Through Skys Eyes

Hey everyone, just wanted to let you all know about a gathering many native brothers and sisters are going to.

We are praying for the children of standing rock reservation and for the protection of sacred sites.

We will be gathering from November 7th, 8th and 9th.

Each day we will pray for something different.

If you want to join us or find out more then check the full press release.

I spoke to Wakan Tanka (god) last night

he told me to not be afraid

Stand up for your self, it is not O.K for people to treat you bad

“You represent me and your ancestors, in all you do, the good and the bad.

Are you going to allow people to walk all over your god and your people?”

Not long after i spoke with Unci Maca (or grandmother the earth) She told me to not be ashamed.

She questioned why i was ashamed of who i am, when i am in a white world.

I told her i wasnt.

She asked me again, “Why are you ashamed?”

I again said im not.

She kept saying the same thing, knowing that eventualy itwould make me think, and tell the truth.

Why are you ashamed she asked. You do not see buddhist ashamed of their robes they wear. You do not see Muslims hiding behind corners so  that noone sees them in their coverings. They are proud, they show themselves to you, their true selves.

So again i ask, “Why are you ashamed”.

My answer was simple. “They dont understand our ways.”

She said in a stern, old but caring voice. “How are they to understand, if you hide your ways from them. ”

So i prayed,

I prayed that the Wambli (eagle) will help share with me boldness and courage. Courage to show my true self to the world.

I prayed that the Hehaka (elk) will share with me his wisdom and beauty, To show others how truly beautiful  and wise our people are.

I prayed to the four corners, so that they will accompany me through my journeys and life, Never to be forgotten.

I prayed to Wakan Tanka and Unci Maca.

I offered them all i have and my Tabacco, for without their infinite wisdom i would never have gotten this far.

Hey all just burning some tabacco to send my prayers up to the greatone hime self.

Tunkasila Floyd Red Crow Westerman is ill in hospital, seriously ill. And i hope you will all pray for him. He is one hell of a man, amazing at all he does and touches.

I also send my prayers to the grandmothers that have been putting together the documentary.

For the Next 7 Generations: The Grandmothers Speak

I pray it all goes in the right direction and that it will be released soon. For Beatrice and Rita Long visitor holy dance, our prayers go out to you and many thanks for all that you have done and are doing.

you can find out more about this project at : http://www.forthenext7generations.com

Or watch the videos trailers at you tube:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GKGXpK8LXR4

I guess this time of year i get a little emotional and start thinking a little more about my family and our people.

The anniversary of wounded Knee is coming up and i can only wish to be able to ride up there on that day and remember.

There is a mass grave there with over 300 women, children, elders, men buried there.

From those bodies arised the “lost bird” otherwise known as Zintkala Nuni. Her body was exhumed from california and taken back to her now resting place in wounded knee.

I guess this is the time i remember all our loved ones that have fallen.

I pray for them all and their families. There are so many. It makes me feel sick sometimes, whenever i think about it too much.

Anyway,  i send my love and prayers to you all.