Echoes of the Past - Brossura

Durling, Carolyn Rose

Brossura

ISBN 10: 149074553X ISBN 13: 9781490745534

Casa editrice: Authorhouse, 2014

Riassunto

Words spoken through the mists of time: Trust-we love with pure heart, pure intent! Truth-we seek that which cannot be seen! Soul-we touch that which cannot be felt! Bitterness-we taste that which does not pass our lips! Success-we smell that which so sweetly does it hold the senses, yet of aroma it has none! Logic-we understand the concept of life, yet do know not how! Emotions-we heal the wounds within where scars do not show, yet go deeper than most! This book is about the struggles of a proud and resilient people whose way of life was to be altered without thought for their traditions or culture as the white men infiltrated deeper and deeper into their lands. It reflects their way of life before it changed, and the effect it was to have on a nation ground down by ignorance and greed. There are many reasons for this work, and spirit laid no blame on those perpetrators; the main reason they have come forward now is the need to see our world saved from the power struggle going on between nations, and the rape of our beautiful lands. Having been taken on many journeys with them, I understand so clearly how the indomitable spirit of this culture must stay alive, this being the reason for every word channeled. "To walk in shadow of sun is natural; to walk in shadow of another man is not." A Hand Held Out "I am being shown a beautiful babbling brook. The sun is glistering on it's surface as a thousand lights dancing with joy. A hand is being held out to me. I have to trust that all will be revealed as I walk into the picture. I can smell the newness of the morning, and sweet Bird song assails my ears. My (as yet to introduce himself) friend, tells me I am being taken on a journey of learning. So I follow... I follow a voice... a hand... I listen and I wait. I spy Red Squirrel scurrying around foraging among fallen leaves for nuts. They do not notice me, for I am not really there, only in the sense of illusion. Trailing along the brook i am shown a beautiful little Pawnee child. She is playing in the water with a small dog that is yapping and running in circles around the child who is giggling and laughing at it's antics. I feel as though I am watching this on a cinema screen, and yet I am being pulled into the scene by some unknown force."

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Echoes Of The Past

By Carolyn Rose Durling

Trafford Publishing

Copyright © 2014 Carolyn Rose Durling
All rights reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-4907-4553-4

CHAPTER 1

STANDING BEAR SPEAKS

"She who waits with patience learns much. Wisdom in words, take heed! Your time to shine come through like Sun rising in dark Sky. You soon twinkle like Star, no more in the shadows, we bring light into your dark world Carolyn.

"All who read this book know truth, know you will speak truths from Indian, after all, we your ancestors we no speak with fork tongue. It is enough now, you will go forward with much love and encouragement in your work. We ask you put this in book at front so others will see no matter how hard your journey has been, no matter how much you stumble from trusting others you have passed test, and now can go forward with a pure soul and much love in heart to share with others.

"We have many pow-wows on this and Red Cloud, Two feathers, Two Rivers, Singing Dawn, Trading Bear, Shining Fox and I Standing Bear will guide you with many others to tell truths, funny stories, sad tales and much wisdom to all those who read book. This is your time Carolyn to show truth and simplicity of Indian nations. We compliment you on your faith, and knowing truth come out as it should, fork tongue always bite off more than it can chew."

To walk in the shadow of the Sun is natural, to walk in the shadow of another man is not ~ (Red Cloud)

CHIEF RAIN WATER SPEAKS

"I am Chief Rain Water, I speak one minute only. We have great respect for many on Earth plane. Some not of our culture but with love and understanding of Indians plight. So we help bring words to book so others listen and learn. Many need help in our lands today. Many go off track but most just need helping hand to respect selves. The sweat lodges were a wonderful way of cleansing and preparing the mind and body for a beautiful experience. We must regain those times. There are plenty who would welcome old traditions, old ways back. There is a shift coming for all indigenous people, we will be recognised for our own worth and many lands and old ways will be restored to us.

"This will be because of the effort and love put in by thousands like you who have many ideas and plans to retain age old customs. Those customs are truth and dignity that were stripped from many of us when white man decide he not like different colour, different cultures. He no say truth; that he was greedy and afraid. Two together like ticking time bomb - make man trigger happy. Now new things are coming to light and white man him ashamed of Ancestors. Him mighty sorry, this good for the generations to come. It not too late to right the wrongs, we trust truth and honour win through."

