So this is why you gave us flowers: White Lilies and Blood-Red Carnations In the Harvest Corn Ceremony At Mama Bears: The descent to the bowels of the earth [some would call it the descent to the butch of the realm] to honour our blood-given power to give birth: the alpha and the omega. We hold it in the palms Of our brown hands Like a grain of blue corn, A seed of power that Can turn into gelignite With a mere glance, or A twist of the wrist. So many of your symbols Come back to me now As I build my own house With my own hands On my own land Fought for over Decades of hard struggle. Rainbow Warrior Woman, You remind me to Take charge of my life Go beyond the boundaries Of real and imagined fences – Tear them down in The coal black night Like Katherine and the Old Rainbow Warrior Women At Big Mountain, Arizona** And sit with the Medicine People To share our gifts from the Four corners of the earth Like Hinewirangi, who *** With her medicine bundle conatining The dark, moist, sacred earth Of Aotearoa, Placed it on the Navajo/Hopi border Created by the United States government And sang her waiata of peace. Rainbow Warrior Woman, I hold you close In times of weakness Remembering always that I have the power To kill at a glance; Drop blood in my enemy’s soup If I so desire.
Music
I am the Earth
And the Earth is me.
Each blade of grass,
Each honey tree,
Each bit of mud,
And stick and stone
Is blood and muscle,
Skin and bone.
And just as I
Need every bit
Of me to make
My body fit,
So Earth needs
Grass and stone and tree
And things that grow here
Naturally.
That's why we
Celebrate this day.
That's why across
The world we say:
As long as life,
As dear, as free,
I am the Earth
And the Earth is me
Easy listening. Counry. Rock. Punk. Metal. Druid. Icon. Zen
Movies
Tonight is the lunar eclipse Tonight the moon blooms Tonight my grandma is home The cornfield carpets the canyon's basin A Navajo field of colored corn Red, Yellow, Blue, and White Grandma Nalnishe whispers to the moon Her turquoise jewels reflect the evening dinner fire In the distance, the bells of the sheep ring Overhead the moon begins to glow. Tonight is the lunar eclipse Tonight the moon blossoms Tonight my grandma is home. Every year, the Crow Fair brings her family back She holds her sleeping grandchild In the security of her camp, she sings Grandma Black Eagle sings for the moon And the booming drumbeats create the rhythm The Little Bighorn river reflects the starlit sky Through the trees the moon begins to glow. Tonight is the lunar eclipse Tonight the moon burns Tonight my grandma is home. A Hopi village rests quietly on a mesa In a rectangular room, she whispers a prayer As the candlelight shadows of the Kachinas dance on the wall Grandma Honyumtewa prays for the moon And a lone Kachina points out the window On the roof top, an owl hoots "who?" Out the window the begins to glow. Tonight is the lunar eclipse Tonight the moon bleeds Tonight my grandma is home. Relocated to a house in Oklahoma She lost her Cherokee homeland In her rocking chair, a tear drips off her cheek Grandma Webb cries for the moon While fanning herself with a beaded Eagle-feather fan The air is sick as a loud car passes by And over the buildings the moon begins to glow. Tonight is the lunar eclipse Tonight the moon beacons Tonight all my grandmas are home Tonight they all see Grandmother Moon Tonight the moon glows deep like blood Tonight the moon is Indian.
Television
Each day she cards wool, Releasing aromas of wet lambs. She sings her song slowly for her sheep, For her rug, for her hands, for the sun above and for her mother who taught her the words so long ago... "House made of dawn House made of evening light House made of dark cloud House made of pollen..." Másáni, Grandma's hogan sits alone Near the lowly adobe bluffs. Loneliness overtakes the desert lands As the night crawls from the east. Her heart lingers for companionship. She soaks wool in the eyes of Spider Woman, The weaver of creation, weaving together Brown, yellow, black, white and red-- Shade of her soul-self. She pulls spindled threads Intertwining them through the web-loom And the desert storms are caught Within the geometric patterns, White clouds and black lightning and water beetles. None of her twelve children ever return Only when money asks them to. They come to take her hard work, her beauty. "In beauty it is finished, thank you, creator." Without ears, they are like prairie dogs, They don't understand her anymore and cry wants. Each has lost her teachings and tongue. Her mind wants to reach out "Please, stay...talk to me, my grandchildren." Coming from limbo beyond the Rainbow's blessings They smile as payment for robbing her And quickly return to their burrows Far to the cold north, Los Angeles and Phoenix... Into the night her weaving comb Locks her tears into the wefts of wool, The much needed rain in the storm pattern rug. Each night she cards wool, Releasing the aromas of wet lambs.
