We respect and honor our Elders by listening to our Grandmothers and Grandfathers,. If you listen, you will hear them, for they are still with us and within them lies the wisdom and teachings of Our People.
The Red Nation shall rise again and it shall be a blessing for a sick world; a world filled with broken promises, selfishness and separations; a world longing for light again.I see a time of Seven Generations when all the colors of mankind will gather under the Sacred Tree of Life and the whole Earth will become one circle again. In that day, there will be those among the Lakota who will carry knowledge and understanding of unity among all living things and the young white ones will come to those of my people and ask for this wisdom.I salute the light within your eyes where the whole Universe dwells. For when you are at that center within you and I am that place within me, we shall be one.- Crazy Horse, Oglala Lakota Sioux (circa 1840-1877) |
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“We did not think of the great open plains, the beautiful rolling hills, and the winding streams with tangled growth, as ‘wild’. Only to the white man was nature a ‘wilderness’ and only to him was the land ‘infested’ with ‘wild’ animals and ‘savage’ people. To us it was tame. Earth was bountiful and we were surrounded with blessings of the Great Mystery. Not until the hairy man from the east came and with brutal frenzy heaped injustices upon us and the families we loved was it ‘wild’ for us. When the very animals of the forest began fleeing from his approach, then it was that for us the ‘wild west’ began.”- Chief Luther Standing Bear of the Oglala band of Sioux. Note that the idea of nature being ‘wild’ and an evil adversary to man is a puritan concept, brought to the Americas with the arrival of the well known ‘pilgrim’. It is likewise the puritan ideology which partly branded the Native American as a savage and pagan. |
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“We (Crow) call the place you go at death the ‘Other-side camps’. That’s the closest translation I could come to. I don’t think there is a word for ‘hell’ in our native language. There is no word (or concept) for ‘devil’. Some people call it the “Happy Hunting Grounds”… it’s the next next spiritual plane.When our people are dying, the people from the other-side come to get them. They take them to be with the loved ones who have gone on before. It is a loved one, a favorite grandma or perhaps a grandpa who comes to speak with them and tell them their time is near. We consider this a blessing.”~ Jackie Yellow Tail, Crow |
“If a child is raised from the time it can understand, being told there is no such things as ghosts, then that child has learned not to see the whole reality. If a child is never told that, it will see a very different world.”- Madonna (Blue Horse) Beard, Lakota |
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“The great spirit is our father, but the earth is our mother.She nourishes us; that which we put into the ground she returns to us, and healing plants she gives us likewise.If we are wounded, we go to our mother and seek to lay the wounded part against her, to be healed.Animals too, do thus, they lay their wounds to the earth.When we go hunting, it is not our arrow that kills the moose however powerful be the bow; it is nature that kills him. The arrow sticks in his hide; and, like all living things the moose goes to our mother to be healed. He seeks to lay his wound against the earth, and thus he drives the arrow farther in. Meanwhile I follow. He is out of sight, but I put my ear to a tree in the forest, and that brings me the sound, and I hear when the moose makes his next leap, and I follow.The moose stops again for the paint of the arrow, and he rubs his side upon the earth and drives the arrow farther in. I follow always, listening now and then with my ear against a tree. Every time he stops to rub his side he drives the arrow father in, till at last when he is nearly exhausted and I come up with him, the arrow may be driven clean through his body… “- Bedagi, “Big Thunder” of the Wabanakis NationAbove we see that to send an animal to it’s death is to send it home to it’s mother, and through observation of the animal as a living and conscious being, we recognizes it’s suffering and its appeals to mother earth for relief in the form of death. It is recognized that to kill an animal was to become a relative of that animal, as you recognize within it’s moment of death, your own mortality and relationship as children of the same mother. |
