The Ya-Native Podcast

In this episode, we delve into the Great Plains legend of "The First Fire." Discover how the trickster Iktomi and other animals collaborated to bring fire to the people, facing numerous challenges along the way. This story highlights themes of ingenuity, cooperation, and the significance of fire in Native American culture.For more details, visit the full story.Do you have any suggestions?Support the showThank you for your continuing support. This Podcast is another tool for the Ya-Native Network, This may be the last stage to share our ideas openly.Podcasting and videos are certainly outside my comfort zone, but it's a necessary means to help find a voice for those of us who can not be heard.

Explore the intriguing Northwest Coast legend of Boqs, a supernatural being who embodies both fear and reverence. Discover how Boqs interacts with the Haida people, teaching lessons about respect, bravery, and the balance between humanity and nature. This tale delves into the cultural significance of Boqs and the enduring impact of this mysterious figure on the Haida way of life.For more details, visit the full story.Do you have any suggestions?Support the showThank you for your continuing support. This Podcast is another tool for the Ya-Native Network, This may be the last stage to share our ideas openly.Podcasting and videos are certainly outside my comfort zone, but it's a necessary means to help find a voice for those of us who can not be heard.

Join us as we delve into the captivating Apache creation legend. Discover how the world transformed from darkness to light, and how a courageous boy named Apache, with guidance from the Great Spirit, battled a fearsome dragon to protect his people. This story is a testament to bravery, wisdom, and the origins of the Apache tribe.For more details, visit the full story.Do you have any suggestions?Support the showThank you for your continuing support. This Podcast is another tool for the Ya-Native Network, This may be the last stage to share our ideas openly.Podcasting and videos are certainly outside my comfort zone, but it's a necessary means to help find a voice for those of us who can not be heard.

In this episode, we explore the Shoshone creation legend. Discover how Coyote, a key figure in Shoshone mythology, encounters mysterious women, survives trials, and ultimately plays a pivotal role in the birth of the Shoshone people. Join us for an engaging journey through this ancient tale that highlights themes of cunning, survival, and the origins of a proud tribe.For more details, visit the full story.Do you have any suggestions?Support the showThank you for your continuing support. This Podcast is another tool for the Ya-Native Network, This may be the last stage to share our ideas openly.Podcasting and videos are certainly outside my comfort zone, but it's a necessary means to help find a voice for those of us who can not be heard.

In this episode, we explore the fascinating Southwestern legend of "The Emergence." Follow the journey of the first people as they ascend through four different worlds, guided by the Great Spirit. Learn how they overcame challenges and finally reached the surface, where they divided into groups and set out on unique paths. This tale highlights themes of perseverance, guidance, and the significance of the journey.For more details, visit the full story.4oDo you have any suggestions?Support the showThank you for your continuing support. This Podcast is another tool for the Ya-Native Network, This may be the last stage to share our ideas openly.Podcasting and videos are certainly outside my comfort zone, but it's a necessary means to help find a voice for those of us who can not be heard.

In this episode, we delve into the Abenaki legend about the importance of dreaming. Learn how the Great Spirit's dreams led to the creation of the world and its creatures, teaching us that dreams hold profound meaning and guide our understanding of life. This story emphasizes the significance of respecting and valuing our dreams.For more details, visit the full story.Do you have any suggestions?Support the showThank you for your continuing support. This Podcast is another tool for the Ya-Native Network, This may be the last stage to share our ideas openly.Podcasting and videos are certainly outside my comfort zone, but it's a necessary means to help find a voice for those of us who can not be heard.

Join us as we explore the sacred legend of the Chanunpa, the sacred pipe of the Lakota people. Learn how White Buffalo Woman brought the Chanunpa and taught its profound spiritual significance, emphasizing unity, respect, and the deep connection between the earth and the sky. Discover how this sacred pipe continues to be a cornerstone of Lakota spirituality and tradition.For more details, visit the full story.Do you have any suggestions?Support the showThank you for your continuing support. This Podcast is another tool for the Ya-Native Network, This may be the last stage to share our ideas openly.Podcasting and videos are certainly outside my comfort zone, but it's a necessary means to help find a voice for those of us who can not be heard.

The Cherokee legend of the Little People describes small, spiritual beings living in rock caves. They are kind-hearted and enjoy music, but do not like to be disturbed. There are three types: the mischievous Laurel People, the vengeful Rock People, and the benevolent Dogwood People. Each group teaches lessons about respect, joy, and selfless help. The legend includes a story about a boy, Forever Boy, who joins the Little People to avoid growing up, symbolizing eternal youth and playfulness.For more details, visit the full story.Do you have any suggestions?Support the showThank you for your continuing support. This Podcast is another tool for the Ya-Native Network, This may be the last stage to share our ideas openly.Podcasting and videos are certainly outside my comfort zone, but it's a necessary means to help find a voice for those of us who can not be heard.

The story of Hiawatha on Ya-Native.com describes his role in the formation of the Iroquois Confederacy. Hiawatha, a leader among the Onondaga, suffered great personal loss and found guidance in the Peacemaker, Deganawida. Together, they traveled to various Iroquois nations, spreading the message of unity, peace, and democracy. Hiawatha's efforts led to the creation of the Great Law of Peace, which united the Mohawk, Oneida, Onondaga, Cayuga, and Seneca nations into a powerful alliance known as the Haudenosaunee, or the Iroquois Confederacy.For more details, you can visit the Ya-Native page on Hiawatha.Do you have any suggestions?Support the showThank you for your continuing support. This Podcast is another tool for the Ya-Native Network, This may be the last stage to share our ideas openly.Podcasting and videos are certainly outside my comfort zone, but it's a necessary means to help find a voice for those of us who can not be heard.

Here's a short Legend that may interest you.The Chelan Indians' legend describes how the Creator made the world, animals, and birds. He promised to return and create humans, but delayed due to the animals' complaints. The Beaver was cleansed in water and later divided into twelve parts by Youngest Wolf Brother, forming different tribes. The story also explains how these tribes learned essential survival skills from the Creator's rock paintings at Lake Chelan.For more details, visit the full story here.Do you have any suggestions?Support the showThank you for your continuing support. This Podcast is another tool for the Ya-Native Network, This may be the last stage to share our ideas openly.Podcasting and videos are certainly outside my comfort zone, but it's a necessary means to help find a voice for those of us who can not be heard.

This his how ceremonies started among us for the curing of sick people. Long, long ago, the earth was made. Then the One Who Made the Earth also planned for each person to have a piece of land that he could live on and call his own.Do you have any suggestions?Support the showThank you for your continuing support. This Podcast is another tool for the Ya-Native Network, This may be the last stage to share our ideas openly.Podcasting and videos are certainly outside my comfort zone, but it's a necessary means to help find a voice for those of us who can not be heard.

