Now the Indians.  I call them “Indians” because that's what they are. They're Indians. There's nothing wrong with the word Indian. First of all, it's important to know that the word Indian does not derive from Columbus mistakenly believing he had reached “India.” India was not even called by that name in 1492 - it was known as Hindustan.

Eden Found

 New Species found in pristine wilderness area of New Guinea!

A Trove of Unearthly Species Uncovered in New Guinea's 'Eden'
By Robert Lee Hotz, Times Staff Writer

In one of the world's most isolated jungles, the Foja Mountains of western New Guinea, naturalists have discovered a vast unexplored preserve of exotic species new to science.

During a 15-day expedition in December, the researchers found hundreds of rare birds, more than 20 new species of frogs, five kinds of previously unknown palms, four new breeds of butterflies, and giant rhododendrons with white blossoms the size of bread plates believed to be the largest on record.

All told, the 3,700 square miles of mist-shrouded tropical forest on the Indonesian half of the island may be the most pristine natural area in Asia and the Pacific, Conservation International announced in Indonesia today.

"It is as close to the Garden of Eden as you're going to find on Earth," expedition chief scientist Bruce Beehler said.

Under the forest's lush canopy, animals hunted to extinction elsewhere were plentiful and so unused to human contact that they approached the naturalists unafraid, allowing themselves to be handled easily and photographed.

Blazing trails with pink and yellow flagging tape, the field team spotted 40 rare species of mammals, including six kinds of kangaroos. They also encountered a bizarre spined, egg-laying, hedgehog-like mammal called the long-beaked echidna, which was so docile that the scientists picked up a pair and carried them back to camp for study.

It was a journey that had taken a decade of planning.

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Many of our traditional, cultural and spiritual teachings have been lost or suppressed due to the influence and forced co-existence with dominant society and it's implied and or regulated expectations.

Our Creator and the spiritual world at large have protected some of the ceremonies and some of the traditional ways, beliefs, teachings, and concepts by placing them with some of the elders to keep them "under raps", safe, accurate, pure, secure and intact.

Individuals complain that many do not understand our traditional values and ways.  Some that lack  that understanding are of our " own peoples", even greater numbers are of dominant society.

The elders are willing to teach these gifts and assist with the inner walk to understanding.  If they are approached in an honorable fashion and they read sincerity in not only the words, but also the walk of the professed talk.

Elders have a wise window in their heart and in their heads......it allows them to "sense" another's sincerity thru patterns of speech, attitudes of energy and how the individual walks what they profess thru talk.

Those who seek and request in an honorable fashion will be exposed to the traditions  as a small child is fed small bites, a little at a time.  The elder will observe as to whether the " food" has been accepted...chewed well... and understood. If those small

bites are not incorporated in to that individuals walk, they will never receive a full course meal.

Even an elder will not spoon feed to the point of choking the recipient who is unwilling or unable to digest.  This is why one of the basic lessons they must master is personal self discipline !  Without it they will never understand or " see" beneath the superficial surface of the teaching Many an elder has been the subject of criticism due to this.....and actually that very criticism is a " good thing".  Part of the elders purpose is to get the individuals attention and cause them some discomfort.  They " squirm" a little and question themselves and their limited view which ultimately causes them to think !   Those actions of avoidance eventually lead the individual to adjust, attempt change and trigger their personal emotional and spiritual growth.

The elders can learn from the criticism they receive from "outsiders" as in each criticism there is at least a grain of truth, along with the opportunity to better understand the individuals who levy judgment.  An individual who is constantly passing judgment on others is essentially exercising externalized self judgment and lacks acceptance of themselves.  Criticism is not an effective "weapon" against an elder who knows...lives and walks their traditions...it actually makes them stronger ...adds to their depth of character and aids them in being more effective.

Often the criticism comes from unlikely sources, those amongst our own culture.  One of the most common is " why would you share traditional teachings or ways with those of different color or culture " ? It usually isn't worded quite that politely, but that is the essence of their verbiage.  Each must answer that criticism in their own way, but personally I fail to see that it is even a valid or reasonable concern.