“Hills are always more beautiful than stone buildings, you know. Living in a city is an artificial existence. Lots of people hardly ever feel real soil under their feet, see plants grow except in flower pots, or get far enough beyond the street light to catch the enchantment of a night sky studded with stars. When people live far from scenes of the Great Spirit’s making, it’s easy for them to forget his laws.”- Tatanga Mani ‘Walking Buffalo'”Hills are always more beautiful than stone buildings, you know. Living in a city is an artificial existence. Lots of people hardly ever feel real soil under their feet, see plants grow except in flower pots, or get far enough beyond the street light to catch the enchantment of a night sky studded with stars. When people live far from scenes of the Great Spirit’s making, it’s easy for them to forget his laws.”- Tatanga Mani ‘Walking Buffalo’ |
“We were lawless people, but we were on pretty good terms with the Great Spirit, creator and ruler of all. You whites assumed we were savages. You didn’t understand our prayers. You didn’t try to understand. When we sang our praises to the sun or moon or wind, you said we were worshiping idols. Without understanding, you condemned us as lost souls just because our form of worship was different from yours.We saw the Great Spirit’s work in almost everything: sun, moon, trees, wind, and mountains. Sometimes we approached him through these things. Was that so bad? I think we have a true belief in the supreme being, a stronger faith than that of most whites who have called us pagans… Indians living close to nature and nature’s ruler are not living in darkness.Did you know that trees talk? Well they do. They talk to each other, and they’ll talk to you if you listen. Trouble is, white people don’t listen. They never learned to listen to the Indians so I don’t suppose they’ll listen to other voices in nature. But I have learned a lot from trees: sometimes about the weather, sometimes about animals, sometimes about the Great Spirit.”- Tatanga Mani ‘Walking Buffalo’ |
At a certain point in the ceremony, while I am singing, I start to cry. They are not tears of sadness or joy, but recognition. I cry because I have feeling and I know ‘they’ are there.~ Wounye’ Wast’ Win Woman, Lakota |
“My father sent for me, I saw he was dying, I took his hand in mine. He said: “My son, my body is returning to my mother earth, and my spirit is going very soon to see the Great Spirit Chief. When I am gone, think of your country. You are the chief of these people. They look to you to guide them. Always remember that your father never sold his country. You must stop your ears whenever you are asked to sign a treaty selling your home. A few years more, and white men will be all around you. They have their eyes on this land. My son, never forget my dying words. This country holds your father’s body. Never sell the bones of your father and your mother.” I pressed my father’s hand and told him I would protect his grave with my life. My father smiled and passed away to the spirit-land. I buried him in that beautiful valley of winding waters. I love that land more than all the rest of the world. – Chief Joseph of the Nez Perce, describing the death of his father Tu-eka-kas |
Dreams have always been an important part of my life… Dreams guide you; they show you the way that you should be living, or the direction, or give you signs to help someone else. They are gifts. ~ Jackie Yellow Tail, Crow Woman |
A nation is not defeated until the hearts of it’s women are on the ground. Cheyenne Proverb |
“My people are few. They resemble the scattering trees of a storm-swept plain… There was a time when our people covered the land as the waves of a wind-ruffled sea cover its shell-paved floor, but that time long since passed away with the greatness of tribes that are now but a mournful memory… To us the ashes of our ancestors are sacred and their resting place is hallowed ground. You wander far from the graves of your ancestors and seemingly without regret. Your religion was written upon tablets of stone by the iron finger of your God so that you could not forget. The Red Man could never comprehend or remember it. Our religion is the traditions of our ancestors — the dreams of our old men, given them in solemn hours of the night by the Great Spirit; and the visions of our sachems, and is written in the hearts of our people.Your dead cease to love you and the land of their nativity as soon as they pass the portals of the tomb and wander away beyond the stars. They are soon forgotten and never return. Our dead never forget this beautiful world that gave them being…and when the last Red Man shall have perished, and the memory of my tribe shall have become a myth among the White Men, these shores will swarm with the invisible dead of my tribe, and when your children’s children think themselves alone in the field, the store, the shop, upon the highway, or in the silence of the pathless woods, they will not be alone. In all the earth there is no place dedicated to solitude. At night when the streets of your cities and villages are silent and you think them deserted, they will throng with the returning hosts that once filled them and still love this beautiful land. The White Man will never be alone.Let him be just and deal kindly with my people, for the dead are not powerless. Dead, did I say? There is no death, only a change of worlds.”- Chief Seattle, Salishan Indian and chief of the Dwamish tribe of the Pacific Northwest addressing the Governor Isaac Stevens at the signing of a treaty. |