Originally, the prophecies were given by eight prophets in seven different time periods. According to oral tradition, all Algonquian nations located in the Wabanaki heard the first prophet. The remaining seven prophets appeared before and were recorded by the Anishinaabeg. A prophecy of each of these seven periods were then called a “fire”. The teachings of the Seven fires prophecy also state that when the world has been befouled and the waters turned bitter by disrespect, human beings will have two options to chose from, materialism or spirituality. If they chose spirituality, they will survive, but if they chose materialism, it will be the end of it.Do you have any suggestions?Support the showThank you for your continuing support. This Podcast is another tool for the Ya-Native Network, This may be the last stage to share our ideas openly.Podcasting and videos are certainly outside my comfort zone, but it's a necessary means to help find a voice for those of us who can not be heard.

Lacrosse was a gift to us from the Creator, to be played for his enjoyment and as a medicine game for healing the people. The Haudenosaunee people know that all creatures, no matter how big or small, are significant and have a contribution to make to the overall cycle of life. Long ago we were told the following story about a great ball game that took place between the four-legged animals and the winged birds…The captains for the four-legged animals were: The Bear – whose weight overpowers all opposition, The Deer – whose speed and agility to stop and go made him invaluable to the team, and The Great Turtle – who could withstand the most powerful blows and still be able to advance towards the opposition.The captains for the winged birds were: The Owl – who excelled in the ability to keep his eye on the ball, no matter what position or direction the ball may be traveling. The Hawk and Eagle – both excel in quick, swift movements. These three represented all the winged animals.... read more by following the link ... Do you have any suggestions?Support the showThank you for your continuing support. This Podcast is another tool for the Ya-Native Network, This may be the last stage to share our ideas openly.Podcasting and videos are certainly outside my comfort zone, but it's a necessary means to help find a voice for those of us who can not be heard.

Once upon a time, before the white men drove them away to Oklahoma, the Pawnee Indians lived in Nebraska, where their sworn enemies were the Sioux. There they lived all the time in villages, where they were skilled farmers and potters.In one of the Pawnee villages lived a poor woman with her grandson Ku-suk-seia, which means 'left-hand'. She was a helpful old soul, and the boy was pleasant and friendly. Yet the two of them were not well thought of in the village, for while there was no shame in being poor, there was no glory either. And they had practically nothing: no horses, no cattle, nothing worth mentioning at all. Their clothes were clean enough, but much patched. When Ku-suk-seia's father had died in a hunting accident, he had no fine head-dresses to leave to his son. Even their tent was small and badly placed, and when Hotoru the storm spirit swept over the prairie the modest shelter shivered on it's poles as if it might collapse at any moment.As soon as the bison began to move in the autumn, the Pawnees went hunting. For the northern winter would be long and bitter, and before it came they must have enough dried fish, pemmican and bison skins to see them safely through till spring.... read more by following the link ... Do you have any suggestions?Support the showThank you for your continuing support. This Podcast is another tool for the Ya-Native Network, This may be the last stage to share our ideas openly.Podcasting and videos are certainly outside my comfort zone, but it's a necessary means to help find a voice for those of us who can not be heard.

Once many generations ago, the people had drums, gourd rattles, and bull-rorers, but no flutes. At that long-ago time, a young man went out to hunt. Meat was scarce, and the people in his camp were hungry. He found the tracks of an elk and followed them for a long time. The elk, wise and swift, is the one who owns the love charm. If a man possesses Elk Medicine, the girl he likes can't help sleeping with him. This young man I'm talking about had no Elk Medicine.After many hours he finally sighted his game. He was skilled with bow and arrows, and had a fine new bow and quiver full of arrows. Yet the elk always managed to stay just out of range, leading him on and on. The young man was so intent on following his prey that he hardly noticed where he went.When night came, he found himself deep inside a thick forest. The tracks had disappeared and so had the elk, and there was no moon. He realized that he was lost and that it was too dark to find his way out. Luckily, he came upon a stream with cool, clear water. And he had been careful enough to bring a hide bag of wasna, dried meat pounded with berries and kidney fat, strong food that will keep a man going for a few days. After he had drunk and eaten, he rolled himself into his fur robe, propped his back against a tree, and tried to rest. But he couldn't sleep, the forest was full of strange noises: the cries of night animals, the hooting owls, and the groaning of trees in the wind. It was as if he heard these sound for the first time.... Follow the link to read more ... Do you have any suggestions?Support the showThank you for your continuing support. This Podcast is another tool for the Ya-Native Network, This may be the last stage to share our ideas openly.Podcasting and videos are certainly outside my comfort zone, but it's a necessary means to help find a voice for those of us who can not be heard.

Animals, elements, the solar system, and natural phenomena are revered by the Apaches. That which is beyond their understanding is always ascribed to the supernatural.In the beginning nothing existed--no earth, no sky, no sun, no moon, only darkness was everywhere.Suddenly from the darkness emerged a thin disc, one side yellow and the other side white, appearing suspended in midair. Within the disc sat a small bearded man, Creator, the One Who Lives Above. As if waking from a long nap, he rubbed his eyes and face with both hands.When he looked into the endless darkness, light appeared above. He looked down and it became a sea of light. To the east, he created yellow streaks of dawn. To the west, tints of many colors appeared everywhere. There were also clouds of different colors.... Read more by clicking the link ... Do you have any suggestions?Support the showThank you for your continuing support. This Podcast is another tool for the Ya-Native Network, This may be the last stage to share our ideas openly.Podcasting and videos are certainly outside my comfort zone, but it's a necessary means to help find a voice for those of us who can not be heard.

A Great Flood had occurred upon Earth long, long ago. While Earth was still covered with water, there were no living creatures upon the land. Then out of the sky one day glided an enormous Eagle with a black Crow riding upon its back, searching for a place to light.Around and around Eagle flew until he discovered a projecting tree stump, or what appeared to be a stump, upon which he landed to rest. There was a home at last upon the flat surface, which was amply large enough for Eagle and Crow to roost upon. From here, they surveyed the greenish gray water as far as they could see. The sky was a gorgeous bright blue with a few white drifting clouds, occasionally swirled by a passing breeze. All seemed serene to Eagle and Crow.Small fish were visible below the water, sometimes leaping out of the sea playfully. Hunger caused Eagle and Crow to swoop down, catching a meal for themselves from time to time. Soon a game developed between the two birds to see which one would be the winner in the fish-catching contest. Upon their return to the stump, however, they always shared the reward. Because of Eagle's great size and wingspan, he soared to great heights and surveyed widely, as the two birds often flew in opposite directions exploring for land. But no land did they find. No other flying creatures did they see. But they always returned to their home base on the tree stump. Between them, they wondered "How can we possibly think of a way to make land?""We know we cannot dive deep enough to find dirt, and the fish are of no help except to provide food."... click to read more ...Do you have any suggestions?Support the showThank you for your continuing support. This Podcast is another tool for the Ya-Native Network, This may be the last stage to share our ideas openly.Podcasting and videos are certainly outside my comfort zone, but it's a necessary means to help find a voice for those of us who can not be heard.