LONG HORN SPEAKS

Through the windows of your mind seek the truth ~ (anon)

"Come with me my Child I will take you on a journey of discovery. There are many ways in which we tell stories of my people; many tales tell of struggle to survive, many tell of simplicity and happiness. Others show how different life became when whites take over Indian way of life. Do-gooders who say we teach savages to become Christians. Well little one I ask you, how we become good Christian when it 'good Christians' that kill our women and Children, take Ponies and destroy our way of life? Does not your Bible say; "Do unto others as you would have done unto you"? I tell you those white people were the heathens, they hypocrites, and most spoke with forked tongue. When Indian give word, word sacred. When white man give word that all it is, silken lies dripping from forked tongue. Lies so easily told and to our shame so easily believed, because Indian never break word, him die of shame first.

"We took in great faith promises made to give land for all tribes to settle, lead peaceful lives again. We shook hands with Serpents of the Devil. They smile sweetly, get Chiefs to sign their worthless pieces of paper, then shoot us down like vermin. Women, Children, Elders all destroyed. Lies told; say we raise arms against them. Not true. We were beaten warriors, who for the sake of their tribes laid down our weapons and trusted 'Snake in grass'.

"Many stories written of how Indian rise against whites when treaty signed. They not tell of how they wait and ambush us as we travelled hundreds of miles, dirty, hungry, sick. No fight left in body, only fight to survive the long trek to wasteland they think they mighty good Christians to give us. Thousands die, drop like flies. We bury many in unsacred ground, ask Great Spirit take soul home to Happy Hunting Ground where Ancestors wait to greet with open arms. Many Moons we struggled to carry sick and old, to find shelter for rest when Sun too hot. So many stories have never been told of how soldiers rape our women and leave them to die, babies new born tossed to one side like they of no consequence. Old and sick abandoned - whites say they hold up travel. All time soldiers threaten with guns, kill many young Braves without cause, say they gather together to fight soldier, what with? All weapons taken from us before journey begin; all we have are strong backs. Me think soldiers scared of own shadow, me know they frightened and ashamed of what they do.

"Hearts heavy with guilt, they carry great burden within soul. Have mighty big struggle with self, but no want look soft as baby to each other. I see one young soldier go down on knees and pray when one Child very sick. He try to help the little one, he cry at her suffering. I go tell this poor soldier he better to cry for own soul as Child have whole nation to mourn her passing into spirit world. He look me in eyes and say him so sorry he had not realised how all suffer. He walk away head hung in shame, go behind rocks. We hear gunshot. Soldiers go running, all Indian stay still, we know that soldier could no longer carry burden of guilt so take own life. It balm to his soul. All Indian start to sing in honour of his sacrifice. We ask Great Spirit to take him home to own Ancestors, let spirit soar in peace. Great Spirit good! We see Eagle fly and know young man's spirit is being carried home. He is free of guilt and sin.

"Many times through our journey we see hardened soldiers cry at suffering White man has caused Indian. Many say, like young soldier they did not know, they did not understand. Many try make journey easier, some carry Children on Horse when tired, extra food given to young and old when officers not looking. We leave many dead but we know we have to carry on for sake of tribe. All warriors look like skinny rabbit, strength of body nearly gone but strength of mind and spirit keep us going. We sing songs of Ancients; we keep spirit up with hope of better times for Indian, for future generations. It long time coming but we see fire in souls of both Indian and whites alike in your world today. We happy you tell our stories. We happy that many people work together to return lands that only Great Spirit and Mother Earth have rights too, back to the ones who first trod on that virgin soil. When time finally comes when man realises how to treat his fellow man, there will be hope for all peoples. We would not have struggled in vain to keep traditions and blood line alive. The sacrifices made many Moons ago would have been to show that you can bring a nation to its knees and even bend it's will, but you can never destroy that which is so evident today, Faith.

"We very happy in the knowledge that all will come right for Indian. He will be again what he always was, free. Free to live life as the Great Spirit intended, as a peaceful and happy nation. Once more in charge of his own destiny. You see many like that young soldier now cry for the despicable way we were treated. Many whites now want to put right what their Ancestors ruined, the way of life of the true American people.

"We pray that now the truths of atrocities are known. White man will never again speak with fork tongue and all can live in peace as the Great Spirit intended."

Mirrored souls often reflect that which one does not wish to see ~ (Running Waters)

A VOICE

"Fear not my Child, for did we not promise, because of your trust in us, to bring truth and love to a wounded planet? There are many who would take the advice and wisdom from spirit and use it for their own self-praise. We have always known you were the one to collate and deliver our messages. There is little we can do for some, but a lot for others. Your destiny my Child is to deliver and teach the wisdom we impart to you. A lifetime ago we fought the white man for survival, now the whole world has to fight for its survival."

