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| From Years Ago Till Now by � goeswith3faces You may call me a fool, a dreamer or whatever, but with open eyes, I saw a man riding on a painted horse out of a cloud directly into the Black Hills, to a place where the Dead Horse Creek and the Indian Creek meet each other. On his right shoulder sat a raven and on his left shoulder a dove. An eagle was flying ahead. Wherever his horse�s hoofs touched the ground lightning appeared and its neighing sounded like rolling thunder. His horse was painted in the glowing colors of the rainbow and its eyes were red like blood and inside were a shine of fire. The rider had the spirit of youth but he did not wear any feather. His long black hair was flying in the wind like a flag and an aura of light surrounded him. He was not painted and when he remarked me, he turned around his horse, and looked at me. His eyes were made out of the sunlight and I had to look down when his eyes caught mine. A strong wind made me falling on my knees. He was not on a war party, for that I was sure. I wasn�t able to lift my eyes from the ground, I only fell that his hand touched my shoulder andin the same moment a warm stream of goodness filled my heart � I came into the store because Mum sent me to buy bread for us. We lived near Manderson S.D. and the store was the only place around where I could buy bread. I came in before the old man started to tell his story and I couldn�t stop listening after I heard his first words. I heard one of the wasicu asking if the old man paid his drinks and in the moment when the other agreed, he took the old man by his shoulder and threw him out of the store. I saw how the old man was falling down on the street and I forgot all about the bread when I was running out to help him. He was lying there, unable to stand up. His clothes were horrible dirty, his long white hair was mated, and I could smell that this was not his first drink today when I helped him to stand up. Slowly he was walking to a small tree to sit down in its shadow. A long time he looked at me without speaking a word. A thread of blood ran from his hair into his wrinkled face. I tried to wipe away the blood when I told him that I believe his story and in the same moment, I saw the old man fighting back his tears. He put his hand on my arm and pressed it that way that it nearly hurts me. He stood up and tears ran over his face. �That�s the only thing I owned�, he said before he gave me a little red and white medicine wheel and he stroke over my hair, before he left me without saying something more. I was unable to say or to do something and I only looked after the old man until he disappeared between two houses. I looked at the medicine wheel in my hand. Something wet was falling on my hand. Did it rain I thought, before I recognized that I was crying as well ... I never met the old man again but to know the medicine wheel has its special place in my home � In Great Respect to all lives on Mother Earth. ~ Goes-with-three-faces ~ |