Books
Today I will walk out, today everything evil will leave me, I will be as I was before, I will have a cool breeze over my body. I will have a light body, I will be happy forever, nothing will hinder me. I walk with beauty before me. I walk with beauty behind me. I walk with beauty below me. I walk with beauty above me. I walk with beauty around me. My words will be beautiful. In beauty all day long may I walk. Through the returning seasons, may I walk. On the trail marked with pollen may I walk. With dew about my feet, may I walk. With beauty before me may I walk. With beauty behind me may I walk. With beauty below me may I walk. With beauty above me may I walk. With beauty all around me may I walk. In old age wandering on a trail of beauty, lively, may I walk. In old age wandering on a trail of beauty, living again, may I walk. My words will be beautiful.
Heroes
Great Spirit, grant me vision That I may not go wrong And find myself in prison Of things I have not done Teach me the secret That I might see Fill my heart with compassion To love my enemy Mother Earth Will feed our hunger Father Sky will love her well Make me worthy of this vision That no human tongue Could ever tell The winds of life Blow in four directions The sacred waters Flow to the sea The eagle flies High as any mountain Oh Great Spirit keep us free Give me strength To learn the lesson Make me wise to understand What it takes to walk in beauty As I learn to walk This sacred land The winds of life Blow in four directions The sacred waters Flow to the sea The eagle flies High as any mountain Oh Great Spirit keep us free The winds of life Blow in four directions The sacred waters Flow to the sea The eagle flies High as any mountain Oh Great Spirit keep us free Oh Great Spirit keep us free Oh Great Spirit keep us free I pray to you Great Spirit, Please Hear me Anyone who stands firm for there beliefs NE-HE-MAH
Sacred Guardian Of Wolves Scars's Details
Status:
In a Relationship
Here for:
Networking, Friends
Orientation:
Straight
Hometown:
Right here
Body type:
Average
Ethnicity:
Native American
Religion:
Other
Zodiac Sign:
Virgo
Smoke / Drink:
No / No
Children:
Proud parent
Education:
Grad / professional school
Occupation:
veterinary surgeon
Sacred Guardian Of Wolves Scars Azee’tsoh Dine’é Posted at 5:25 PM Jun 25 view more
About me:
I am native american.I like to think that i am a decent upright strong caring kind honest sort of person. Who cares about my friends family the earth animals and so on.I am also right into the paranormal i have seen many things. I like to astral travel on the astral plane.Also i like to push the bounderies of the unknown. I am a very spiritual person.Because woman lives so close to our first mother, the Earth, she emanates the strength and harmonious nature of all things." we were told the Indian woman would play an instrumental part in leading the healing of Indian nations. The old people said we were to look up to her in a sacred manner. They said the Earth Mother would give the woman special gifts of love. The woman and the Earth Mother are connected in a special way. Women should pay attention to the lessons coming from the earth. Men should treat the women with respect, dignity and honor. Grandfather, Grandmother, give the Indian woman Your strength to heal our earth
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Spider Woman taught string games
to keep thoughts in order, yet
only in winter, when spiders sleep,
or else will she tie your eyes shut.
You will learn about the night sky,
concentrate on star clusters, find planets
in your weaving patterns:
the earth is your mother, the sky your father.
Star pinching the pattern to follow:
Female Arrowhead,
Big Snake, Lightning, Cloud.
Weave in the sacred four colours:
white for dawn, blue for the day,
yellow for twilight, black for the night.
Weave on child, weave the universe in motion,
play your string games, your sand games
in perpetual regeneration.
Breathe child, breathe
the sacred act of breathing! The Holy Wind
is in all the living, nothing exists in isolation.
you long for he good and the evil,
the natural and supernatural in balance, connectivity to all living things. Follow
the stars’ constellations,
Scorpio, Cassiopeia, The Pleiades, Aldebaran,
Canis Major, Ursa Major, Sword of Orion
they all touch your body, each one
its part assigned, filling the space of your transitory nature.
Learn them, chant them, weave them
into your memory!
They will remind you how to live your life,
not the emotionally overpowering,
the materially oriented,
the spiritually depleted.
Seek your escape
from the fast paced world!
Walk in beauty, not the outward appearance
but order, pleasantness,
everything that lifts you.
Reach an old age by living
in harmony with the universe.
Breathe, child, breathe
the holy act of breathing! On breathing,
the powerful wind will enter.
Fingerprints and toe prints are its signals.
The whorls at the tips of your toes
hold you to the Earth.
those on your fingertips
hold you to the Sky.
This wind carries thought at conception.
When it ceases to blow inside you,
you become speechless.
Draw your string figures, child,
move and complete them
until Spider Woman will help to dissolve all.
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Warning this video contains graphic footage of wolves being hunted. Plz take a look and look into your heart. Plz do something to stop this now full stop. And for those people who have domesticated dogs. Dont forget that your dogs are descendants of the wolf somewhere down the line
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Who I'd like to meet: Hweeldi
Nin hoken bi khan a na ih la.
Ta al tso go na he seel kai.
Nih bi kah gi do tah kah gi.
Ta al tso go en da de pah.
Tsi di da ne ne tay yah.
Ay be nihe hozeen.
Ji lengo ba hozhon.
Ne he na ah taj ihla.
Day ne tal al tso go enta she jah.