I am being taken on a journey; the Sun glows low in the Sky and a mirage appears in the shimmering heat. There is a heartbeat, a drumming, a most amazing sound reverberating in the air. Birds fly overhead gliding on thermal air. Whip-poor-will signal to their mates. A cracked and dried out ground tries to sustain life, and many tiny creatures scurry in search of food and shelter from a merciless Sun. Still the throbbing continues, it is the heart of Mother Earth trying her best to sustain life in such harsh conditions, and neither the scurrying nor the throbbing heart give up. An immense storm takes the whole plains by surprise. Great flashes of lightning appear across a cloudless Sky. Thunder claps and then a miracle occurs! Rain, pure clean torrential Rain falls as if by magic. A freak storm; no warning, but, oh so welcome. Everything comes alive as baked hard soil runs with rivulets of joy and miraculously grass appears, flowers blossom and cacti stand proud. Animals come alive; the whole panoramic view is changed in a minute from wasteland unable to sustain life, into lush green pastures teeming with life. I have been bestowed a gift of experiencing life's transformation. I feel honoured to have been part of this magical yet natural phenomenon.

Thank you my spirit friends for showing me and allowing me to share with the world, that anything is possible when we have faith.

KICKING HORSE SPEAKS

"When faced with adversity I pray. I lift my heart, my soul, my eyes to heaven and ask Great Spirit to guide me. Many times I make mistakes, many times mistakes find me and I have a choice. I can turn my back, but what have I learned? Or, I can try to right the wrong. Many lessons are taught throughout our Earthly lives, many gifts of insight and wisdom are offered to us if we listen to our inner voice.

"I have taken myself from my village, from my people and have travelled far in both body and spirit to understand why I made that mistake, and what I can learn from it. I would ride the plains of doubt, call on my Ancestors for advice and wisdom, and travel beyond time. Ancestors would gather me up in their arms and calmly explain why I made mistake. I would journey with them back into those mistakes, would see events that led to my folly. Only love and understanding would be shown. No retribution for my failings, just pride in the things I had achieved. They made me understand the reason I had faltered, for, if I had been perfect, and had nothing to learn there would be no purpose for my life on Earth plane.

"Your world make many mistakes, but instead of blaming each other they should unite and listen to wisdom of the Ancestors. For, have they not helped through the generations those who have asked for guidance? In your world today no-one accepts that they could be wrong, that they need to learn from their mistakes. When Indian make mistake he need no-one to tell him, he knows. And as I, would take himself to place of retreat until answers come. Then he return to village a happy man, because he can put right what he did wrong. It is very easy just to walk away and say, "It was their fault." BUT, it very simple to learn from that mistake and to turn round and face truth. Our very fabric of being was based on truth and integrity. Can you not as Nations make it yours?

"Could you not say," I honour my Father, my Mother, my Maker, so therefore must honour my truths?" For it is certain that many do not honour Mother Earth or the Animal Kingdom, nor do they honour life, as they throw it away so easily on battles that need not have been. Yet we are called the savages, the ignorant ones. Think on this my friends ... find your own truth."

Go with the flow, for to resist is to go against the natural way of things ~ (Singing Dawn)

THE GRANDFATHER SPEAKS

"Grandfather 'Ew–Wi-Naki' tell of time when land belong no-one, Buffalo belong no-one, Indian belong no-one, him free like Eagle in Sky. Buffalo graze on free land, all live in harmony with Mother Earth, she give freely - we receive with gratitude, we thank Mother Earth, thank Great Spirit.

"Then white man come, take land, put fence up, banish Indian, kill Buffalo, blast land open. Bang! All for gold, kill each other for greed bring disease. Kill Indian bring false promises, false God, bring White mans ways. What happen to Buffalo? They almost gone, what happen to land? Sold, built on, nearly eaten all up by greed.

"What happen to Indian? We remain, go nowhere, our numbers diminished, our language banished, but we stay! Have hope in heart, we trust in Great Spirit that harmony will return. Land of our Fathers yes! But not white man's land their Fathers in distant lands. Our Fathers buried in sacred ground, in happy hunting ground.... No man can deny this. Indian belong where seed put in ground, heart and soul grow when nourished, nurtured. Love grow from freedom in heart, teach others love not hate. I Grandfather Ew-Wi–Naki hand down stories from many generations, so story go on for ever just like Indian, to remain in heart for all time.