“In the life of the Indian there was only one inevitable duty, – the duty of prayer – the daily recognition of the Unseen and Eternal. His daily devotions were more necessary to him than daily food. He wakes at day break, puts on his moccasins and steps down to the water’s edge. Here he throws handfuls of clear, cold water into his face, or plunges in bodily. After the bath, he stands erect before the advancing dawn, facing the sun as it dances upon the horizon, and offers his unspoken orison. His mate may precede or follow him in his devotions, but never accompanies him. Each soul must meet the morning sun, the new sweet earth and the Great Silence alone!Whenever, in the course of the daily hunt the red hunter comes upon a scene that is strikingly beautiful or sublime – a black thundercloud with the rainbow’s glowing arch above the mountain, a white waterfall in the heart of a green gorge; a vast prairie tinged with the blood-red of sunset – he pauses for an instant in the attitude of worship. He sees no need for setting apart one day in seven as a holy day, since to him all days are God’s”- Ohiyesa |
“Everything as it moves, now and then, here and there, makes stops. The bird as it flies stops in one place to make its nest, and in another to rest in its flight. A man when he goes forth stops when he wills. So the god has stopped. The sun, which is so bright and beautiful, is one place where has stopped. The moon, the stars, the wind, he has been with. The trees, the animals, are all where he has stopped, and the Indian thinks of these places and sends his prayers there to reach the place where the god has stopped and win help and a blessing.”- OhiyesaAll things are conscious and are of the same spirit. Even inanimate objects, such as mountains, are considered to be the body of a higher being. |
You have noticed that everything an Indian does is in a circle, and that is because the Power of the World always works in circles, and everything tries to be round.In the old days when we were a strong and happy people, all our power came to us from the sacred hoop of the nation and so long a the hoop was unbroken the people flourished. The flowering tree was the living center of the hoop, and the circle of the four quarters nourished it. The east gave peace and light, the south gave warmth, the west gave rain, and the north with its cold and mighty wind gave strength and endurance.Everything the Power of the World does is done in a circle.The sky is round, and I have heard that the earth is round like a ball, and so are all the stars. The wind, in its greatest power, whirls. Birds make their nests in circles, for theirs is the same religion as ours.The sun comes forth and goes down again in a circle. The moon does the same, and both are round. Even the seasons form a great circle in their changing, and always come back again to where they were.The life of a man is a circle from childhood to childhood, and so it is in everything where power moves.Our tepees were round like the nests of birds, and these were always set in a circle, the nations hoop, a nest of many nests, where the Great Spirit meant for us to hatch our children.…”- Hehaka Sapa, ‘Black Elk’Black Elk remains one of the most important historical figures for Native Americans due to the fact that he survived actual battles as a Lakota Indian, and lived to an old age, where he was approached by a journalist (who he had a premonition would come to him) – this journalist collected all of Black Elk’s stories and published them in the book ‘Black Elk Speaks’ which remains one of the most significant spiritual documents in Indian culture. Black Elk became a powerful medicine man, and as a boy had numerous out of body experiences and visions, including visions of the skies being traversed by airplanes leaving ‘webs’ (chemtrails?). In his later years he joined Buffalo Bill and even traveled to Europe to dance in front of the Queen of England… upon returning to the Americas however, he became secluded on the Pine Ridge Reservation in South Dakota, and after being approached by the author of ‘Black Elk Speaks’ in his small one room log cabin, he died there. |
![]() O ye warriors Lo, I tell you Each his future. All shall be As I now reveal it In this circle; Hear ye!- Tatanka-Ptecila ‘Short Bull’, describing and singing the Song of the Seer. Short Bull was one of the first followers of Wovoka, who started the ghost dance religion. “Do not fight… you must not fight” was one of Wovoka’s messages. Tatanka-Ptecila brought back to his people the messages and the dance. He also made the charmed “ghost shirts” which would protect the Indians from the white man’s bullet. He was a great leader among his people. |
