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| Mysterious Ways by � goeswith3faces The sun rose and with the first sunbeam the old man was on his way to the little rock at the Owl Butte from where he could see the Cherry Creek to his feet. He walked like an old man, but his spirit jumped like a young wapiti. His heart was filled with love for his people and his wrinkled face was a mirror of all sunbeams those ever warmed Mother Earth�s skin. Reaching his place, he started playing his flute and the Black Hills echoed the lovely melody, a prayer like, which tells from life and harmony. The echo was the old man�s payment and whoever went to sacred places did not leave without giving thanks to the old man. Day by day, the old man�s flute escorted the searching ones on their ways to sacred places. He was one of the good spirits in the Black Hills and by the sound of his flute, loving hearts found each other for eternities, cries for visions were heard by Great Spirit Grandfather and Great Spirit Grandfather opened in children�s hearts the door to his world. A wasicu blinded by the gold rush made the old man leaving Mother Earth and sold his scalp for a handful bucks. The Black Hills were left in silence for generations and the old man was terrible missed by his people. It had been also a wasicu who found his love to the Lakota flute and generations later loving hearts found each other for eternities, cries for visions were heard by Great Spirit Grandfather and Great Spirit Grandfather opened in children�s hearts the door to his world also beyond the Black Hills, by the sound of the wasicu�s flute. You really want to tell me that Great Spirit Grandfather takes without giving and that he is not doing all things in a circle? We are all relatives � Background: I met some days ago a Canadian guy who told me that he plays the Lakota flute. I wrote these lines in respect to his plans and to keep him going on. A prophecy of the Hopi says that the time will come when wasicu kids will pray to Great Spirit Grandfather and they will wander with white skins on the red path. Maybe our spirits are old and change only its bodies to wipe away Mother Earth�s tears? Doesn�t Great Spirit Grandfather listen to all his children without caring skins or races? Whoever knows if the time is not reached in which the Hopi prophecy becomes true � ? In Great Respect to all lives on Mother Earth. ~ Goes-with-three-faces ~ |