Out of the plains of Wyoming rises Devil's Tower. It is really a rock, visible for a hundred miles around, an immense cone of basalt which seems to touch the clouds. It sticks out of the flat prairie as if someone had pushed it up from underground.Of course, Devil's Tower is a white man's name. We have no devil in our beliefs and got along well all these many centuries without him. You people invented the devil and, as far as I am concerned, you can keep him. But everybody these days knows that towering rock by this name, so Devil's Tower it is. No use telling you it's Indian name. Most tribes call it Bear Rock. There is a reason for that--if you see it, you will notice on it's sheer sides many, many streaks and gashes running straight up and down, like scratches made by giant claws.Well, long, long ago, two young Indian boys found themselves lost in the prairie. You know how it is. They had played shinny ball and whacked it a few hundred yards out of the village. And then they had shot their bows still farther out into the sagebrush. And then they had heard a small animal make a noise and had gone to investigate. They had come to a stream with many colorful pebbles and followed that for a while. They had come to a hill and wanted to see what was on the other side. On the other side they saw a herd of antelope and, of course, had to track them for a while. When they got hungry and thought it was time to go home, the two boys found that they didn't know where they were. They started off in the direction where they thought their village was, but only got farther and farther away from it. At last they curled up beneath a tree and went to sleep.They got up the next morning and walked some more, still headed the wrong way. They ate some wild berries and dug up wild turnips, found some chokecherries, and drank water from streams. For three days they walked toward the west. They were footsore, but they survived. oh how they wished that their parents, or aunts and uncles, or elder brothers and sisters would find them. But nobody did.On the fourth day the boys suddenly had a feeling that they were being followed. They looked around and in the distance saw Mato, the bear. This was no ordinary bear, but a giant grizzly so huge that the boys would make only a small mouthful for him, but he had smelled the boys and wanted that mouthful. He kept coming close, and the earth trembled as he gathered speed.The boys started running, looking for a place to hide, but here was no such place and the grizzly was much, much faster than they. They stumbled, and the bear was almost upon them. They could see his red, wide-open jaws full of enormous, wicked teeth. They could smell his hot evil breath.The boys were old enough to have learned to pray, and the called upon Wakan Tanka, the Creator: "Tunkashila, Grandfather, have pity, save us."All at once the earth shook and began to rise. The boys rose with it. Out of the earth came a cone of rock going up, up up until it more than a thousand feet high. And the boys were on top of it.Mato the bear was disappointed to see his meal disappearing into the clouds. Have I said he was a giant bear? This grizzly was so huge that he could almost reach to the top of the rock when he stood on his hind legs. Almost, but not quite. His claws were as large as a tipi's lodge poles. Frantically Mato dug his Do you have any suggestions?Support the showThank you for your continuing support. This Podcast is another tool for the Ya-Native Network, This may be the last stage to share our ideas openly.Podcasting and videos are certainly outside my comfort zone, but it's a necessary means to help find a voice for those of us who can not be heard.

At the beginning, when the Earth was fresh and new, the Great Spirit, sent down His Raven to enjoy this new creation. As Raven soared down from cloud to cloud he began to take the color of the snow crystals that touched his wings, each crystal being different, like the creation on the earth. The Great Spirit told him, you will be like the snow flakes you have gathered on your wings, a part of everything new, everything that I have created. You will be for all people. As White Raven soared in the clouds the cool air rushed under his wings, he was singing and shouting songs of praise to his Creator.One day he wanted to touch and feel the ground and taste the earth below. He wanted someone to keep him company, but he knew when he landed he would soil his feathers having to settle on the ground below. So the Great Spirit, wishing to please this special one, created a special spirit mate for White Raven, a White Buffalo where he could land and rest. Now there were many of these new Buffalo but only one as white as the snow. They moved about and covered many lands. White Raven found his spirit mate, the White Buffalo below and would ride on his back, resting and smelling the sweetness of earth, making many pleasant sounds in thanks for his new home. Now he could help White Buffalo and his brothers and sisters find good places to roam for food.Every day White Raven would fly high into the air soaring around, spotting fine places of grass for his brother. When he would look down, he could see White Buffalo as bright as the mornings sun among the others earth colored ones. White Buffalo could be found easily and then led to the good eating places. He would sing to the White Buffalo, "Come here, come here, come here, the grass is good, good, good, then laugh". They would fly, and run, and play, and eat, and enjoy all that was given to them.Then came a time when the Great Spirit put new creatures on the Earth. They were called humans and walked on two legs. The humans were the color of the earth, the place where they came from, and were very smart. They would sing and make fires to The Creator in thanks for their life and the beauty He had given them. But the human became very hungry and asked the Great Spirit what they should do. The Great Spirit pointed them to the White Raven and told them, "I gave to the White Raven the White Buffalo, so he could guide him to places where his brothers and sisters could eat the good grasses. Now I will give you any buffalo except the White one, to fill your lodges and stomachs and keep you warm so you and your families will never go hungry and never be cold. But remember without the White Buffalo it will be hard to see the others and hunt because they are like you, the color of the Earth.The humans did what they were told, and after a hunt would first thank the Great Spirit, then the buffalo for his spirit, food and skin for warmth and protection. All things were very happy and gave thanks every day...Do you have any suggestions?Support the showThank you for your continuing support. This Podcast is another tool for the Ya-Native Network, This may be the last stage to share our ideas openly.Podcasting and videos are certainly outside my comfort zone, but it's a necessary means to help find a voice for those of us who can not be heard.

My grandfather is the fire My grandmother is the windThe Earth is my mother The Great Spirit is my father The World stopped at my birth and laid itself at my feet and I shall swallow the Earth whole when I die and the Earth and I will be one Hail The Great Spirit, my father without him no one could exist because there would be no will to live. Hail The Earth, my mother without which no food could be grown and so cause the will to live to starve. Hail the wind, my grandmother for she brings loving, lifegiving rain nourishing us as she nourishes our crops. Hail the fire, my grandfather for the light, the warmth, the comfort he brings without which we be animals, not men. Hail my parent and grandparents without which not I, nor you, nor anyone else could have existed.Life gives life which gives unto itself a promise of new lifeHail the Great Spirit, The Earth, the wind, the fire praise my parents loudly for they are your parents, too. Oh, Great Spirit, giver of my life please accept this humble offering of prayer this offering of praise this honest reverence of my love for you.Do you have any suggestions?Support the showThank you for your continuing support. This Podcast is another tool for the Ya-Native Network, This may be the last stage to share our ideas openly.Podcasting and videos are certainly outside my comfort zone, but it's a necessary means to help find a voice for those of us who can not be heard.

