.000-07:00

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We Will Continue!

Rise up greet the sun show honor to Creator,say your prayers with an honest humble heart this is what grandmother taught me.
You child are my future when she took me to the ancient places,kneel put your hands on Mother Earth can you feel the power singing?
Singing in the caves was my favorite the easiest to hear the ancestors speaking,open your heart and mind and listen closely.
High in the mountians brought tyhe most comfort a freedom that filled my spirit,night skies in the desert watching stars that went on forever.
Hearing the song of sunset unfolding in all its beauty,the awe I felt watching the new day dawning knowing the gift we are granted.
Walking softly through the forest speaking to the four leg kin,talking to the water listening to the whispers and chuckles taking away our troubles.
Now she lifts her voice in prayer offering her whole self,as the sweet smell of smoke surrounds and cleans us I begin to understand.
A need grows deep in my soul to reach out and touch the wind,to feel the healing and the blessing to know just how small I am.
To gather in the knowlege to be able to pass it on to my grandaughter,to know that forever the peace will grow and continue in the way of my own people!
granny!

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2006-07-12T07:10:00.000-07:00

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Ancients of The Mounds!

Dark moon sad and lonely spirits on the earth are roaming,Elders say best beware tonight the magic brings dispare.
Ancestors fires burn red and blue there is a strangness in the air,the wolves are calling low and eerie sending chills through all that hear them.
Stay inside on this night of madness owl sits and watches,see him there in the pine keeping wide his strange yellow eyes.
Messenger he is in truth wise and wiley but seldom good,today eagle dropped from the sky there seemed no reason he could not fly.
Terror rides upon the wind what stalks tonight is not of men,little ones in darkness cower this is a night of no fire.
Soon the new day will be dawning stay together a little longer,silent footsteps in the forest medicine man sings his prayers shakes his rattles for protection.
Softly the drums keep beating can you hear the old ones singing,keening sounds on the wind what walks there is no friend.
Screaming sounds cause all to jump not one of the children or women but panther talking,so many things out of place all feel the power building.
Though the warriors all stand ready it is no human they would be facing,the ancients from the mounds are playing tricks on their Tsalagi brothers!
granny!

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2006-07-11T22:19:00.000-07:00

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Creator Comes!

Bright star ancestors campfire I seek wisdom from Creator,sacred sage and tobbacco,sweet grass burns my prayers are answered.
The ancients drums beat my heart echos,flutes from across time cause my soul to catch fire.
Never more to search for Heros no more feeling lost and so alone,Spirits work to send a lifeline reaching out to guide my heart home.
Each new sunrise filled with joyful praises my heart so greatful,now my steps are lighter care is lifted from my shoulders.
Soon the dance starts keeping time to heart beats,moving slowly across the dance groundsmy spirit sings with freedom and laughter.
So like the stories and the ledgends this will continue until Creator calls a halt,from the past into the future for at least seven generations.
Across this world He walks like thunder,lightning flashing in His eyes,come to claim what belongs to Him,none dare block His path to His children.
Duty done life now becons with a sweetness beyond compare,there is it seems a happy ever after for this life of fairy tales!
granny!

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2006-07-11T22:08:00.000-07:00

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Heart Guide!

Daylight dark night freedom of the spirit,how long must I wait before I find my Hero?
Little girl dreaming of a world bright with love,lives with abuse,predjudice,and hatred of her kind.
As she grows she learns the hard way to never show emotion,just another thing to be used against her in this life.
Out there some where is the man who will teach her,help her turn the temper into passions that let go and love him.
Wild child hard to tame shy smiles hide the flames,see them burning in her eyes where is the one who can handle all the love locked in her heart?
Hard head and stubbornspirit she will not back down when she is right,it will take a strong warrior to match the spirit and guide her.
Steeped in tradition prayers at sunrise taking life in her stride,always ready for the fight that is her life.
Gentle warrior in her mind one with loving touches,still must join the ancient struggles some one to help her fight the ancestors battles.
She looks for spirit to match the sterength of her own,one that loves the people as deeply as she does.
Proud and free spirit dancing are you the one to match her,living life to the fullest never worrying about tomorrow?
Live today,laugh and love the grandmothers say for there may never be tomorrows,be all you can that is good and love with all your heart and soul!
granny!

