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A historical story that started around 180 years ago. Below has been taken in it’s entirety from the records of the Dakota tribe A passed father his young teaching I am posting this version of a story that was first claimed to have been be told across many of the villages of our Plains and further west Indians tribes. A Red Sky story that was first told by father to his as their campfire spit out windy sparks to fight off the cold fall night air. """He was just a boy then wanting to jump ahead in years obsessed with reaching the status of a tribal warrior way too prematurely! Yet I had judged him to then be old enough to understand! Redsky my only little one had just asked me "Father why is there not a single peace pipe left in our entire village?” This is what I told him while holding back salty tears that remembered all of my loved and missed ancestors!" My honor and truth have been a stable of our Redman's Proud Heritage and culture ever since the first sign language and then speech allowed us the wonderful new act of communication. When a well listented to white man we later found was named Horrible Greedy told all that listened to go west young man, an influx of migration happened almost overnight, Our once baron endless lands suddenly were active with countless bands of white man seeking new lands to start new life's for themselves and families. Some wanted to farm, while others to raise livestock. Yet others to prospect or establish new western colonies growing into towns and in almost no time at all, small cities. We as Gods chosen Native People looked to the heavens for answers that Never Came until it was far too late. None of us dare argue or question the Great Spirit so we swallowed our great pride and gut feelings in order to follow what we thought were his wishes. All tribes but the Apache and a few renegade raiding Comanche followed the laws of the sky who we daily looked . These new white people needed food and meat and thus came us when hungry or even starving out vast endless prairies when early winters replaced the temperate fall season. We gave then some food feed then knowing before the arrival of spring, our people too would go hungry with our usual supplies now gone! The Buffalo hunters left almost quarters of these majestic beasts carcasses rotting so that the vultures mice and a new breed of aggressive dreaded rat came about. They always took the hides and sometimes the horns to sell back across the great sea to this land they first came from called England. Only choice parts of meat did they butcher to feed them selves Nothing was given to us Indians who told them in the first place where these once endless herds migrated too and exactly what times of year also. Many of our peoples waited for these vast herds to come to them waited in vain as these railroad buffalo hunters with their long fire sticks and in great numbers lie in ambush thus turning these herds completely around heading back to where they were coming from. Sometimes every single bison was slaughtered! Once hardy and almost invincible, they starved for lack of nourishment grasses and became weaker each new arriving generation. We had no Priest or Popes or Bishops or Pastors to preach the word and laws of God. We were confused by this influx of new peoples taking over our homelands and then ever so slowly our very lives. Yes war had to happen and we still did not start it in most cases. Our young warriors eager to show bravery and courage became raiders using our ancient ways to hide, sneak and effectively ambush. We were labeled savages yet our cultural ways were of peace and harmony and honor for each other before this masssive invasion began. So I spoke to my about those changed times and suggested ways to try and cope and thus exist in this now white mans world so different than ours. With historical books of history to read, our people learned we Indians were not the first peoples to be invaded, conquered and later ruled by new governments backed by powerful armies. Much is Imbedded and now Inbred in man kinds developed human nature. There is a phrase usually spoken in times of needed sympathy. I'M SO SORRY, I KNOW HOW YOU FEEL! This in not true at all.... Pain is deeply felt through the Emotion of Loss! The stronger the Love the stronger the pain. Our squaws were perhaps the most underrated part of this tragic Invasion of America. Tending our young and taking the place of the man in the family, they were strong and without words of complaint, did what was necessary for all others but themselves. After the first decade of these terrible wars with bigger newer thunder sticks on wheels and blue colored always mounted soldiers who galloped to the sounds of bugles with guns drawn or these long knifes called swords, our gallant brave lovely squaws knew their loving husbands would someday never return from these mostly lost battles! They only cried when alone after darkness set in while lying alone in once family shared beds on the ground. So today our once proud cultural ways of life are all but gone. Redsky my , know still running through your veins, is the true Nomadic Blood also shared by the conquered people of Africa and Asia. For Heritage instills pride and honor! Never look down and in times of puzzlement and hardship, always look ! I betrayed my Redsky for the first and only time in my entire life that night of his Manhood Lessons. For I got then much in a hurry go inside of our lodge weep alone. I know now that I should have stayed with my new young man cry along side of him in a joined and united state of Deep Pride and Thankfulness for life! Your should be proud of his father who told him the truth and the history of his peoples. men must remember the past grow in wisdom and balance. shed tears for those who have suffered is a compassion that should be passed down from father to and , from mother to . For Storytelling is the greatest teaching tool there is! ''' |
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Four hours ago I tried to post this blog. I am starting all over again after some dozen tries of editing?
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Usually all it takes for a blog to show up, is to make that first comment and then be patient. Sometimes, it takes an hour or so to be viewable by others. Be a prism, spreading God's light and love, not a mirror reflecting the world's hatred.
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Usually all it takes for a blog to show up, is to make that first comment and then be patient. Sometimes, it takes an hour or so to be viewable by others. kept getting missing words and letters and numbers glitches and had to correct it a good dozen different times. did same to the new one that posted and it went right away, now its back again. started before 6 am some 8 hours ago. will give this one more chance tomorrow as having just a handful of viewers is very discouraging, .thank you for your help.
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it took some four hours to finally post. had to copy and paste it all over and start new to get it come up. kept getting missing words and letters and numbers glitches and had to correct it a good dozen different times. did same to the new one that posted and it went right away, now its back again. started before 6 am some 8 hours ago. will give this one more chance tomorrow as having just a handful of viewers is very discouraging, .thank you for your help. If a correction is really important, it could be done in the first comment. As for the views, people will look at those blogs they think they will find interesting, so if the subject matter is only interesting to a limited audience, that will be who views your blog. Many people are highly skeptical these days of any new name that shows up. Be a prism, spreading God's light and love, not a mirror reflecting the world's hatred.
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Does it really matter? If someone comes into the blogs, and is not nasty and abusive, shouldn't we give them the benefit of the doubt that maybe they really are someone new to SFF and looking to make friends? Have we all become so suspicious and paranoid that we attack any new handle? We were all new once. How would we have felt to be greeted with hateful comments? I know I would have left immediately. We older members need to accept new members at face value, unless they become hateful to everyone...…… like some of us have become...………. otherwise, as we die out, so will SFF. Be a prism, spreading God's light and love, not a mirror reflecting the world's hatred.
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CP, but what does it really matter if he is an old member with a new handle? He hasn't been nasty to anyone, so he should be left alone to post whatever floats his boat. We are all free to read or ignore, aren't we? I'm not particularly interested in his choice of subjects yet, but others might be. If nobody is, then he will either continue to post about it, change subjects or stop blogging. The choice is his, not ours. As I said, we cannot chase off every new handle or soon there will only be us oldies here, and we are a dying breed in SFF. Be a prism, spreading God's light and love, not a mirror reflecting the world's hatred.
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If you are going to remove all the comments that are negative, your blogs are going to be rather bare. Be a prism, spreading God's light and love, not a mirror reflecting the world's hatred.
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