O Great Spirit of our Ancestors, I raise my pipe to you. To your messengers the four winds, and to Mother Earth who provides for your children. Give us the wisdom to teach our children to love, to respect, and to be kind to each other so that they may grow with peace in mind. Let us learn to share all the good things you provide for us on this Earth.Do you have any suggestions?Support the showThank you for your continuing support. This Podcast is another tool for the Ya-Native Network, This may be the last stage to share our ideas openly.Podcasting and videos are certainly outside my comfort zone, but it's a necessary means to help find a voice for those of us who can not be heard.

Great Spirit of us all you have made my body strong. Please fill me with your wisdom, so I'll know right from wrong.Let me see myself as others also see me, so I'll know if my character agrees with how you say it should be.Let me be slow to anger yet so quickly to forgive. Grant me patience oh Great Spirit, so happier my life I can live.Teach me fairness so honor I can bring to you, with fairness you will judge my life when my days are finally through.When war must be waged give us the strength and courage of the bear.The cunning and endurance of the Wolf, so we can push our enemies back to their lair.Do you have any suggestions?Support the showThank you for your continuing support. This Podcast is another tool for the Ya-Native Network, This may be the last stage to share our ideas openly.Podcasting and videos are certainly outside my comfort zone, but it's a necessary means to help find a voice for those of us who can not be heard.

O Great Creator,I come before you in a humble mannerand offer you this sacred pipe.With tears in my eyes and an ancient song from my heartI pray.To the four powers of Creation,To the Grandfather Sun,To the Grandmother Moon,To the Mother Earth,And to my ancestors.I pray for my relations in Nature,All those who walk, crawl, fly, and swim,Seen and unseen,To the good spirits that exist in every part of Creation.I ask that you bless our elders and children, families, and friends,And the brothers and sisters who are in prison.I pray for the ones who are sick on drugs and alcoholAnd for those who are now homeless and forlorn.I also pray for peace among the four races of humankind.May there be good health and healing for this Earth,May there be Beauty above me,May there be Beauty below me,May there be Beauty in me,May there be Beauty all around me.I ask that this world be filled with Peace, Love, and Beauty.Do you have any suggestions?Support the showThank you for your continuing support. This Podcast is another tool for the Ya-Native Network, This may be the last stage to share our ideas openly.Podcasting and videos are certainly outside my comfort zone, but it's a necessary means to help find a voice for those of us who can not be heard.

I am what I am.In having faith in the beauty within me, I develop trust.In softness I have strength.In silence I walk the higher realms.In peace I understand myself and the world.In conflict I stay calm, cool, collectedIn detachment I am free.In respecting all living things, I respect myself.In dedication I honour the courage within me.In eternity I have compassion for the nature of all things.In love I unconditionally accept the evolution of others.In freedom I have power.In my individuality, I express the God-Force within me.In service I give of what I have become.I am what I am:Eternal, immortal, universal, and infinite.Do you have any suggestions?Support the showThank you for your continuing support. This Podcast is another tool for the Ya-Native Network, This may be the last stage to share our ideas openly.Podcasting and videos are certainly outside my comfort zone, but it's a necessary means to help find a voice for those of us who can not be heard.

"Aho Mitakuye Oyasin….All my relations. I honor you in this circle of life with me today. I am grateful for this opportunity to acknowledge you in this prayer….To the Creator, for the ultimated gift of life, I thank you.To the mineral nation that has built and maintained my bones and all foundations of life experience, I thank you.To the plant nation that sustains my organs and body and givesme healing herbs for sickness, I thank you.To the animal nation that feeds me from your own flesh and offers your loyal companionship in this walk of life, I thank you.To the human nation that shares my path as a soul upon the sacred wheel of Earthly life, I thank you.To the Spirit nation that guides me invisibly through the ups and downs of life and for carrying the torch of light through the Ages, I thank you.To the Four Winds of Change and Growth, I thank you.You are all my relations, my relatives, without whom I would not live. We are in the circle of life together, co-existing, co-dependent, co-creating our destiny. One, not more important than the other. One nation evolving from the other and yet each dependent upon the one above and the one below. All of us a part of the Great Mystery.Thank you for this Life."Do you have any suggestions?Support the showThank you for your continuing support. This Podcast is another tool for the Ya-Native Network, This may be the last stage to share our ideas openly.Podcasting and videos are certainly outside my comfort zone, but it's a necessary means to help find a voice for those of us who can not be heard.

May the sun bring you new energy by day,may the moon softly restore you by night,may the rain wash away your worries,may the breeze blow new strength into your being,may you walk gently through the world andknow it's beauty all the days of your life.Do you have any suggestions?Support the showThank you for your continuing support. This Podcast is another tool for the Ya-Native Network, This may be the last stage to share our ideas openly.Podcasting and videos are certainly outside my comfort zone, but it's a necessary means to help find a voice for those of us who can not be heard.

As I walk, as I walkThe universe is walking with meIn beauty it walks before meIn beauty it walks behind meIn beauty it walks below meIn beauty it walks above meBeauty is on every sideAs I walk, I walk with Beauty.Do you have any suggestions?Support the showThank you for your continuing support. This Podcast is another tool for the Ya-Native Network, This may be the last stage to share our ideas openly.Podcasting and videos are certainly outside my comfort zone, but it's a necessary means to help find a voice for those of us who can not be heard.

Let us know peace.For as long as the moon shall rise,For as long as the rivers shall flow,For as long as the sun shall shine,For as long as the grass shall grow,Let us know peace. Do you have any suggestions?Support the showThank you for your continuing support. This Podcast is another tool for the Ya-Native Network, This may be the last stage to share our ideas openly.Podcasting and videos are certainly outside my comfort zone, but it's a necessary means to help find a voice for those of us who can not be heard.

Children are gifts of the Creator and of ourselves. By raising them to the best of our ability, we are reciprocating that gift and showing our thankfulness for life and for the blessings of the Great Spirit. This requires much time, love, forgiveness, and understanding on the part of the parents and grandparents-- but the rewards for the child (and for the community as a whole) are immeasurable.Also, it is not enough to raise your own children and grandchildren. You should bestow what you can to all children of the earth.It is strictly believed and understood by the Sioux that a child is the greatest gift from Wakan Tanka in response to many devout prayers, sacrifices, and promises. Therefore the child is considered "sent by Wakan Tanka" through some element--namely the element of human nature. Do you have any suggestions?Support the showThank you for your continuing support. This Podcast is another tool for the Ya-Native Network, This may be the last stage to share our ideas openly.Podcasting and videos are certainly outside my comfort zone, but it's a necessary means to help find a voice for those of us who can not be heard.

