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| Stories are the sharing's we can enjoy together: They are guides towards inner knowledge passed on from generation to generation...Stories are wonderful! Ma |
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| STORY: THE CREATOR..By Little Hawk NATIVE AMERICAN STORY |
| The Creator created the world...the mountians, trees, rivers and seas. He created all the creatures of this fair land. The Creator also created man and woman from the land and put them in charge to take care of the Creators work. Man and woman were placed on the path of life. They were given the choice of walking on the Creators Path or going another way. The people did not listen to the Voice of their Creator. They chose to go their own way and do what seemed right to them in their own spirits. This caused the Creator much sadness. He loved his Creation dearly and did not want them to go their own way. He decided that there was only one way to save man and woman from destroying themselves and all His Creation. He would send His Son to become like them and live on the land. Creator sends His Son. THE TIME CAME: When the Creator's Son came down to the earth and took on the form of a little baby. He came from a woman and grew as a child. Soon he became a young warrior. But, this warrior was different. He did not choose to fight. He came to bring peace and to teach. |
| Story: MY PEOPLE CRIED...by Little Hawk..copyrighted.... |
| It was cold. The wind was howling. All the leaves had fallen to the ground. The snow would soon be blowing, and the food was getting low. There was no blankets, and the children would be cold. Mothers were worried and grandmothers were old, having a hard time keeping up. But, had to press forward the braves were saddened to watch. The families driven like cattle from their homes. Their clothes were tattered and torn. They dare not balk or turn around, for death was sure to meet them head on. The babes cried from hunger. Mothers had been murdered, raped, beaton and enslaved. Yet! Onward was pressed by the white man's gluttonous greed for more land they did not need. Many stumbled and died. The new land was hot dusty and dry, and built on a lie. The pride of the native withered drove out by greed. The people still wait living in the swallows of earth: Nothing has changed except for the face on twenty dollars of the one who ordered the plight of a tract. That never could be understood. All because of a promise built on greed. There is a trail I have often walked up on that is pelted with tears. I hear the babies cry. I place my hand over my heart. I feel the pain of their mothers death, and the tears streaming down the face of the brave. This was more than two hundred years. And, I still hear My People Cry...........(This is a copywrited story)......... |
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| THE OAK AND THE WILLOW SENT BY GODFATHER There is an old fable in which the mighty oak tree which stood for over one hundred years finally was blown over by a storm. The tree fell into a river that floated it downstream until it came to rest among the reeds growing along the river bank. The fallen giant asked the reeds growing along the riverbank, "How is it that you were able to weather the storm that was too powerful for me, an oak tree, to withstand?" The reeds replied, "All these years you stubbornly resisted the winds that swept your way. You took such pride in your strength that you refused to yield, even a little bit. We, on the other hand, have not resisted the winds, but have always bent with them. We recognized the superior power of the wind so, the harder the wind blew the more we humbled ourselves before it." Always remember to bend with the wind, And you won't be blown over by the storm! |
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