The Beginning of Peace

There was a time when the buffalo herds were as thick as the grass.

The buffalo traveled like a black wave across the prairie
floor. The thunder of their feet as they passed shook the ground and all that lived on this Mother Earth.

It was as if the
heavens had come speaking with the voice of the thunder beings.
In those times the people were strong our babies fat and healthy. There was no hunger that starved the people in the winter time.

The Wahshichu had not brought the sickness that wasted our people from many to a few. The waters and the air were pure and good to drink and breath.

All was in a good way on the Mother Earth her children were walking softly and with
respect.
For thousands of years the people lived in harmony and peace with each other. We brought no wars of destruction here on Turtle Island.

We did not destroy the delicate balance of the animals and plants.

 We took only what we needed and did not
waste in greed.

 Our people prayed to Wakan Tanka, the Great Mystery, for all things, life was sacred.

The time of the four great horse's is here. The one that wears the markings has arrived from Creator with a message.
The heat has changed the Earth's seasons and thrown out all reason.

 There are people who are starving with no crops to feed them, their bodies waste and die in the heat of the parched land.
Fear holds all captive, greed controls the ones who are responsible for the welfare of the people. The great leaders have forgotten their purpose in life, and the reason we are all here.
Brother fights against brother many of the same race fighting against each other in a battle without honor. Our eyes have closed to the faces of the hungry and the sick ones.

The old ones have left the council fire, and no longer share the words that
come before all things. Their words locked away in silent places, awaiting death to claim them.
Destruction lays in the sacred land, the hooded ones fill the gourd with the ashes of past wisdom.

The Eagle rises from the ashes and soars across the land to the valley where the great serpent lives. For many years the serpent has held the egg of the Eagle in its mouth. . The snake will be taken up in the talons of the Eagle. The egg it holds in its mouth will be returned to Creator.

Great Mystery awaits for the time of peace to come again.

When all is in silence the gourd of ashes will be spilled onto the Earth Mother, life will be reborn. The people who come home from the hills and hiding places will reclaim the care taking of the land.

From the ashes of the Earth and the egg of the Eagle will come a generation
that will bring the peace into forever.    

 ~author unknown ~

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