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2006-07-11T21:56:00.000-07:00

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2006-07-11T21:55:00.000-07:00

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2006-07-11T21:54:00.000-07:00

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2006-07-11T21:52:00.000-07:00

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2006-07-11T21:50:00.000-07:00

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2006-07-11T21:49:00.000-07:00

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2006-07-11T21:32:00.000-07:00

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2006-07-11T21:29:00.000-07:00

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2006-07-11T21:20:00.000-07:00

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2006-07-11T13:31:00.000-07:00

wreds nest!-The Truth!

I have a story for you if you are interested in the truth,starting with the lies of columbus the murderer.
This was our home for thousands of years before the Europeans came here,Turtle Island has always been our home given to us by our Creator.
We were never lost Columbus was so how could he discover anything?It is past time for the lies to stop,and the true story of my people told.When the Europeans invaded our country the genocidal holocost began,worse by far than the one this very country fought against and so protested in Germany because it continues to this very day.
The Declaration of Independence that Americans are so proud of was given by the Iroquois(Indians)Nations as was the Constitution.So why after all this time are the lies still taught and forced down the throats of all children?The Native American children are forced to learn these lies and are punished if they object and say that is a lie!
Indians are still depicted as ignorant savages,or Tonto types,they are still villified for fighting for their homes and families during the "founding"of this country.While criminals like Custer and Andrew Jackson are praised and made into Heros,and true Heros like Sitting Bull and Geronimo who fought with honor for their homelands and people against all odds,are seen as criminals?
How can this be? A country who goes to war for downtrodden people the world over treats the First Peoples of this land so badly? Why are these lies still taught in the schools,why is the REAL truth not told? Our people were doing the same thing that is today called "Homeland Security" fighting invaders of our country,terrorists who stold and murderedinnocent people for lands and gold.
It is no wonder the suicide rate for Native American teens tops the National Average.It is no wonder they turn to drink and drugs,there seems to be no hope of things being better. They and their families have to worry that even if they are clean of drugs and alcohol that they will be murdered in the jails by "police"they were taught were there to protect them,false charges brought against them.
Our children were stolen from their families from the begining in a try at forced assimulation,forcing by cruel beatings,rape,being treated like slaves by those "supposed"to be running "Christian"schools to take away their language,their identity to their peoples.
The Social Services takes our children still today for things other people do every day,and yet we see the children of white drug addicts and alcoholics given right back to them to be raised "right"by family. We are still forced to go to churches,share in a religion that even those who say they are this religion do not do the things they preach.
Another thing we do NOT all look the same,we do not look like T.V. Indians,(what a joke),who were mostly whites in make-up trying to be what they "thought"we should look like. We come in every shade of color,every hair color,every eye color,and we did long before the Europeans came to our country.
It is beyond time our side was told,there is no longer a language barrier,since most of two generations of children were stolen and forced to learn a foriegn language,we are not English after all and this is not England.Though our children were forced into boarding schools,denied every part of their heritage,beaten for speaking their own language,and kept from their families,taught to be ashamed of their being Natives.
It is time the truth was told,and time for changes to be made,it is time for the lies to stop being taught in our schools,it is time our children were taught their own ways.The ways of our ancestors were best for us,they sought peace,unity,and caring for Mother Earth. It is time for healing,rebuilding,and sharing!
granny!

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2006-07-11T12:53:00.000-07:00

Be Angry!

Still today it is the same the pain is only worse,five hundred years and they have not learned they can not change our spirits.
Our voices raise in joyful praise to our Creator,each rising sun a brand new day to lead the lives He gave us.
The evil ones still control the games we play we can not win them,it is time my people to bring a change together we can do it.
Reach down inside to find the anger where it burns,let your tears flow for what is past then join hands and lead us.
Take back what is ours let them know the time has come to fight,this time we can not stand aside and watch.
We,are the Keepers of the truth Children of Mother Earth,take a stand do not back down believe in who you are.
Be angry,you have the right remember what is gone and work to make things right,reach out to your brothers and sisters let the others see our might.
Use their own laws against them their religions also,they forced them down our throats the time has come to spit them back to cure our illness!
granny!

