We pray for change, we hope for a change, but we wait impatiently. Is
the great spirit not hearing us? We asked. Where is the answer?
If our prayers were suddenly answered, would be we ready? Or would we
look behind us for the familiar things, the people, the habits, the
If we were instantly healed, instantly prospered, instantly sought
after and loved, then what would we do? Attention, compassion and
self-pity are sometimes more important than having everything changed
for the better.
The fear of being without something to keep us working
with the same burden, dealing with familiar pain, can stop us from
knowing what it is to be free and well.
If we can envision life without a particular problem we can turn our
minds to real change and have it happen. If we can see change, receive
it, and know the joy, then gratitude and thanksgiving sets it in
Author: Joyce Sequichie Hifler
In retrospect, we have ignored common sense in favor of doing what we wanted to do. We wish we had not done it, but we said what we wanted to say, spoke out when it would have been better to stay quiet – we have overruled our common sense. Looking back again, when did we get off track? What little thing stung us into action? If we learn to hear the voice of wisdom we can overcome our foolishness. Wisdom never lets us down, but ignoring it will put away from us the best friend we can have.
~ I am tired of talk that comes to nothing. ~
CHIEF JOSEPH – NEZ PERCE
‘A Cherokee Feast of Days, Volume II’ by Joyce Sequichie Hifler
“Force, no matter how concealed, begets resistance.” Lakota A lesson for us all. Mitakuye Oyasin.
Native America Rises From the Ashes..Like a Call from the Wilderness….
As we are Vastly Becoming a force to beLoved With….
The Silent Gooberment Force Resists…
The Difference With Us, Our Rise, is For the Good of all…
The Other Side is for the Best, of a Few…
But We Must Find Constant Vigilance and Resist the Separation…
That Works Through a Chain of Command of Our Adversary…..
Our Brothers and Sisters Non the Less…
Yet, They are Secondary to the Survival of Our Race…
“Look Forward For Manna, Not Backward For Salt, or You will become Bitter, all Your Own Fault”
For the Native American Church, the Church of Creation, Has Doubled in Size, In a Short Year…
Irreguardless of of the Shadow Goober’Mental Resistance to Our Growing Force…
Being Martin Luther King Day; Today. It is Be’Fitting To Quote Our Brown Skinned Brother;
“We Either Learn to Live Together as Brothers and Sisters; Or Perish Together as Fools”
For We Know that We are Four Directions, Red, White, Yellow, and Black….
Now We are Five; For the Brown is the Fifth Direction And Unity is Our Way, Our Only Way…
Racist is not an Option, either, For Color Blindness is Our Way to Critical Mass…
With the Christ’Mass As Well; For We Will need the Clear Well of Mothers Water…
For That is the Way of Our Ancestors Life, With the Plants, Animals, Stones, and Our Peeps…
As the Dance of the Rattlesnake Takes us to the Transmutation of Poisons….
We must Realize the Healing Ways of Our Ancestors, to the Max, As Written On Beads and Stones…
So Pick Up your Head and Open Your Eye’s To the Oneness We Must Be’Come…..
To Continue into the Ancient Future Without Fear of Death, for We Have Been Re’Born….
And Can Do it Again If the need Be; To Become the Save’Your Of Our Planets Life….
For Our Ancestors Suffering On the Cross is Re’Born In US, “The Seventh Generation”…
We are off ‘The Cross” Re’Birthed To Be the Second Coming With Mary In Our Heart…
For We Do Not Deny Our Woman’s Path is Be’Side Us; Or Even In Front of Us Leading the Way..
To the World Peace and Healing that Our Creator Demands of US, and We Know It….
In Our Hearts, For It is Our Hearts That Are Speaking to Each Other; As One Heart United….
For Our Blessed “Tiny Tots” It is Written “Out of the Mouths of Babes and Sucklings Thou Has Perfected Praise” “All My Sayings Are in the Heart of My Mother” It is the Mother Who Hears the Child……From the Womb….The Womb of Our Creator….Who Made Us and Loves Us….We Must Serve…
Or Take a Dirt (Dust) Nap Together; For then We Certainly Will be One Death, or One Life…Or Both….
But We Have This One Moment, One Day, To Forgive the Past, Stop Speaking of the Past Death….
And Get Our Arses In Gear Together With Creativity In Unification Of the Love Of Spirit Within…
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Author: Jerry Stonehorse Strongheart…”He Who Dreams With the Stones”
It is not Up to me To send this Message To Where it Needs to Go….I will not Open it to the World, It Will be You if it is Worthy….I will only go as Far as Friends of friends.
“It’s very hard to do things in the right manner, but as long as we do things
right, we are in turn with the Great Spirit.”
–Rolling Thunder, CHEROKEE
When we are right with the Great Spirit, we are right with all things. It is
impossible to be out of harmony with anything or anybody when we are in harmony
with the Great One. So, if during the day a problem crops up and someone makes
us mad, the best thing we can do is talk to the Creator first, ask for His help,
then continue our conversation with the other person. In this way, our emotional
nature will keep aligned with our thoughts, and we will always stay right with
the Great Spirit.
Great Spirit, I
ask You to
guide me on
the Red Road
These are no longer ordinary times, and many circumstances we thought would never change, are changing. The innocent times, the good natured humor of life has been covered over with suggestive jokes empty of meaning.
The ground is shifting under our feet and we are having to learn to walk a new way. Few things are permanent. We are born of change, but we still have to keep a commonsenseattitude or we can lose our footing.
We need to prove, long before we accept something as fact, that it is true. If it is right, it can be proved.
Much is a mystery to us. But to the Tsilagi – Cherokee – silence is golden. We speak little and listen long. Words are important in songs and in ceremonies – and in general conversation as well. It is wise to save words and use them only when they can be effective.
~ Good works do not last long until they amount to something. ~
Cherokee Feast of Days Volume III~ Joyce Sequichie Hifler