"Then White Buffalo Calf Woman- who was the form in which the Great Spirit had come to teach the people of the plains- spoke to the young brave, who now remained alone and said, .....' A man who looks first to a woman's outer beauty, will never know her beauty divine, for there is dust upon his eyes and he is as good as blind. But a man who sees in a woman the spirit of the Great One, and who sees her beauty first in spirit and in truth, that man will know God in that woman; and should she choose to lie with him, he will share with her in enjoyment more fully than the former ever could. And all will be as it should.'
'You, when you looked upon me, were not blind to my beauty, but your first thoughts were, "Who is she, this beautiful woman? What is it that makes her countenance glow so in the afternoon sun? What thoughts are those that dance behind her eyes? From what land does she come? With what tidings?"....
'You and your friend symbolize two paths that the men of a tribe can take. If you seek first the sacred visison of the Great Spirit, you will see as the Creator sees, and in that seeing, you will find that what you need from the earth will come readily into your hands. But if you seek first to secure your earthly desires and forget the spirit, you will die inside.... in the olden days, most of the men took your path' but in this age many men are now going the path of your fallen brother. What you saw in the cloud was a speeded up lifetime; your brother lived many years in those moments while you saw only a swirl of dust....But his body was ruled ever by his passions. In the end, his body turned to dust, for all his thoughts were dust. He had forgotten not only the Great Spirit, but his own spirit as well. He contributed nothing of meaning to me, to womankind, or to the people of the plains.'
then the young hunter asked the woman who she was.
with eyes as black as the midnight pools between the stars, she looked steadliy at him for a moment, as if her gaze alone gave obivous answer.
"I am the Spirit of the Truth,...... your people know me as the Mother of the Old Ones, but as you can see for yourself Ia m not so old as all that. I am no older than any stalk of grass waving in the wind or any prairie flower. I am the great Mother who lives inside every mother, the girl who plays in every sister child. I am the face of the Great Spirit your people have forgotten. I have come to talke to the nations of your plains. Go before me to your village. Tell your chief to prepare a generous tepee that will accommodate all the people of your camp. I will be there shortly. I have some things to teach you, sacred things that your tribe has forgotten."
In awe and excitement, the young hunter ran back to his poeple and told his chief of all he had seen.
Return of the Bird Tribes
written through Ken Carey
for both men and women of todays nanosecond light tribe....this represents the balancing for all people!!
God and Goddess were not built to war Against each other......the subliminal truth is both God and Goddess are deeply truely madley in LOVE with other.... balancing their polarities and creating life through that dance...
let us dance together!