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2006-07-11T11:49:00.000-07:00

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Remember The Circle!

Elders gather to bear witness white men watch feel the tension,Sacred ways the wise ones honor pass the pipe they share tobbacco.
To the house of the ten head beast they travel the one made of mica,one more time they offer guidence those who know what is to come.
Creators children how much longer will you ignore your duty,Earth Keepers are what He called us when Creator gave this world of light to us.
What would you say to your young ones if they failed to keep a promise,what do you feel like when they will not listen to reason or obey?
How much worse for Turtle Island that you yourself have forgotten,what good your culture when you sell your own heritage to strangers?
You stand in false pride and wave your own banner,brotheras and sisters tossed aside you care only for what you are spouting there is no truth in what you claim.
We are a people made stronng by family ties,respect,and prayer,the Elders hang their heads in shame when you turn your backs on your own kin.
Who are you to measure quantum do you fear the truth of generations,the white mans ways are not for us who are you to judge your brothers?
We are each part of the Circle and you will answer to Creator for your wrongs,for what you do to His mixed children you will answer since you call yourself leaders and make these decisions in their lives.
Think long and hard about your duties choose well who you turn away,remember the ancients sacred ways and what they teach us,do not turn your back on one who needs you or Creator turns from you,and so the Circle turns!
granny!

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2006-07-11T11:34:00.000-07:00

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Remember The Circle!

Elders gather to bear witness white men watch feel the tension,Sacred ways the wise ones honor pass the pipe they share tobbacco.
To the house of the ten head beast they travel the one made of mica,one more time they offer guidence those who know what is to come.
Creators children how much longer will you ignore your duty,Earth Keepers are what He called us when Creator gave this world of light to us.
What would you say to your own young ones if they failed to keep a promise,what do you feel when they will not listen to reason or obey?
How much worse for Tutle Island that you yourself have forgotten,what good your culture when you sell your own heritage to strangers?
You stand in false pride and wave your own banner,brothers and sisters tossed aside you care only for what you are spouting there is no truth in what you claim.
We are a people made strong by family ties,respect,and prayer,the Elders hang their heads in shame when you tuirn your backs on your own kin.
Who are you to measure quantum do you fear the truth of generations,the white mans ways are not for us who are you to judge your brothers?
We are each part of the Circle and you will answer to Creator for your wrongs,for what you do to His mixed children!
granny!

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2006-07-11T11:21:00.000-07:00

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Laugh With The Children!

In the long and long ago grandmothers taught the little ones the aunties would help too,no young mother left alone to face the new and unknown.
Every child born knew they were wanted,loved,and needed,they are the future of their peoples to any person they could go for any of their troubles.
Aunties,Uncles,Grandfathers too take the time to help and teach,it is true every child is a blessing without them we are nothing.
As we watch our children grow we learn with them each new lesson,through their eyes we see again our dutry to Mother Earth and all our kin.
We relearn how to be humble before Creator show respect and how to pray,we learn again the value of laughter and taking time to play.
Day to day we all face stresses all the troubles of our world,if we take the time to see these things through the eyes of our children many seem to fade away.
And so my people take the time to see life throgh a childs eyes,be there to teach but also learn they offer so much toward the path of Peace.
Gather the children for the stories give them a reason to be proud,help them see color is not important in being who and what you are or see!
granny!

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2006-07-11T11:09:00.000-07:00

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Seasons Change!

Little squirrels run up the trees storing food for what is to come chattering as they go,see the birds flit through the leaves humming bird stops for a sip seasons change.
Early morning speaks now of chill Father Sky so blue and clear,everything feels the difference a sense of urgerncy moves us we must hurry to get things done for winter seasons change.
In the woods and fields the plants are gathered getting ready for the drying,fruits,nuts,and berries too,young ones help with the fishing gather the wood to smoke them,grind and parch the corn the seasons change.
Grandfather North Wind is growing stronger changing the colors of Mother Earths plant people,the animal kin we are calling saying prayers for their giving,seasons change.
Fats for cooking is gathered and strored for the winter,traders now are moving,salt is needed for the keeping,clothes for the cold time grandmothers are making seasons change.
Stretch the pelts and scrape them little girls lend a hand everyone is busy no one left out,sweet songs sound through the villiage and all are happy it is a good life seasons change!
granny!