Everything the Power of the World does is done in a circle. The sky is round, and I have heard that the earth is round like a ball and so are all the stars. The wind, in its greatest power, whirls. Birds make their nests in circles, for theirs is the same religion as ours. The sun comes forth and goes down again in a circle. The moon does the same, and both are round. Even the seasons form a great circle in their changing and always come back where they were. The life of a man is a circle from childhood to childhood, and so it is in everything where power moves.Do you have any suggestions?Support the showThank you for your continuing support. This Podcast is another tool for the Ya-Native Network, This may be the last stage to share our ideas openly.Podcasting and videos are certainly outside my comfort zone, but it's a necessary means to help find a voice for those of us who can not be heard.

Whenever you dance, wherever you dance, dance to heal the earth!Dancing is power. Dancing is prayer. Some say that all is dance. Maybe. Now there's a big dance coming, a dance to heal the earth. If you're reading this, you're probably part of it. You take part whenever you do whatever you do to help heal the earth. When you recycle. When you choose to show love, to fight for justice, to bring healing, to bring out what is good in others. When you avoid cruelty and dishonesty and waste. When you are outraged. When you speak out. When you give. When you consider the generations to come. When you protest to the oppressors and encourage those who feel the cutting edge of injustice. And, of course, when you dance. There is a tree that all the prophets see, and whenever you let your love show, you make the flowers grow.Soon this dance will be done in a big way, in the old way, on sacred ground. All living things will take part. If you want to, you can take part. No one is twisting your arm. You can stop any time you need to, and start up again whenever you're ready. If you've read this far, you probably know what I'm talking about. You've probably been doing it in one way or another for a good while. Soon will be the time to make no bones about it! Cut loose!Anytime you dance, anywhere, whether at a party or in church, dance to heal the earth! Let your feet beat a healing rhythm into the earth. Let your feet beat a strengthening rhythm for those who struggle the hardest. Let your feet beat a life-giving rhythm for all peoples, regardless of race or national boundary, regardless of whether we're human or whether we're the trees, the air, the fish, the birds, the buffalo, the bear, the crow. We come out of hiding, we come back from the dead, and we dance, and our dance is a prayer, and our songs and our rhythms and our breath give life.Is the music they're playing some mindless jingle? Never mind, as long as it's not bad music, and you can dance to the beat! Make your own words, and make the words a prayer. A prayer for the end of exploitation, a prayer for the end of lies, a prayer for healing, for justice, for life. Remember your prayer-song, feed it and let it get strong and pass it along. Dance and pray, whenever you dance, dance to heal the earth.Have you seen anything? Wear it out! Make it so that all can see what you see! Take a white T-shirt and mark it with your dreams. Is there anything you'd like to tell the world? Take your shirt and mark it with your song! This is the way it has been done, so you can do it too. Use any color except black (there are reasons for that that will become clearer later), and you'll probably find that a loose, pure cotton T is most comfortable for dancing in. Because this is an actual dance, you dance hard, you sing and breathe hard and sweat. Wear it when you plan to go out dancing, to dance to heal the earth.Some people do this dance while fasting, and dance for several days straight. But even a few minutes of dancing helps, and joins with all the other dancing going on, everywhere on Earth. Not everyone can fast these days. Besides, you never know when you're gonna dance, and you have to eat sometimes! But if you plan to dance, hold off eating till later, or just have a little. It's easier to dance if you don't have a hotdog weighing you down.Some people say, do not do sacred things where people are drinking and partying.Do you have any suggestions?Support the showThank you for your continuing support. This Podcast is another tool for the Ya-Native Network, This may be the last stage to share our ideas openly.Podcasting and videos are certainly outside my comfort zone, but it's a necessary means to help find a voice for those of us who can not be heard.

Great Creator, I come before you in a humble manner and offer you this sacred pipe. With tears in my eyes and an ancient song from my heart I pray. To the four powers of Creation, To the Grandfather Sun, To the Grandmother Moon, To the Mother Earth, And to my ancestors. I pray for my relations in Nature, All those who walk, crawl, fly, and swim, Seen and unseen, To the good spirits that exist in every part of Creation. I ask that you bless our elders and children, families, and friends, and the brothers and sisters who are in prison. I pray for the ones who are sick on drugs and alcohol and for those who are now homeless and forlorn. I also pray for peace among the four races of humankind.May there be good health and healing for this Earth,May there be Beauty above me, May there be Beauty below me,May there be Beauty in me, May there be Beauty all around me.I ask that this world be filled with Peace, Love, and Beauty.Do you have any suggestions?Support the showThank you for your continuing support. This Podcast is another tool for the Ya-Native Network, This may be the last stage to share our ideas openly.Podcasting and videos are certainly outside my comfort zone, but it's a necessary means to help find a voice for those of us who can not be heard.

Grandfather, Great Spirit, once more behold me on earth and lean to hear my feeble voice. You lived first, and you are older than all need, older than all prayer. All things belong to you -- the two-legged, the four-legged, the wings of the air, and all green things that live. You have set the powers of the four quarters of the earth to cross each other. You have made me cross the good road and road of difficulties, and where they cross, the place is holy. Day in, day out, forevermore, you are the life of things. Hey! Lean to hear my feeble voice.At the center of the sacred hoop you have said that I should make the tree to bloom. With tears running, O Great Spirit, my Grandfather, with running eyes I must say the tree has never bloomed. Here I stand, and the tree is withered. Again, I recall the great vision you gave me. It may be that some little root of the sacred tree still lives. Nourish it then that it may leaf and bloom and fill with singing birds! Hear me, that the people may once again find the good road and the shielding tree. Do you have any suggestions?Support the showThank you for your continuing support. This Podcast is another tool for the Ya-Native Network, This may be the last stage to share our ideas openly.Podcasting and videos are certainly outside my comfort zone, but it's a necessary means to help find a voice for those of us who can not be heard.

It is true that many of the old ways have been lost. But just as the rains restore the earth after a drought, so the power of the Great Mystery will restore the way and give it new life. We ask that this happen not just for the Red People, but for all people, that they all might live. In ignorance and carelessness they have walked on Ina Maka, Our Mother. They did not understand that they are part of all beings, the Four-legged, the Winged, Grandfather Rock, the Tree People, and our Star Brothers. Now our Mother and all our Relations are crying out. They cry for the help of all people.Do you have any suggestions?Support the showThank you for your continuing support. This Podcast is another tool for the Ya-Native Network, This may be the last stage to share our ideas openly.Podcasting and videos are certainly outside my comfort zone, but it's a necessary means to help find a voice for those of us who can not be heard.