“I heard that long ago there was a time when there were no people in this country except Indians. After that the people began to hear of men that had white skins; they had been seen far to the east. Before i was born they came out to our country and visited u. The man who came was from the Government. He wanted to make a treaty with us, and to give us presents, blankets, and guns, and flint and steel and knives.The Head Chief told him that we needed none of these things. He said, “We have our buffalo and our corn. These things the Ruler gave to us, and they are all that we need. Se this robe. This keeps me warm in winter. i need no blanket.”The white men had with them some cattle, and the Pawnee Chief said, “Lead out a heifer here on the prairie!” They led her out, and the Chief, steeping up to her, shot her through behind the shoulder with his arrow, and she fell down and died. Then the Chief said, “Will not my arrow kill? I do not need your guns.” Then he took his stone knife and skinned the heifer, and cut off a piece of fat meat. When he had done this he said, “Why should I take your knives? The Ruler has given me something to cut with.” Then taking the fire sticks, he kindled a fire to roast the meat, and while it was cooking, he spoke again and said, “You see, my brother, that the Ruler has given us all that we need for killing meat, or for cultivating the ground. Now go back to the country from whence you came. We do not want your presents, and we do not want you to come into our country.”- Curly Chief, a Pawnee, relates one of the early contacts between his people and the Europeans, between 1800-1820 |
“Our land is more valuable than your money, it will last forever. it will not even perish by the flames of fire. As long as the sun shines and the waters flow, this land will be here to give life to men and animals. We cannot sell the lives of men and animals; therefore we cannot sell this land. It was put here for us by the Great Spirit and we cannot sell it because it does not belong to us. You can count your money and burn it within the nod of a buffalo’s head, but only the Great Spirit can count the grains of sand and the blades of grass of these plains. As a present to you, we will give you anything we have that you can take with you; but the land, never.”- A chief of one of the principal bands of the northern Blackfeet, upon being asked by U.S. delegates for his signature to one of the first land treaties in his region of the Milk River ,near the northern border of Montana and the Northwest Territories, responding with a rejection of the money values of the white man. |
“The Earth was created by the assistance of the sun, and it should be left as it was. The country was made with no lines of demarcation, and it’s no man’s business to divide it. I see the whites all over the country gaining wealth, and I see the desire to give us lands which are worthless.The Earth and myself are of one mind. Perhaps you think the Creator sent you here to dispose of us as you see fit. If I thought you were sent by the creator, I might he induced to think you had a right to dispose of me.Do not misunderstand me; but understand me fully with reference to my affection for the land. I never said the land was mine to do with as I choose. The one who has a right to dispose of it is the one who created it. I claim a right to live on my land, and accord you the privilege to return to yours.Brother, we have listened to your talk coming from our father, the Great White Chief in Washington, and my people have called upon me to reply to you.The winds which pass through these aged pines we hear the moaning of departed ghosts, and if the voice of our people could have been heard, that act would never have been done. But alas though they stood around they could neither be seen nor heard. Their tears fell like drops of rain.I hear my voice in the depths of the forest but no answering voice comes back to me. All is silent around me. My words must therefore be few. I can now say no more. He is silent for he has nothing to answer when the sun goes down.”Thunder Rolling in the Mountains-Chief Joseph, Nez Perce |
“We know that you highly esteem the kind of learning taught in those Colleges, and that the Maintenance of your young Men, while with you, would be very expensive to you. We are convinced, that you mean to do us Good by your proposal; and we thank you heartily. But you, who are wise must know that different Notions have different conceptions of things and you will therefore not take it amiss, if our ideas of this kind of education happen not to be the same as yours. We have had some experience of it.Several of our young people were formerly brought up at the colleges of the northern provinces: they were instructed in all your Sciences; but, when they came back to us, they were bad Runners, ignorant of every means of living in the woods… neither fit for Hunters, Warriors, nor Counsellors, they were totally good for nothing.We are, however, not the less obliged by your kind Offer, though we decline to accept it; and, to show our grateful Sense of it, if the Gentlemen of Virginia will send us a Dozen of their Sons, we will take care of their Eduction, instruct them in all we know, and make Men of them.”- A response to an invitation to the Indians of the Six Nations in Lancaster, Pennsylvania, by commissioners of Maryland and Virginia, to send boys to William and Mary College. |
