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Memories of the time past… time to be… ancients… grandfathers and grandmothers…my people know time not by the sound of bells and chimes but by passing from one strong experience to another. Vitalizers appearing; snow; rain; hail; sleet and tears; preparing the Inipi; Grandfather’s breath. Into Purification Ceremony, also known by people as Sweat Lodge. The care we take in preparation is for that which gives us new life… When the sun reaches its zenith, we begin by assembling the sacred fire… As the sun begins to set, we have all arrived to share and bond and go into Mother Earth’s womb to begin again… breathing Wakan Tanka’s breath. Together we start by purifying and sharing the Sacred Pipe. We talk about Holy Woman who brought us the seven rituals of this Sacred Pipe, the bondage of all humanity and peace upon the Mother Earth; Pte` San Wi, the ancient name of the Holy Woman, who transformed herself from a cloud and become a white bison… long ago, yet still alive today… We gather together to let that which burdens us be released… We talk of ancient stones still standing covered by moss. Long forgotten by modern man, we talk about how we can bring that back together again. The days are no longer counted. We talk about ancient ceremonies, the ghost dance and how the earth will roll up to reveal the flowering tree again… We see in our dreams and visions little spirit lights from nowhere as they whisper their secrets to our souls… We tell of those who go up on the mountains, naked with only a quilt of stars to clothe and shelter them. The Mother Earth becomes our bed, the cloud our cover; seekers of truth with no one between us but that which created us. Looking at the sun, we dance, piercing our flesh, praying for our sisters, who give life in pain. Tears streaming down our cheeks so generations to come might live, we come to know the grandfather who hears all… and our mother who hears all… the children among us free to laugh and run without the sound of anger and limit… When the song is done, we rise with the sun to enter the womb once again. We emerge knowing that we are returning to our lives with a vision… of ourselves
Posted on: Tue, 09 Jul 2013 17:34:51 +0000

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