"Great Spirit and all unseen, this day we pray and ask You for guidance, humbly we ask You to help us and fellow men to have recourse to peaceful ways of life, because of uncontrolled deceitfulness by human- kind. Help us all to love, not hate one another.We ask you to be seen in an image of Love and Peace. Let us be seen in beauty, the colors of the rainbow. We respect our Mother, the planet, with our loving care, for from Her breast we receive our nourishment.Let us not listen to the voices of the two-hearted, the destroyers of mind, the haters and self-made leaders, whose lusts for power and wealth will lead us into confusion and darkness.Seek visions always of world beauty, not violence nor battlefields.It is our duty to pray always for harmony between man and earth, so that the earth will bloom once more. Let us show our emblem of love and goodwill for all life and land.Pray for the House of Glass, for within it are minds clear and pure as ice and mountain streams. Pray for the great leaders of nations in the House of Mica who in their own quiet ways help the earth in balance.We pray the Great Spirit that one day our Mother Earth will be purified into a healthy peaceful one. Let us sing for strength of wisdom with all nations for the good of all people. Our hope is not yet lost, purification must be to restore the health of our Mother Earth for lasting peace and happiness. Techqua Ikachi - for Land and Life!"Do you have any suggestions?Support the showThank you for your continuing support. This Podcast is another tool for the Ya-Native Network, This may be the last stage to share our ideas openly.Podcasting and videos are certainly outside my comfort zone, but it's a necessary means to help find a voice for those of us who can not be heard.

Great Spirit, Give us hearts to understandNever to take from creation's beauty more than we give, Never to destroy want only for the furtherance of greed, Never to deny to give our hands for the building of earth's beauty, Never to take from her what we cannot use. Give us hearts to understandThat to destroy earth's music is to create confusion,That to wreck her appearance is to blind us to beauty, That to callously pollute her fragrance is to make a house of stench,That as we care for her she will care for us.Give us hearts to understand We have forgotten who we are. We have sought only our own security. We have exploited simply for our own ends. We have distorted our knowledge. We have abused our power.Great Spirit, Whose dry lands thirst, Help us to find the way to refresh your lands.Great Spirit, Whose waters are choked with debris and pollution,Help us to find the way to cleanse your waters.Great Spirit, Whose beautiful earth grows ugly with misuse, Help us to find the way to restore beauty to your handiwork. Great Spirit, Whose creatures are being destroyed,Help us to find a way to replenish themGreat Spirit, whose gifts to us are being lost in selfishness and corruption, Help us to find the way to restore our humanity. Do you have any suggestions?Support the showThank you for your continuing support. This Podcast is another tool for the Ya-Native Network, This may be the last stage to share our ideas openly.Podcasting and videos are certainly outside my comfort zone, but it's a necessary means to help find a voice for those of us who can not be heard.

Grandfather, Great Spirit, you have been always, and before you no one has been. There is no other one to pray to but you. You yourself, everything that you see, everything has been made by you. The star nations all over the universe you have finished. The four quarters of the earth you have finished. The day, and in that day, everything you have finished. Grandfather, Great Spirit, lean close to the earth that you may hear the voice I send. You towards where the sun goes down, behold me: Thunder Beings, behold me! You where the White Giant lives in power, behold me! You where the sun shines continually, whence come the day-break star and the day, behold me! You where the summer lives, behold me! You in the depths of the heavens, an eagle of power, behold! And you, Mother Earth, the only Mother, you who have shown mercy to your children!Hear me, four quarters of the world - a relative I am! Give me strength to walk the soft earth, a relative to all that is! Give me the eyes to see and the strength to understand, that I may be like you. With your power only can I face the winds.Great Spirit, Great Spirit, my Grandfather, all over the earth the faces of living things are all alike. With tenderness have these have come up out of the ground. Look upon these faces of children without number and with children in their arms, that they may face the winds and walk the good road to the day of quiet. This is my prayer: hear me! The voice I have sent is weak, yet with earnestness I have sent it, Hear me!It is finished. Hetchetu aloh!Do you have any suggestions?Support the showThank you for your continuing support. This Podcast is another tool for the Ya-Native Network, This may be the last stage to share our ideas openly.Podcasting and videos are certainly outside my comfort zone, but it's a necessary means to help find a voice for those of us who can not be heard.

Great Spirit gave me special wings, calling me to soar above, He adorned my heart and gave me earth......so I can simply love.Great Spirit gave me friends and family, calling to my heart, He showered my life and showed me love,......so I will never part.Great Spirit gave me compassion and patience, calling me to be, He covered my eyes with lovingkindness,......so I can always see.Great Spirit gave me special wings, calling me to soar above, Earth is such a special place that I dearly loved.Great Spirit says my time is done, soul calling to his light, Do not fret and cry those tears, I am with you all the time.I will always love you, my earthly being gone, I live within the hearts of all my loved ones.Great Spirit gave me special wings, calling me to soar above, My transformed body now complete,......I fly on the wings of love. Do you have any suggestions?Support the showThank you for your continuing support. This Podcast is another tool for the Ya-Native Network, This may be the last stage to share our ideas openly.Podcasting and videos are certainly outside my comfort zone, but it's a necessary means to help find a voice for those of us who can not be heard.

Great Spirit Grandfather,I send these words to you,Hear my prayer.For these are my words,To Father Sun,To Grandmother Moon,To Mother EarthTo all my relations,That have been Created as I.To the Four Winds,That bring us theSeasons of Life. To the EastWhere Father Sun risesBringing to us a new dayA new meaning of life,A light in which to seeThe path before us. To the SouthWhere the warm air comes to usBringing heat and warmth,The seasons of springAnd summer. To the WestWhere Father Sun goesTo bring to us darkness,So as we may see the universeAnd search for the questionsOf our life. To the NorthWhere the cold winds come fromBringing to us the seasonsOf fall and winter. Oh Great SpiritHear my wordsFor to you I offerMy heart and soulYou made meWhat I amAnd I am IndianAmerica's Prisoners of WarI pray for my people of the pastWhose blood covers this our Mother EarthI pray now as an IndianBlood of my Ancestors. Great Spirit Grandfather,Look down uponYour people,For we are humbleBefore you.We seek your guidance,So that we your peopleMay walk foreverIn a proud mannerBefore you. Great Spirit Grandfather,You gave your peopleThe breath of life,So that we may liveWith dignity and pride,To always knowAnd understandThat life was meant for usYour most humbleTraditional people,And all thatWas CreatedAnd givenThe breath of life. Great Spirit Grandfather,Let my heartSoul and mindBe always strong withWisdom, knowledgeAnd Understanding. Great Spirit GrandfatherHear my wordsFor wisdomSo that I may openMy eyes andSee all thatIs good around me. Great Spirit GrandfatherHear my wordsFor wisdomSo that I may open my earsAnd hear all that is goodAround me.For I am humbleBefore you.I seek the strengthTo continue on this pathThat I travel on before youIn a most Sacred manner. Great Spirit GrandfatherHear my wordsFor they are wordsThat come from theHeart, soul and mind,And are filled withWisdom, knowledge andUnderstanding. Great Spirit GrandfatherMy words are for youTo know and understandThat in a most Sacred mannerI honor and respectThe life you have put before me,I seek the strengthTo forever continueUpon this Sacred path. Great Spirit GrandfatherUpon the four windsAre my words for strengthFor they come from theHeart, soul and mindWords I send to youIn a Sacred manner. Great Spirit GrandfatherLet allThe wisdom, knowledge and understandingBe my strengthTo continue on this pathThat I travel on before youAs a Traditional Native American Indian,Now and forever.Do you have any suggestions?Support the showThank you for your continuing support. This Podcast is another tool for the Ya-Native Network, This may be the last stage to share our ideas openly.Podcasting and videos are certainly outside my comfort zone, but it's a necessary means to help find a voice for those of us who can not be heard.