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2006-07-11T10:55:00.000-07:00

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Smiling Man!

Smiling Man hides his secrets what truely are his plans,will they again turn against us and try to take our lands.
People if we will not work together this time all is lost,we are the Earth Keepers only we can heal this land.
The smiling man does not like it that we yet survive,he can not take control without working past us we must stand our gtround.
Be very careful what you ask for or we give him full control,the smiling man covets our homes,our very lives.
Not one word was mentioned by the smiling man or the media,about the First Peoples in trouble in this land.
In any other country with a disaster of this size,the smiling man sends the first aid so his name is heard world wide.
What took him so long to make decisions to help those in such need,was it only skin color that is how it seems.
Every skin color were hurt because his help was slow,but yellow,red,and black were the ones hurt the most.
How can he make excuses that ring with any kind of truth,how many of these helpless folk are living at his ranch?
All the wealthy people who are living in this land,have big homes that are big enough yet all they give is money.
And yet you see those who barely have enough,open the doors to their homes and share with all their love.
Think about it people the smiling man has a plan,if we of other colors die he then has a clear path.
Is it only wealth that makes you worth saving,or is your skin color enough to seal your doom?
granny!

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2006-07-11T10:39:00.000-07:00

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Simple Life!

What now people have you lost when you turn your own away,greed and envy rule your lives roots torn out will not grow back.
Your own children you let suffer living like the whites,you have forgotten the Elders teachings and reach instead for their lives.
Generations of my people stood to fight side by side,now a few make decisions do they not know what they have lost?
Grandmothers stories saved for ages heritage rich with pride,what have you let the white mans gold buy from you?
Turn back now while there is time turn back people do what is right,in this time of high learning who remembers the simple life?
Teach the old ways we all ned them respectful care of Mother Earth,only we know how to do it the growing of our own food.
Can you live without lights and running water,can you survive without packaged foods and gasoline?
Will you help your fallen brothers or pass them by without a care,will you help us gather to tend the Clans ourselves?
My People if we work together we can pass any test,we still have the Elders knowlege dig deep inside and bring it out.
We can no longer depend on our leaders the white man guards himself,we must be prepared to protect our families ourselves!
granny!

2006-07-11T10:06:00.000-07:00

Free Leonard!

Trapped inside the white mans tower a child of freedom wastes away,true heart of our brother Eagle his spirit gives the strength to fight.
Kept in the dark from his Creator patient man he is my Hero,his voice brings dreams of old times he remembers the ancient way.
Elder wise from the living wanting only to give of himself,it is he who has been captured and yet it is he who gives us hope.
Starved and mistreated,moved around from place to place,kept from his prayers still Creator sees his face.
For so long the white liars live with the guilt of his fate,gentle loving warrior we are all on his side.
Giving of himself to his people cost his freedom,locked away,I say to the liars this beautiful brother should be free.
One day soon a man named Leonard will see again the Eagles flight,we will watch with love the joy on his face.
They can not hide the truth forever and one day justice will come his way,I dream of watching gentle warrior the love for Mother Earth upon your face!
granny!

2006-07-11T09:54:00.000-07:00

Get Started!

Darkness fades as sunlight brightens spirits sing at the rising,dew drops spark on grass and flower like a million tiny fires.
Butterflies Creators blessings dance upon the west wind,new day starts old one ends brings a chance for new beginings.
Dream time over life is starting face the east and offer prayers,lift your arms sweet song soars from deep within Native born.
To the river morning bathing children laughing,splashing,playing,grandmother sits on a rock watching closely this precious flock.
Wood smoke brings the smell of food cooking time to eat and get started,do you hunt or gather plants,plant the corn or just go looking?
Each must make their own decisions what is to come will create devisions,brother,sister if you fight do not let it be each other.
Sweet Mother Earth needs time for healing we have failed her it was our duty,too many reaching,grabbing,wanting.
Things are bad they will soon worsen help each other and we will get through it,turn your back on just one brother and all will fall to the evil!
granny!