All Seasons come and go... not like white man ... he come ... he stay. Then Indian go! ~ (Red Fox)

SPOTTED HORSE SPEAKS

"We need to change others perception of the Indians ways! For many Moons our Children have tried and up until now we have not been able to reach them. Now we have a voice in you, and many others like you my friend. Now is the time to gather all the wisdom of the ancients together, and to show the world how powerful we were, and how we can rise again with dignity and pride. We challenge many to read our words, to look at how our lives really, were and can be again. We ask they listen to inner voice show gladness in heart, change view of Indian way of life.

"One time many, many Moons past, there lived a Child known as Velvet Sky. She one beautiful Child, goodness shine through her like Stars in Sky. She gentle, just like name. All day from tiny infant she sing, she smile like Sun, warm hearts of whole village. Her voice like morning lark, wake people with own song in heart. Come I show you day in life of Velvet Sky, how she love all things."

I can smell pine trees, and I am walking through a wood with Sun streaming through the trees and a carpet of pine needles soft beneath my feet. The air is clean and pure. I breathe deeply, and feel relaxed and at peace with my surroundings. There are butterflies in abundance dancing and playing in the sunlight. "Come hurry, let us hide from 'Two Ponies'; he will be mad he cannot find us." I hear a Child's sing song voice on the breeze. Much laughter follows as I see them running through the bracken. Two small Children a tiny girl and a small boy, are dressed in white doe skins with blue beading. They cannot see me as I am being shown a memory, a glimpse of a time long gone, so I watch, mesmerised by their beauty and innocence. "Quick 'Red Fawn', this way. Let us hide in the hollow over there." The girl's voice is low and musical, she exudes happiness. The Child Red Fawn, clasps her hand and they fall about laughing as they run towards the hollow. Once they are out of sight another Child comes into view panting and breathless. He stops and calls "Where are you? 'Velvet Sky', 'Red Fawn' come. You know we are not allowed past the big tree. Father will be mad if he knows we have disobeyed the rules." I start to wonder why those Children are only allowed to roam so far, when I hear a roar. Suddenly I can see a huge Brown Bear, he looks fierce and angry. The boy stops in his tracks. I can see him visibly shaking. The bear stands on his hind legs and sniffs. He has the scent of the Child and starts to follow his nose. As he nears the boy a strange thing happens. Velvet Sky comes forward, she has left her hiding place and then she starts to sing. The Bear turns confused. Now he has two scents, so which one will he follow? He listens to the sweet melody of the Child. She shows no fear as the Bear descends upon her. "Quick 'Two Ponies', run, go tell Father quick." Go 'Red Fawn', run!" she yells to her brother, "Don't stop until you reach the village." The brothers run like the wind to get their Father, they know when Velvet Sky talks they listen. She is one strong and determined Child. So I watch fascinated, but unable to help as I am just a spectator in a long gone story, a shadow of the past. As she continues to sing in a low sweet voice I see the Child is walking very slowly backwards. I can hear running water and the nearer I get the louder the sounds. Suddenly I am in a clearing and a beautiful waterfall comes into view. It is cascading down into a fast moving River and the Child is walking nearer and nearer to the cliff edge. I want to call out "Stop!", but know this is only an illusion, it has already happened and I can do nothing to save the Child. I watch helplessly as she lures the Bear away from the woods. The thundering of the falls overpowers the Child's voice and I watch as the bear seems to come out of his trance like state and shake himself. He is no longer mesmerised by her voice, and now sees her as his prey. With one almighty roar he starts to run towards her. The Child shows no fear and stands calmly on the edge of the falls. Then without warning the Bear lunges right at her. I am watching fascinated as if I am party to a spellbinding drama ... then the spell is broken as the Bear goes in for the kill. The Child still singing steps neatly to one side and the Bear realises, too late, he has been outsmarted by this tiny human. As he falls over the cliff into the raging waters below the Child falls to her knees and prays that the Great Spirit will receive the unfortunate Bear into his kingdom. She prays his soul will walk among the Ancestors in peace. All this she does with such purity of heart that I am sure I see the Bears spirit rise from the waters and glide towards the heavens. As this serene Child rises from prayer her Father, brothers, and others from her village run forward. "It's all right Father." says the Child "The Grandfather spoke to me and told me what I should do. I knew I was safe and I promise we will never disobey you again." The Father held his Child close and thanked the Great Spirit for saving his Children.

(Continues...)

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Dettagli dell'edizione

• Editore: Authorhouse
• Data di pubblicazione: 2014
• Lingua: Inglese
• ISBN 10: 149074553X
• ISBN 13: 9781490745534
• Rilegatura: Copertina flessibile
• Numero di pagine: 178
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