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| About Riches.... by � goeswith3faces Ribbons in the color of his nation were tied on the tree that stood some feet away from his place. He was sitting alone in a small hole at a sacred place in the plains. A blanket graced with stars was the only thing he wears for his cry of vision. It was the second day of praying and asking Creator for a vision. He was young, proud, and fearless and the suspense about what may happen on his search filled his whole heart. Maybe an eagle will come to him or a four -legged relative to tell him something about his life? A wind came up and the ribbons started flapping on the little tree. A stampede of clouds ran over the sky. The sunlight changed its intensity with every breath and the clouds became with every moment darker. A mysterious twilight surrounded the scene when the wind started to become stronger and stronger and made the world appearing unreal to him. He did not know if it really was the world, he knew, when the wind pulled on his blanket like a wild animal. Unable to avoid a feeling of fear he realized a rolling thunder far away that came closer and closer. The sky became dark. A big raindrop felt on his head and ran fast over his face, followed by a wall of raindrops that made him in moments wet through. His wet body shivered from cold and fear under the blanket when the rolling thunder swelled into a wild bluster that sounded in his ears like breaking iron. The wind had turned into a storm and howls around him like a monster, and the rain started hammering on him like a million fists. The blanket did not give him any protection. Even when he wanted to run away, he was unable to move a finger. The rain turned into hail and left many cuts on his head, face, arms, legs and allover his body. The pain made him unable to breath. Blood ran from his face to his mouth and the taste of it gave him the feeling of helplessness. Tears ran down his cheeks and intermingled with the blood from his cuts before it ran in bright red streams on Mother Earth�s skin. A mighty whiz with glaring light that made him unable to see, followed by an enormously bang, horrified him nearly to death. n of glowing sparks. Astonishment came into his eyes by seeing the sparks floating and dancing in the air around him, instead of falling down to the ground. Overpowered by the beauty of this scene he was unable to catch a thought and before he was able to realize what happened the sparks started to circle around him. With every round the sparks became faster and faster until it seemed to be a wild blazing fire around him. It became hot and his pained body started to sweat. In the blazing flames, he saw faces of his ancestors and he could hear their voices telling truth, before the flames entered his body. In burning pain, his body was lifted up from the ground and he flow through dimensions that way fast that he lose consciousness. He woke up when the sun nearly reached its highest point at the sky. Even when his whole body hurt, a deep thankfully and peacefully feeling filled his heart. A feeling that he never felt before. It took its time before he remembered what happened. He looked for the cuts that he got from hail and amazed he recognized that the cuts disappeared. He could not believe it. He was unharmed. Back to his people he told the �wicasa wakan� what happened and when he finished, the old man smiled and looked thoughtful at the blanket that he wear during his vision quest. The stars that graced once the blanket were gone but the silhouettes were still to see and with it many stains of blood � It took its time when the young man fulfilled his vision but he did. He had to stand many temptations in life and because of being a human being he was not perfect; but he tried his whole life hard to make compassion, reason, and understanding to the impulsion of his words and deeds, for the wellness of the people and to thank Creator. He lived a powerful life as a strong �heyoka wicasa wakan� and was more than liked and respected by the people. Everything he left when he died would have place in a small bag, but the strength and the trust he left in his work for the people is immeasurable to now. He will be known forever by the tracks he left. These are the real riches of NATIVE AMERICA � In Greatest Respect to all lives on Mother Earth ~ Goes-with-three-faces ~ |