pilotsimone
17th March 2011, 18:22
She came from the stars. To many tribes she came through and each knew her by a different name. With bated breath the two hunter warrior braves waited. At last, upon the crest of the hill, a young woman appeared.
Remarking upon her extraordinary beauty, the first of the warrior braves exclaimed how he would like to couple with her right there in the sun warmed prairie grass. Put aside such thoughts spoke the other brave. This is a sacred woman, a vision perhaps, certainly not one to be approached in that manner. But to his surprise the woman in the white buckskin smiled at the lusty warrior and said to him, "Come to me. You shall have what you desire."
And so the second brave was left standing alone on the prairie, watching as his brother walked off, apparently enjoying the mysterious woman in the swirling cloud of dust that for a while hid both from sight.
When the dust had settled enough to see, there was the woman, bringing slowly together the stitches of her dress. At her feet partially decomposed, lay a corpse, alive with worms, beetles and clouds of hungry flies.
Then the White Buffalo Calf Woman - who was the form in which the great spirit had come to teach the people of the plains - spoke to the other young brave, who now remained alone and said, "A man who looks first to a woman's outer beauty will never know her beauty divine, for there is dust upon his eyes and he is as good as blind, so it is also with woman who are consumed with making their outer beauty their focus. But a man who sees in a woman the spirit of the great one and who sees her beauty first in spirit and in truth, that man will know god in that woman; and should she choose to lie with him, he will share with her in enjoyment more fully than the former ever could. And all will as it should in this dream co-collective reality you find yourself in. It has enough power to break the spell that the world finds itself under.
You, when you looked upon me, were not blind to my beauty, but your first thoughts were, 'Who is she, this beautiful woman? What is it that makes her countenance glow so in the afternoon sun? What thoughts are those that dance behind her eyes? From what land does she come? With what tidings? And so my young friend, have no fear. You too shall have what you desire.
You and your friend symbolize two paths that the men of a tribe can take. If you seek first the sacred vision of the great spirit, you will see as the creator sees, and in that seeing, you will find what you need from the earth will come readily into your hands. But if you seek first to secure your earthly desires and forget the spirit, you will die inside and be as the living dead zombie existence.
In olden days, most of the men took your path; but in this age many men are now going the path of your fallen brother.
What you saw in the cloud was a sped up time. Your brother lived many years in those moments while you saw only a swirl of dust. It was not so bad for him as you might imagine. He lived a life that many in his forgetful age would even say was a 'good' one. But he was ruled ever by his passion and fleshy desires, satisfaction of the moment’s addiction. In the end, his body turned to dust, for all his thoughts were dust. He had forgotten not only the great spirit, but his own as well. He contributed nothing of meaning to me, to womankind, or to the people of the plains.
Then the hunter asked the young woman who she was. With eyes black as the midnight pools between stars, she looked steadily at him for a moment, as if her gaze alone gave obvious answer.
I am the spirit of truth, she replied at last. Your people know me as your mother of the old ones, but as you can see for yourself I am not so old as all that. I am no older then any stalk of grass waving in the wind or any prairie flower. I am the great mother who lives inside every mother, the girl who plays in every sister child. I am the face of the great spirit your people have forgotten. I have come to talk to the nations of your plains.
Excerpt from Return of the Bird Tribes (http://www.amazon.com/Return-Bird-Tribes-Ken-Carey/dp/0062501887/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1300385710&sr=8-1-spell).
Remarking upon her extraordinary beauty, the first of the warrior braves exclaimed how he would like to couple with her right there in the sun warmed prairie grass. Put aside such thoughts spoke the other brave. This is a sacred woman, a vision perhaps, certainly not one to be approached in that manner. But to his surprise the woman in the white buckskin smiled at the lusty warrior and said to him, "Come to me. You shall have what you desire."
And so the second brave was left standing alone on the prairie, watching as his brother walked off, apparently enjoying the mysterious woman in the swirling cloud of dust that for a while hid both from sight.
When the dust had settled enough to see, there was the woman, bringing slowly together the stitches of her dress. At her feet partially decomposed, lay a corpse, alive with worms, beetles and clouds of hungry flies.
Then the White Buffalo Calf Woman - who was the form in which the great spirit had come to teach the people of the plains - spoke to the other young brave, who now remained alone and said, "A man who looks first to a woman's outer beauty will never know her beauty divine, for there is dust upon his eyes and he is as good as blind, so it is also with woman who are consumed with making their outer beauty their focus. But a man who sees in a woman the spirit of the great one and who sees her beauty first in spirit and in truth, that man will know god in that woman; and should she choose to lie with him, he will share with her in enjoyment more fully than the former ever could. And all will as it should in this dream co-collective reality you find yourself in. It has enough power to break the spell that the world finds itself under.
You, when you looked upon me, were not blind to my beauty, but your first thoughts were, 'Who is she, this beautiful woman? What is it that makes her countenance glow so in the afternoon sun? What thoughts are those that dance behind her eyes? From what land does she come? With what tidings? And so my young friend, have no fear. You too shall have what you desire.
You and your friend symbolize two paths that the men of a tribe can take. If you seek first the sacred vision of the great spirit, you will see as the creator sees, and in that seeing, you will find what you need from the earth will come readily into your hands. But if you seek first to secure your earthly desires and forget the spirit, you will die inside and be as the living dead zombie existence.
In olden days, most of the men took your path; but in this age many men are now going the path of your fallen brother.
What you saw in the cloud was a sped up time. Your brother lived many years in those moments while you saw only a swirl of dust. It was not so bad for him as you might imagine. He lived a life that many in his forgetful age would even say was a 'good' one. But he was ruled ever by his passion and fleshy desires, satisfaction of the moment’s addiction. In the end, his body turned to dust, for all his thoughts were dust. He had forgotten not only the great spirit, but his own as well. He contributed nothing of meaning to me, to womankind, or to the people of the plains.
Then the hunter asked the young woman who she was. With eyes black as the midnight pools between stars, she looked steadily at him for a moment, as if her gaze alone gave obvious answer.
I am the spirit of truth, she replied at last. Your people know me as your mother of the old ones, but as you can see for yourself I am not so old as all that. I am no older then any stalk of grass waving in the wind or any prairie flower. I am the great mother who lives inside every mother, the girl who plays in every sister child. I am the face of the great spirit your people have forgotten. I have come to talk to the nations of your plains.
Excerpt from Return of the Bird Tribes (http://www.amazon.com/Return-Bird-Tribes-Ken-Carey/dp/0062501887/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1300385710&sr=8-1-spell).