#spiritwithin

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What if i told You ... The version of History you were taught in school was heavily revised so that your own nation's agenda, while hiding it's crimes, and in doing so fostered an unrealistic sense of false patriotism used to manufacture your allegiance to a corp. entity masquerading as your government ... well, it's true ✊🏼 A'HO

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Native American Outdoors Mother And Child Papoose Sioux 1910

A Native American (Sioux) woman and child pose outdoors at the Rosebud Fair at the Rosebud Agency, South Dakota. - By : Olop - 1910

[littlefeather-wolf]

(A Bade') Native American Woman ...

Jessie Iron Bull, Crow -

Haynes - 1883

A badé (also spelled baté) is a male-bodied person in a Crow community who takes part in some of the social and ceremonial roles usually filled by women in that culture.

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What were the roles of children in Native American culture ?

The boys followed the men around and were taught how to hunt and do men's chores ... Young girls followed the women around and learned to do traditional women's work like making baskets, working the fields, and cooking ... Children learned of the history and moral rules of the tribe from stories told by the elders and would practice them ... Namaste ¥ Ww ...

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[littlefeather-wolf]

How I became a warrior ...

Once, I ran from fear

so fear controlled me ...

Until I learned to hold fear like a newborn,

Listen to it, but not give in,

Honour it, but not worship it.

Fear could not stop me anymore.

I walked with courage into the storm.

I still have fear,

but it does not have me ...

Once, I was ashamed of who I was ...

I invited shame into my heart.

I let it burn,

It told me, "I am only trying

to protect your vulnerability".

I thanked shame dearly,

and stepped into life anyway,

unashamed, with shame as a lover ...

Once, I had great sadness buried deep inside,

I invited it to come out and play.

I wept oceans, My tear ducts ran dry,

And I found joy right there ...

Right at the core of my sorrow.

It was heartbreak that taught me how to love ...

Once, I had anxiety,

A mind that wouldn't stop.

Thoughts that wouldn't be silent.

So I stopped trying to silence them.

And I dropped out of the mind,

and into the Earth.

Into the mud.

Where I was held strong

like a tree, unshakeable, safe ...

Once, anger burned in the depths.

I called anger into the light of myself.

I felt its shocking power.

I let my heart pound and my blood boil.

Listened to it, finally.

And it screamed, "Respect yourself fiercely now!".

"Speak your truth with passion!".

"Say no when you mean no!".

"Walk your path with courage!".

"Let no one speak for you!"

Anger became an honest friend.

A truthful guide.

A beautiful wild child ...

Once, loneliness cut deep.

I tried to distract and numb myself.

Ran to people and places and things.

Even pretended I was "happy".

But soon I could not run anymore.

And I tumbled into the heart of loneliness.

And I died and was reborn

into an exquisite solitude and stillness.

That connected me to all things.

So I was not lonely, but alone with All Life.

My heart One with all other hearts.

Once, I ran from difficult feelings.

Now, they are my advisors, confidants, friends,

and they all have a home in me,

and they all belong and have dignity.

I am sensitive, soft, fragile,

my arms wrapped around all my inner children.

And in my sensitivity, power.

In my fragility, an unshakeable Presence.

In the depths of my wounds, in what I had named “darkness”, I found a blazing Light that guides me now in battle, I became a warrior when I turned towards myself., And started listening.

- Jeff Foster ...

- Art By: Waya Wolf ...