Tal tso go entas se pah.
He kaz dineh hi be hay jah.
Do ni din da hi ol yeh.
Hozo go nay yeltay to.
A na oh bi keh de dlihn.
Ni hi keh di dlihn ta etin.
Yeh wol ye hi he a din.
Sila go tsoi do chah lakai.
Ya ansh go das dez ee.
Hozo g kay ha tehn.
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HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYONE.WISHING YOU AND YOURS A BLESSED FUN DAY.ENJOY AND MAY ALL THE LOVE AND HAPPINESS FILL YOUR DAY WITH FAMILY AND FRIENDS. I'M PASSING THIS ON TO YOU TO SHARE WITH YOU IT HAS ALOT OF MEANING THANK YOU JAZZY FOR SHARING.
MY LOVE AND BLESSINGS ANGEL
by SHINE SHINE I RUN TO YOU-CANDLE DIDNT BURN OUT!)
WORDWIND Current mood: bummed Category: Life
You know how candles melt away as they are used.. I think we often feel that we are the same..burning up,burning out,and burning down.. but,what we must remember through this is that YOU can light a room in this world just by being YOU.
You have this inner deep down in your soul strength that once you 'tap' into it ,you can save us all.. sometimes along the way,some of us forget just how much strength we do have...I just have to look over at you and mine comes back to me...I find peace with you and power..sometimes I think you forget just how important you are to so many,who really deserve you... keep that inner candle lit..you worked hard for it..its yours,it belongs to you...:)) don't let anyone burn it out....
PASSIN THIS ON, TO MY ANGEL - NEVER GIVE UP REMEMBER! MANY BLESSSINGS ALWAYS,,,,,JAZZY,,,,LOVE YOU MY SISTER! THIS IS FROM MY SISTER IN IRAQ- FIGHTING EVERYDAY, WAR NOT PEACE,,,,MY INSPIRATION COMES HER, HER HEART IS AMAZING,,AND HER CANDLE NEVER GOES OUT,,,SHE HELPED ME SO MUCH IN SO MANY WAYS , THIS LIL HERO, IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE,,,,MY SISTER!!! PLEASE ALWAYS KEEP HER IN PRAYERS,,,B
HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYONE.WISHING YOU AND YOURS A BLESSED FUN DAY.ENJOY AND MAY ALL THE LOVE AND HAPPINESS FILL YOUR DAY WITH FAMILY AND FRIENDS. I'M PASSING THIS ON TO YOU TO SHARE WITH YOU IT HAS ALOT OF MEANING THANK YOU JAZZY FOR SHARING.
MY LOVE AND BLESSINGS ANGEL
by SHINE SHINE I RUN TO YOU-CANDLE DIDNT BURN OUT!)
WORDWIND Current mood: bummed Category: Life
You know how candles melt away as they are used.. I think we often feel that we are the same..burning up,burning out,and burning down.. but,what we must remember through this is that YOU can light a room in this world just by being YOU.
You have this inner deep down in your soul strength that once you 'tap' into it ,you can save us all.. sometimes along the way,some of us forget just how much strength we do have...I just have to look over at you and mine comes back to me...I find peace with you and power..sometimes I think you forget just how important you are to so many,who really deserve you... keep that inner candle lit..you worked hard for it..its yours,it belongs to you...:)) don't let anyone burn it out....
PASSIN THIS ON, TO MY ANGEL - NEVER GIVE UP REMEMBER! MANY BLESSSINGS ALWAYS,,,,,JAZZY,,,,LOVE YOU MY SISTER! THIS IS FROM MY SISTER IN IRAQ- FIGHTING EVERYDAY, WAR NOT PEACE,,,,MY INSPIRATION COMES HER, HER HEART IS AMAZING,,AND HER CANDLE NEVER GOES OUT,,,SHE HELPED ME SO MUCH IN SO MANY WAYS , THIS LIL HERO, IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE,,,,MY SISTER!!! PLEASE ALWAYS KEEP HER IN PRAYERS,,,B
We return thanks to our mother, the earth, which sustains us. We return thanks to the rivers and streams, which supply us with water. We return thanks to all herbs, which furnish medicines for the cure of our diseases. We return thanks to the moon and stars, which have given to us their light when the sun was gone. We return thanks to the sun, that has looked upon the earth with a beneficent eye. Lastly, we return thanks to the Great Spirit, in Whom is embodied all goodness, and Who directs all things for the good of Her children.
Have a turkey roasting, family toasting, count each blessing, pass the dressing, jokes and laughter, napping after, wish bone wishes, hugs & kisses, happy, happy Thanksgiving Day! Hugs & Luv, Nina ;) ♥
Time is a wonderful thing to have stop and be capsherd in your mined as a mimmory that will stay with you for all times. Sweet time is moving so fast we tind to just let the little loving thing go right on biy as we are in our oun place to get the things that need to be dun dun... So just take this time that has ben set a side for the love ones that you have in your life and gev them a kiss and tell them that you love them.
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