“The tipi is much better to live in; always clean, warm in winter, cool in summer, easy to move. The white man builds big house, cost much money, like big cage, shut out sun, can never move; always sick. Indians and animals know better how to live than white ma; nobody can be in good health if he does not have all the time fresh air, sunshine and good water. If the Great spirit wanted men to stay in one place he would make the world stand still; but he made it to always change, so bird and animals can move and always have green grass and ripe berries, sunlight to work and play, and night to sleep; summer for flowers to bloom, and winter for them to sleep; always changing; everything for good; nothing for nothing.The white man does not obey the Great Spirit; that is why the Indians never could agree with him.”- Chief Flying Hawk, Sioux Indian of the Oglala clan, nephew of Sitting Bull. |
The Great Spirit gave us plenty of land to live on, and buffalo, deer, antelope and other game. But you have come here; you are taking my land from me; you are killing off our game, so it is hard for us to live.Now, you tell us to work for a living, but the Great Spirit did not make us to work, but to live by hunting. You white men can work if you want to.We do not interfere with you, and again you say why do you not become civilized? We do not want your civilization! We would live as our fathers did, and their fathers before them. “- Crazy Horse, Oglala Sioux |
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“What treaty that the whites have kept has the red man broken? Not one.What treaty that the white man ever made with us have they kept? Not one.When I was a boy the Sioux owned the world; the sun rose and set on their land; they sent ten thousand men to battle. Where are the warriors now? Who slew them? Where are our lands? Who owns them?What white man can say I stole his land or a penny of his money? Yet they say I am a thief.What white women, however lonely, was ever captive or insulted by me? Yet they say I am a bad Indian.What white man has ever seen me drunk? Who has ever come to me hungry and unfed?Who has ever seen me beat my wives or abuse my children? What laws have I broken?Is it wrong for me to love my own? Is it wicked for me because my skin is red?Because I am a Sioux; because I was born where my father lived: because I would die for my people and my country?”-Sitting Bull |
“I admit that there are good white men, but they bear no proportion to the bad; the bad must be the strongest, for they rule. They do what they please. They enslave those who are not of their colour, although created by the same Great Spirit who created us. They would make slaves of us if they could, but as they cannot do it, they kill us!There is no faith to be placed in their words. They are not like the Indians, who are only enemies, while at war, and are friends in peace. They will say to an Indian, ‘my friend! my brother!’ They will take him by the hand, and at the same moment destroy him.And so you (addressing himself to Christian Indians) will also be treated by them before long. Remember! that this day I have warned you to beware of such friends as these. I know the long knives; they are not to be trusted.”- Pachgantschilhilas |
“Behold, my brothers, the spring has come; the earth has received the embraces of the sun and we shall soon see the results of that love! Every seed has awakened and so has all animal life.It is through this mysterious power that we too have our being and we therefore yield to our neighbours, even our animal neighbours, the same right as ourselves, to inhabit this land.Yet hear me, my people, we have now to deal with another race – small and feeble when our fathers first met them, but now great and overbearing. Strangely enough they have a mind to till the soil and the love of possessions is a disease with them . . .They claim this mother of ours, the earth, for their own, and fence their neighbours away; they deface her with their buildings and their refuse. They threaten to take [the land] away from us. My brothers, shall we submit, or shall we say to them: “First kill me before you take possession of my Fatherland.” “-Sitting Bulls Speech at the Powder River Council, 1877. |