If you were Baptist and someone came to you who was not Baptist, seeking accurate information...struggling to learn and understand your beliefs and convictions as a Baptist....if they decided to " convert " and become a Baptist who actually lived their life based on those beliefs you shared......would you say they " stole" your spirituality ?  Why would you not be flattered and honored ?

The traditional way, the ancestral way

is alive somewhere within every beating heart

and no-one can "steal" something that is usually freely given

 or shared if the request is presented in an honorable fashion.

The " old way", the " red road ", the "traditional walk"

is not about being " Indian",  it is about being of  " the people "

of being " a human being". 

It comes from our ancestral memories,

from our DNA coding, from what we were taught.

How we were raised, but also, what our hearts tell us

and what Creator has designed and directed us to do

not do, be and not be.

Our lives, actions and walk are a reflection of the voice of the wind.

The melody of the rushing water, the lessons observed from all the four legged's.

The strength of the  up right standing ones, the humility of the creepy crawlers

The unlimitless of the winged ones, the depth of the finned ones, the records of the stone people

The vastness of the heavenly bodies and the grounding and creative forces of Earth Mother.

until later I leave you with a hug....

Gram Selma ©2006

Moon of the Popping Trees

By Waynonaha Two Worlds

Tonight as the wind blows around the house I am brought back to sitting with my Father in Nevada listening to the same wind.  I hear the voice of my Father as he tells me of the wind singers.
 

The Wind:
"Where does the wind go"?  I ask my Father one day. We were sitting on an out crop of stones resting our horses and listening as the wind howled down the valley. The whirlwinds of dust and sand danced in the sage brush whirling here and there in no particular pattern.  As usual there was a long silence most people would not be able to endure.

Children these  days are impatient, they want  to get the answer immediately.  I waited and watched, the swirling of the wind dancers, as my Father lit up his cigarette and took a few puffs.  I always liked the smell of the smoke when it was first lit. the smell reminds me of the sweet grass burning in our home each day.

It all blends with the sweet pine needles I burned in an old iron fry pan,  to give thanks and prayer.  My Father looked off into the distance and I could see his eyes go into that strange trance like stare.  I had grown to know this stare and find myself many times lost in just such a trance like state. Finally he spoke to me in a soft and deep voice that went right into your very being.   He said,  "Frog":  that was one of the little names I had through the years, he was fond of giving us  these names.  "What do you hear in the wind"?  he ask.    I waited because to give an answer right away was not showing respect but arrogance, besides you could make a bad answer unless you thought it all out.   I listened very hard and  I said, "I hear music and singing."   I felt very proud that I could see a little smile at the corner of his lips, so I knew that I had at least gotten some of it right. I kept my eyes down cast looking at the ants crawling around my boot toe.
 

He then ask me. "where does this music and singing come from"?  I was stumped so I said in a proper time frame,  "I do not know".  I had learned that if you did not know the answer don't ever guess.  My Father's favorite saying was "a little knowledge in the hands of those who are not aware is dangerous."  I  never questioned this but in the years to come I realized what he was talking about.  After a while he put his cigarette out on his boot heel, then stripped the paper off and offered the remaining tobacco to his horse.  Peanut grabbed at it and munched away on the few threads of tobacco like it was candy.  I knew also that the tobacco worked as medicine to rid our horses of parasites.   My Father then told me this story about the wind.

In the time before the stone lodge there was no songs to be sung.  People were new to this land and had not found their way or their voices.  Coyote could sing and so could the Wolf,  the birds sang songs and the grasses and trees too. The many legged and no legged had a song to sing that was their very own.   But the two legged did not have a song to sing.  There was no drums or flutes or  rattles.  Only the rattle snake had a rattle and the grouse would drum on the log as would the woodpeckers.  Crickets made a see saw sound with their hind legs and other insects buzzed or hummed. My Father looked at me out of the corner of his eye and said, "even the frogs had a song and they only sang in the evening or at night. It is said that they could call the rain, or let us know when it was going to rain."