Oh Great Spirit Father, who sits on high beyond the heavens, Creator of all life below, please hear my spiritual prayer.For I seek guidance in a world where few can lay claim to eternal peace.Grant me the vision to see beyond tomorrow's horizon, yet still accept my daily trials, that must and will be faced to survive.Give me the strength to rise each day and breathe the breath of life that you have provided for me.Touch my spiritual soul, so that I may use every moment to spread your sacred message of love and peace for all mankind. I ask only the privilege to speak my native tongue, and learn the ways of my people, from generations of old.Help me to understand and accept that we are of one body, as each spirit flows, from one to another in a sacred hoop. Let the trails that bore my ancestors blood and tears, and the chains that bound their freedom serve as reminders to all, of our hate and savagery against one another, and ensure its trust that we as a people choose never to repeat such ignorance.Grant Mother Earth the strength to endure all injustices that have been placed upon her, and cleanse her red clay body to renew her growth for new generations to thrive. Embrace my mind and grant me the wisdom to seek and receive my ancestral birthright.Guide my feet down the passage of forgiveness, of those who have severed my tribal ties, and help me to bind them once more. Teach this child, oh Great One, the true lesson of life, its sacred message of love, to spread freely beyond self, and among my brothers and sisters throughout the duration of my earthly existence.May your morning sun awaken this weary body, and your night moon allow it to meditate and rest.May your spirit continue to heal and instill within me the meaning of this spiritual prayer, and trust that I use it to serve you well.Do you have any suggestions?Support the showThank you for your continuing support. This Podcast is another tool for the Ya-Native Network, This may be the last stage to share our ideas openly.Podcasting and videos are certainly outside my comfort zone, but it's a necessary means to help find a voice for those of us who can not be heard.

Then I was standing on the highest mountain of them all, and round about beneath me was the whole hoop of the world. And while I stood there I saw more than I can tell and I understood more than I saw; for I was seeing in a sacred manner the shapes of all things in the spirit, and the shape of all shapes as they must live together like one being.And I say the sacred hoop of my people was one of the many hoops that made one circle, wide as daylight and as starlight, and in the center grew one mighty flowering tree to shelter all the children of one mother and one father. And I saw that it was holy…But anywhere is the center of the world.Black ElkDo you have any suggestions?Support the showThank you for your continuing support. This Podcast is another tool for the Ya-Native Network, This may be the last stage to share our ideas openly.Podcasting and videos are certainly outside my comfort zone, but it's a necessary means to help find a voice for those of us who can not be heard.

Long ago when the world was young, an old Lakota spiritual leader was on a high mountain and had a vision. In his vision, Iktomi, the great trickster and teacher of wisdom, appeared in the form of a spider. Iktomi spoke to him in a sacred language that only the spiritual leaders of the Lakota could understand. As he spoke Iktomi, the spider, took the elder's willow hoop which had feathers, horse hair, beads and offerings on it and began to spin a web.He spoke to the elder about the cycles of life...and how we begin our lives as infants and we move on to childhood, and then to adulthood. Finally, we go to old age where we must be taken care of as infants, completing the cycle. "But," Iktomi said as he continued to spin his web, "in each time of life there are many forces -- some good and some bad. If you listen to the good forces, they will steer you in the right direction. But if you listen to the bad forces, they will hurt you and steer you in the wrong direction." He continued, "There are many forces and different directions that can help or interfere with the harmony of nature, and also with the great spirit and all of his wonderful teachings."All the while the spider spoke, he continued to weave his web starting from the outside and working towards the center. When Iktomi finished speaking, he gave the Lakota elder the web and said...."See, the web is a perfect circle but there is a hole in the center of the circle." He said, "Use the web to help yourself and you people to reach your goals and make use of your people's ideas, dreams and visions. "If you believe in the great spirit, the web will catch your good ideas -- and the bad ones will go through the hole."The Lakota elder passed on his vision to his people and now the Sioux Indians use the dream catcher as the web of their life. It is hung above their beds or in their home to sift their dreams and visions. The good in their dreams are captured in the web of life and carried with them...but the evil in their dreams escapes through the hole in the center of the web and are no longer a part of them.They believe that the dream catcher holds the destiny of their future.Do you have any suggestions?Support the showThank you for your continuing support. This Podcast is another tool for the Ya-Native Network, This may be the last stage to share our ideas openly.Podcasting and videos are certainly outside my comfort zone, but it's a necessary means to help find a voice for those of us who can not be heard.

Nihansan was traveling down a stream. As he walked along on the bank he saw something red in the water. They were red plums. He wanted them badly.Taking off his clothes, he dove in and felt over the bottom with his hands; but he could find nothing, and the current carried him down-stream and to the surface again. He thought. He took stones and tied them to his wrists and ankles so that they should weigh him down in the water.Then he dived again; he felt over the bottom, but could find nothing. When his breath gave out he tried to come up, but could not.He was nearly dead, when at last the stones on one side fell off and he barely rose to the surface sideways and got a little air.As he revived, floating on his back, he saw the plums hanging on the tree above him. He said to himself: "You fool!"He scolded himself a long time.Then he got up, took off the stones, threw them away, and went and ate the plums. He also filled his robe with them.Do you have any suggestions?Support the showThank you for your continuing support. This Podcast is another tool for the Ya-Native Network, This may be the last stage to share our ideas openly.Podcasting and videos are certainly outside my comfort zone, but it's a necessary means to help find a voice for those of us who can not be heard.

In the latter half of 1838, Cherokee People who had not voluntarily moved west earlier were forced to leave their homes in the East.The trail to the West was long and treacherous and many were dying along the way. The People's hearts were heavy with sadness and their tears mingled with the dust of the trail.The Elders knew that the survival of the children depended upon the strength of the women. One evening around the campfire, the Elders called upon the healer, ga lv la di e hi. They told Him of the People's suffering and tears. They were afraid the children would not survive to rebuild the Cherokee Nation.Gal v la di e hi spoke to them, "To let you know how much I care, I will give you a sign. In the morning, tell the women to look back along the trail. Where their tears have fallen, I will cause to grow a plant that will have seven leaves for the seven clans of the Cherokee. Amidst the plant will be a delicate white rose with five petals. In the center of the blossom will be a pile of gold to remind the Cherokee of the white man's greed for the gold found on the Cherokee homeland. This plant will be sturdy and strong with stickers on all the stems. It will defy anything which tries to destroy it."The next morning the Elders told the women to look back down the trail. A plant was growing fast and covering the trail where they had walked. As the women watched, blossoms formed and slowly opened. They forgot their sadness. Like the plant the women began to feel strong and beautiful. As the plant protected its blossoms, they knew they would have the courage and determination to protect their children who would begin a new Nation in the West.Do you have any suggestions?Support the showThank you for your continuing support. This Podcast is another tool for the Ya-Native Network, This may be the last stage to share our ideas openly.Podcasting and videos are certainly outside my comfort zone, but it's a necessary means to help find a voice for those of us who can not be heard.