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“Oh, yes, I went to the white man’s schools. I learned to read from school books, newspapers, and the Bible. But in time I found that these were not enough. Civilized people depend too much on man-made printed pages. I turn to the Great Spirit’s book which is the whole of his creation. You can read a big part of that book if you study nature.You know, if you take all your books, lay them out under the sun, and let the snow and rain and insects work on them for a while, there will be nothing left. But the Great Spirit has provided you and me with an opportunity for study in nature’s university, the forests, the rivers, the mountains, and the animals which include us.”- Tatanga Mani, a Stoney Indian |
“Brother! We have listened to your talk, coming from our father, the Great White Chief, at Washington, and my people have called upon me to reply to you…Brother! We have, as your friends, fought by your side, and have poured out our blood in your defense, but our arms are now broken. You have grown large. My people have become small, and there are none who take pity on them.Brother! my voice is become weak – you can scarcely hear me. It is not the shout of a warrior, but the wail of an infant. I have lost it in mourning over the desolation and injuries of my people. These are their graves which you see scattered around us, and in the winds which pass through these aged pines we hear the moanings of their departed Ghosts. Their ashes lie here, and we have been left to protect them. Our warriors are nearly all gone to the west, but here around our dead. Will you compel us to go too, and give their bones to the wolves?Brother! our heart is full. Twelve winters ago we were told our Chiefs had sold our country. Every warrior that you now see around us was opposed to the treaty; and if the voice of our people could have been heard, that act would never have been done; but alas! though they stood around they could neither be seen nor heard. Their tears fell like drops of rain – their lamentations were borne away by the passing winds – the pale-faces heeded them not and our land was taken from us.Brother! …. you speak the words of a mighty nation. I am a shadow, and scarcely reach to your knee. My people are scattered and gone; when I shout, I hear my voice in the depths of the forest, but no answering voice comes back to me – all is silent around me! My words therefore must be few. I can now say no more.”- Colonel Cobb, leading chief of the tribe of Choctaws |
There is no room for greed. Take only what you need and give thanks for what you have received. It is a gift, NOT a Right. |
“Sickness comes with you (the white man) and hundreds of us die. Where is our strength? … In the old times we were strong. We used to hunt and fish. We raised our little crop of corn and melons and ate the mesquite beans. Now all is changed. We eat the white man’s food, and it makes us soft; we wear the white man’s heavy clothing and it makes us weak. Each day in the old times in summer and in winter we came down to the river banks to bathe. This strengthened and toughened our firm skin. But white settler were shocked to see the naked Indians, so now we keep away. In old days we wore the breechcloth, and aprons made of barks and reeds. We worked all winter in the wind – bare arms, bare legs, and never felt the cold. But now, when the wind blows down from the mountains it makes us cough. Yes – we know that when you come, we die.”- Chiparopai, an old Yuma Indian, gives her views of the changes that confronted her at the beginning of the twentieth century. |
Don’t be afraid to cry. It will free your mind of sorrowful thoughts. – Hopi Day and night cannot dwell together. – Duwamish It is better to have less thunder in the mouth and more lightning in the hand. – Apache They are not dead who live in the hearts they leave behind. – Tuscarora All plants are our brothers and sisters. They talk to us and if we listen, we can hear them. – Arapaho Tell me and I’ll forget. Show me, and I may not remember. Involve me, and I’ll understand. – Tribe Unknown. Before eating, always take time to thank the food. – Arapaho When we show our respect for other living things, they respond with respect for us. – Arapaho If we wonder often, the gift of knowledge will come. – Arapaho Most of us do not look as handsome to others as we do to ourselves. – Assiniboine Those that lie down with dogs, get up with fleas. – Blackfoot In age, talk; in childhood, tears. – Hopi We always return to our first loves. – Tribe Unknown What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset. – Blackfoot When you were born, you cried and the world rejoiced. Live your life so that when you die, the world cries and you rejoice. – Cherokee
