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| About Religion... by � goeswith3faces It was nearly dark in Running-Wolfs house. The fire was the only light in the room and its weak shine gave the situation a warm and cozy ambiance. The fire lightened up Running-Wolfs face, and made his dark skin darker, than it was and the lines of life, that life had written into his face deeper than they had been. I don�t remember his name, but one day he came to us and wanted to tell us about his friend, who died hundreds ore more years ago for his people, in order to save their souls. The face of the man in the black robe seemed to be smooth, in relation to the face of Running-Wolf. The white man persuaded to Running-Wolf a long time with fervor. Running �Wolf did not speak a word but listened concentrated, while he looked into the fire. After some times the white man finished his statement and you could see that he was really exhausted by the weight that he tried to give his words. Running-Wolf did not look up and a long silence full of expectation filled the room, before Running- Wolf began to speak. When Creator blessed me with the gift of life, I was naked and happy. I had nothing fear and there were no reasons to be afraid of something. I enjoyed living with my people and with the wolves, my relatives, and all creatures on earth. I trusted Creator and it was every day an enjoyment to live in his garden and I trusted my world. My language was the speech of life and the Union between us and Creator and the thousand things he built, which was signed at the beginning of time, let us take what we needed in life. I enjoyed in respect, the wonders Creator made for us day by day and death was in our way of view only a transformation in the great circle of life. There were no bad and no good, because everything had its place that Creator gave it. Everything was in balance and arranged in the great circle of life and life was good like it was. I had no goods and naked, like I was born into this world, I will return to Creator. There was no need to own something and no need to be better as someone or something. That I�m part of all is fact, for what I should own other parts, when we all belong to a great mosaic called life? Did the rivers try to own the sea or the fishes? Did the forests try to own the animals that live in it? Did father sky try to own the mountains that he touches day by day? Life was given to connect not to divide and for sure not to own. Your god tells the same like mine, but you want to make me forget about these things. We hear the same wind, we drink the same water and we see the same wonders of life around us. How comes, that you want to own all the things that Creator made for all? I think that your god and mine, when they are not one, have to be good friends and they must be very sad, about the things that happens on mother earth today � Running-Wolf made the white man understanding that he had nothing to add to his statement and saw him to the door. The white man left, a bit confused and he seemed to be not very satisfied with the conversation. The weather changed and it started raining, when the white man went to his car by cursing the rain. Running-Wolf stood outside and the raindrops ran over his face and left the taste of truth and Creator�s comfort on his tongue, when he started to sing in silent voice, his song of thanks � In Respect, to all creatures and lives on mother earth. ~ Goes-with-three-faces ~ |