The fish and the other ones with fins that lived in the water listened to the frog.  Frog would tell them of the weather and let them know where the best food was to be found.
 

The wind was quiet then when it came to sweep across the plains and slip into the mountains nooks and crannies.  All  was peaceful and  quiet on the Earth. There was of course the noises that the animals, birds and insects made, and of  course the Frog.
 

One day a small child named Sweet Grass, was walking in the meadow and a magpie came and sit on a branch of a cotton wood tree.  The Magpie started to sing to the little girl and she tried to make the same sounds of the Magpie.  Soon she was singing the Magpie's  song and trying to sound like Magpie. Magpie laughed and Sweet Grass laughed too.  Sometimes Magpie talked to her in a way that uses the mind and not the voice.  He told her that he was also a two legged and was captured and locked into a birds body.  He told her that there were many such birds that were his relatives and that some lived here and some in lands far away.  Raven, and Crow, he said were his relation on this land where we now live.
 

Each day the little girl would come and listen to the Magpie as he told her about the land and why the two legged came to live here.  He spoke of a land far away in the stars where  the ones who she was related to came from.  He said all the two legged came from  that place beyond the stars in the sky world.

As there was no way to tell her parents about  this wonderful bird she could not share what she had learned.   Finally one day when she did not know her mother was near, she started to sing the song the Magpie taught her. Her mother ran from the lodge making a high pitched crying noise.  This frightened the people and they thought maybe a bad spirit was  in this child.  Many stayed away from the fire if she was near it and did not eat of the food  she had touched. 

This did not stop Sweet Grass she sang the magpie song all day long.  Finally many of the other children started to make the same sounds she made.  The parents did not understand this and were very much afraid.

Where ever the children went the Magpie, Crow and Raven followed them and taught them more and more of the songs and ways to make wonderful sounds.  Soon the land was full of sounds and from all of this came the way we speak today.  This took many years so it was not done over night or in one generation.

The sounds you hear on the wind are the voices of our ancestors still telling us how to sing and make the music that was given to us by the bird nation.  The songs of our people will never be lost as long as we sit and listen to the wind. When we need a medicine song we only have to offer tobacco and listen. Soon the wind will whisper the song we need for healing or for helping the people.

Later from the grouse and the wood pecker we learned to make the drum and from the woodpecker we also were given the flute.  Rattle snake gave us the medicine of his rattle to scare away the bad Tokas (spirits).  From many animals and creatures we were given all the things we now take for granted.

The standing Nation (trees) still are here to carry the voices in their branches of the ancient ones as they tell us their story and teach us their songs.  We are told that all the earth that is ever going to be is here,  on this what we call Mother Earth, all the water is here and just recycles in this bubble around the Earth Mother.   All the air is here,  and is recycled from oxygen to carbon dioxide in this bubble.  Without these things there can be no life on this our Mother. As for the wind it is also here and circles around the Earth Mother cooling her and heating her in the seasons.   In this wind there is all the sound that ever was and ever will be on this Earth Mother.  The wind is carrying the voices of our ancestors so we will never forget who we are,  and where we came from.

Some times now when I am an old woman I can go and stand on a hill when the wind is blowing and hear the sound or the ancient ones playing instruments that I do not know.  The sound is so sweet  that it fills me with wonder and peace.  Bells and flutes, horns of birch bark, deer toe rattles, drums, all of these are in the wind that flows around this sweet Earth Mother.  Ocean waves are in the sound as they crash on the shores. The voices of the animals and people and birds are here in the wind. All the music up until now is in the wind.  The sound of people in laughter and in pain are in the wind. All the sounds of war and destruction are also in the wind.

All of my relations voices are carried in the sound of the wind from all the places of the Earth making one band singing and playing in harmony.
 

So I am never alone and I am always with my people. The wind sings the songs of our people all of our people in one voice in one song for peace.

"Listen to the wind and hear our elders as they speak.  As long as the wind blows we are all one,  connected under this blue
bowl of the sky".   ~Chief Plenty Horses.  Oglala Teton Black Hills.

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