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![]() The weakness of the enemy makes our strength. – Cherokee When the white man discovered this country Indians were running it. No taxes, no debt, women did all the work. White man thought he could improve on a system like this. –Cherokee A good soldier is a poor scout. – Cheyenne Poverty is a noose that strangles humility and breeds disrespect for God and man. – Sioux We will be known forever by the tracks we leave. – Dakota Do not judge your neighbor until you walk two moons in his moccasins. – Cheyenne There is nothing as eloquent as a rattlesnakes tail. – Navajo Force, no matter how concealed, begets resistance. – Lakota Our first teacher is our own heart. – Cheyenne Everyone who is successful must have dreamed of something. – Maricopa All who have died are equal. – Comanche Remember that your children are not your own, but are lent to you by the Creator. – Mohawk One rain does not make a crop. – Creole Man’s law changes with his understanding of man. Only the laws of the spirit remain always the same. – Crow What the people believe is true. – Anishinabe You already possess everything necessary to become great. – Crow There is no death, only a change of worlds. – Duwamish Life is not separate from death. It only looks that way. – Blackfoot You can’t wake a person who is pretending to be asleep. – Navajo It is less of a problem to be poor, than to be dishonest. – Anishinabe One finger cannot lift a pebble. – Hopi Beware of the man who does not talk, and the dog that does not bark. – Cheyenne All dreams spin out from the same web. – Hopi He who would do great things should not attempt them all alone. – Seneca Even a small mouse has anger. – Tribe Unknown If a man is as wise as a serpent, he can afford to be as harmless as a dove. – Cheyenne Treat the earth well: it was not given to you by your parents, it was loaned to you by your children. We do not inherit the Earth from our Ancestors, we borrow it from our Children. – Tribe Unknown The rainbow is a sign from Him who is in all things. – Hopi Walk lightly in the spring; Mother Earth is pregnant. – Kiowa When a man moves away from nature his heart becomes hard. – Lakota Old age is not as honorable as death, but most people want it. – Crow Many have fallen with the bottle in their hand. – Lakota
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I know that robes, leggings, moccasins, bear claws, and so on are of little value to you, but we wish you have them and to preserve them in some conspicuous part of your lodge, so that when we are gone and the sod turned over our bones, if our children should visit this place, as we do now, they may see & recognize with pleasure the things of their fathers, and reflect on the times that are past. —Sharitarish, Pawnee |
It is true that many of the old ways have been lost. But just as the rains restore the earth after a drought, so the power of the Great Mystery will restore the way and give it new life. We ask that this happen for all people, that they all might live. In ignorance and carelessness they have walked on Ina Maka, Our Mother. Now our Mother and all our Relations are crying out. They cry for the help of all people. Black Elk, Oglala Sioux |
I was born in Nature’s wide domain! The trees were all that sheltered my infant limbs, the blue heavens all that covered me. I am one of Nature’s children. I have always admired her. She shall be my glory: her features, her robes, and the wreath about her brow, the seasons, her stately oaks, and the evergreen — her hair, ringlets over the earth — all contribute to my enduring love of her. George Copway (Kahgegagahbowh), Ojibwe |
Let me be a free man, free to travel, free to stop, free to work, free to trade where I choose, free to choose my own teachers, free to follow the religion of my fathers, free to talk, think and act for myself (Hinmaton-Yalaktit (Hin-mah-too-yah-lat-kekt) was leader of the Nez Perce; most commonly known as Chief Joseph, his Native American name means “Thunder Rolling Down the Mountain”) |
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“So live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart. Seek to make your life long and its purpose in the service of your people. When you arise in the morning give thanks for the food and for the joy of living. Abuse no one and no thing, for abuse turns the wise ones to fools When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled ~Chief Techumseh (1768-1813) |
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![]() Loudly cries the Mexica…’When we die, truly we die not, because we will live, we will rise, we will continue living, we will awaken This will make us happy.’ Thus the dead one was directed, when he died:’Awaken, already the sky is rosy, already dawn has come, already sing the flame-coloured guans, the fire-coloured swallows, already the butterflies fly.’Thus the old ones said that who has died has become a god, they said: ‘He has been made a god there, meaning ‘He has died.’Even jade is shattered, Even gold is crushed, Even quetzal plume are torn . . . One does not live forever on this earth: We endure only for an instant! Will flowers be carried to the Kingdom of Death: Perhaps we will live a second time? Our song is a bird calling out like a jingle: |
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