Great Spirit of Light, come to me out of the East (red) with the power of the rising sun. Let there be light in my words, let there be light on my path that I walk. Let me remember always that you give the gift of a new day. And never let me be burdened with sorrow by not starting over again.Great Spirit of Love, come to me with the power of the North (white). Make me courageous when the cold wind falls upon me. Give me strength and endurance for everything that is harsh, everything that hurts, everything that makes me squint. Let me move through life ready to take what comes from the north.Great Life-Giving Spirit, I face the West (black), the direction of sundown. Let me remember everyday that the moment will come when my sun will go down. Never let me forget that I must fade into you. Give me a beautiful color, give me a great sky for setting, so that when it is my time to meet you, I can come with glory.Great Spirit of Creation, send me the warm and soothing winds from the South (yellow). Comfort me and caress me when I am tired and cold. Unfold me like the gentle breezes that unfold the leaves on the trees. As you give to all the earth your warm, moving wind, give to me, so that I may grow close to you in warmth. Man did not create the web of life, he is but a strand in it. Whatever man does to the web, he does to himself.Do you have any suggestions?Support the showThank you for your continuing support. This Podcast is another tool for the Ya-Native Network, This may be the last stage to share our ideas openly.Podcasting and videos are certainly outside my comfort zone, but it's a necessary means to help find a voice for those of us who can not be heard.

"Yet hear me, friends! We have now to deal with another people, small and feeble when our forefathers first met with them, but now great and overbearing. Strangely enough, they have a mind to till the soil, and the love of possessions is a disease in them. These people have made many rules that the rich may break, but the poor may not! They have a religion in which the poor worship, but the rich will not! They even take tithes of the poor and weak to support the rich and those who rule. They claim this mother of ours, the Earth, for their own use, and fence their neighbors away from her, and deface her with their buildings and their refuse. They compel her to produce out of season, and when sterile she is made to take medicine in order to produce again. All this is sacrilege. Chief Sitting Bull, speaking at the Powder River Conference, 1877Do you have any suggestions?Support the showThank you for your continuing support. This Podcast is another tool for the Ya-Native Network, This may be the last stage to share our ideas openly.Podcasting and videos are certainly outside my comfort zone, but it's a necessary means to help find a voice for those of us who can not be heard.

Once a hunter in the mountains heard a noise at night like a rushing wind outside the cabin, and on going out he found that an eagle had just alighted on the drying pole and was tearing at the body of a deer hanging there.Without thinking of the danger, he shot the eagle. In the morning he took the deer and started back to the settlement, where he told what he had done, and the chief sent out some men to bring in the eagle and arrange for an Eagle dance. They brought back the dead eagle, everything was made ready, and that night they started the dance in the townhouse.About midnight there was a whoop outside and a strange warrior came into the circle and began to recite his exploits. No one knew him, but they thought he had come from one of the farther Cherokee towns.He told how he had killed a man, and at the end of the story he gave a hoarse yell, Hi! that startled the whole company, and one of the seven men with the rattles fell over dead. He sang of another deed, and at the end straightened up with another loud yell. A second rattler fell dead, and the people were so full of fear that they could not stir from their places.Still he kept on, and at every pause there came again that terrible scream, until the last of the seven rattlers fell dead, and then the stranger went out into the darkness. Long afterward they learned from the eagle killer that it was the brother of the eagle shot by the hunter.Do you have any suggestions?Support the showThank you for your continuing support. This Podcast is another tool for the Ya-Native Network, This may be the last stage to share our ideas openly.Podcasting and videos are certainly outside my comfort zone, but it's a necessary means to help find a voice for those of us who can not be heard.

O Great Spirit of our Ancestors, I raise my pipe to you. To your messengers the four winds, and to Mother Earth who provides for your children. Give us the wisdom to teach our children to love, to respect, and to be kind to each other so that they may grow with peace in mind. Let us learn to share all the good things you provide for us on this Earth.Do you have any suggestions?Support the showThank you for your continuing support. This Podcast is another tool for the Ya-Native Network, This may be the last stage to share our ideas openly.Podcasting and videos are certainly outside my comfort zone, but it's a necessary means to help find a voice for those of us who can not be heard.

As an elder said, "We are an extension of nature, and she is an extension of us. We are one with everything. We cannot breathe without the trees and plants, and they cannot live without us." This exchange goes beyond oxygen and carbon dioxide; it is about an energy that connects us to the spirit of all things. This represents the sacred fire that we call.. life Do you have any suggestions?Support the showThank you for your continuing support. This Podcast is another tool for the Ya-Native Network, This may be the last stage to share our ideas openly.Podcasting and videos are certainly outside my comfort zone, but it's a necessary means to help find a voice for those of us who can not be heard.

Welcome to Episode 8 of our podcast, where we dive deep into the remarkable journey of a Native American merchandise store that has quietly thrived for over four years without any advertising. Join us as we explore the intriguing story behind its success and its ambitious future plans.NativeAmericanMerchandise.comThis store, which has already garnered what we believe to be the largest online Native American audience, is a testament to the power of authentic products and community support. We're excited to share our insights and experiences, as we haven't even scratched the surface when it comes to advertising its offerings.Our future vision includes a significant expansion that will feature a diverse range of authentic Native American products, from exquisite paintings to intricate carvings and a wide array of other genuinely Indigenous merchandise. The goal is to offer a unique and comprehensive marketplace that not only sustains and supports Native American artisans but also provides an authentic and respectful experience for consumers.As we embark on this journey, we are actively seeking the right Native American merchandise partners who share our commitment to ethical trade and cultural authenticity. Our hope is to create a strong network where these exceptional products can find a broader audience and a platform to shine.Join us as we unravel this exciting chapter of our story. "Unveiling Native American Merchandise Excellence" is more than just a podcast episode; it's a call to connect, collaborate, and celebrate the artistry and heritage of Native American communities. Thank you for being part of this journey.Do you have any suggestions?Support the showThank you for your continuing support. This Podcast is another tool for the Ya-Native Network, This may be the last stage to share our ideas openly.Podcasting and videos are certainly outside my comfort zone, but it's a necessary means to help find a voice for those of us who can not be heard.