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Wado ah da tsilugi oginanili. Adawehi Dikata
December 14
December 10
Thank you very much! One of my daughters used to attend sweats regularly, but I've never been lucky enough to.
December 3
good instructions for living a full and right life my brother.
December 3
Common to the many styles of sweating is the idea of Spiritual Cleanliness. Many sweats start with all the participants fasting for an entire day, and during that entire day avoiding caffine, alcohol, or other potentially altering sunstances. This s…
December 1
Wado oginanili these words are truth and carry much wisdom. Your fire is always important.
November 30
Indeed this is how I start every morning and end every evening. Adanudoaya a giduda a hani aya doga udalulv nehi hegowa kata hiya a gayuli atsinatlai gadugidv aya. ahnah ah keedowahya oginanili nuwadohiyada. Adawehi Dikata
November 30
HoWah! those that understand the world and truly walk as spiritual beings know this truth. Wado oginanili for these wise words. Adawehi Dikata
November 30

tribal name

After talking with my mentor,a lakota medicine man, Gray Wolf, I now add my true name. I was given the name I finally added here in the cherokee phonetics. I was given this name at a powwow held in my home town. The elders of the visiting Lakota tribe told me that this event was the first time Gray Wolf had ever left the reservation. They also wanted to know if I knew the great honor which was being bestowed upon me. I did and still am greatly honored that such a great man and elder would travel over one thousand miles to meet me and my daughter because of a dream.

My daughter and I went to this powwow because I had a dream that showed me this was something I had to go to. I also found out that the face in my dream was the face of the man who came out of his tipi as my daughter and I stood nearby, watching the drummers and fancy dancers. He came up to me and placed his hand on my shoulder, said "I have been waiting for you. I must speak to your daughter in my tipi." I looked into his eyes and I said of course. My daugher (6 at the time) was rather excited to get to go inside a real tipi, Gray Wolf's wife was also there and I was told (not asked) to stay outside for what he had to say to my daugher was for her ears alone and he added, "I will be speaking to you next, we have much to discuss."

When it was my turn to speak with Gray Wolf we did not go into his tipi, instead he led me to another lodge which I soon found out was the elders lodge for this powwow. Within the lodge I was asked why I came to the powwow by the other elders. I explained that I had had a dream that showed me to come to this particular powwow with my daughter to meet with a medicineman named Gray Wolf. That in this dream I would find a tipi with two particular symbols above the door flap and this is where we would stop and stand to be found by Gray Wolf. Indeed it did happen exactly as fortold in the dream I had. The elders just nodded and said,"you have found Gray Wolf, now what is it you have to say?" I stood still before the elders for a long time, then I said "I have nothing more, I have told all of my dream.

Gray Wolf then came up beside me and told his dream to the elders of the council. When he finished he patted my shoulder and said my true name was Angel Eyes he said it was the name given him for me in his dream. I said I was greatly honored. The council members rose after that and left to drum another dance. Gray Wolf said for me to come with him, one of the elders took my daughter with him telling her she would learn to drum with the elders while I talked with Gray Wolf.

During my first meeting with my mentor I was told that I was to study under him, that I would learn more medicine than just the Lakota and Cherokee medicines. He told me that I was going to recieve a great gift from an Apache medicine man, a gift that would be both great and wonderful yet also a burden to keep safe and not misuse, for this gift would have great power but only in the right hands, the hands of the gifted, would it be used for the proper intent. I have this gift in my possession now. The Apache medicine man has passed through the veil, the object came to me via one of his good friends who only told me that I was the one intended to recieve it. The first time I touched my gift, I knew just how powerful it is and what it is for. Perhaps one day I will be finished with enough of my studies to be counted, something I would consider the greatest honor indeed.

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A Proper Sweat Lodge

Common to the many styles of sweating is the idea of Spiritual Cleanliness. Many sweats start with all the participants fasting for an entire day, and during that entire day avoiding caffine, alcohol, or other potentially altering sunstances. This should be a day of contemplation and prayer or meditation and prayer, in preparation for the sweat.

Sweats start with everyone that is entering the sweat lodge getting purified with sage and/or cedar.

Traditional sweats aren't usually done "sky-clad"… Continue

Posted on December 1, 2009 at 3:11pm — 2 Comments

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A recuring Vision of the mayan calender meanings

.Much has been theorized about the mayan calender for the last few years. Many say the calender spells out the doom of planet earth. Unfortunately the people that have come up with all these theories and those that are now preaching the end of the world, are not the right people to be speaking upon such things. Firstly, they are all non first peoples, none of them have any idea of reality since they all live in the white, european world and think the same way, white, european. Secondly, non of t… Continue

Posted on November 18, 2009 at 3:49pm —

Bryant Cochran (dikanowadidohi digadili)

A recuring Vision of the mayan calender meanings

.Much has been theorized about the mayan calender for the last few years. Many say the calender spells out the doom of planet earth. Unfortunately the people that have come up with all these theories and those that are now preaching the end of the world, are not the right people to be speaking upon such things. Firstly, they are all non first peoples, none of them have any idea of reality since they all live in the white, european world and think the same way, white, european. Secondly, non of t… Continue

Posted on November 18, 2009 at 3:48pm —

Bryant Cochran (dikanowadidohi digadili)

Native American Legend Thomas Banyacya

On February 6, 1999, the world lost one of its leading messengers, for nonviolence and the spiritual reawakening necessary to change the course of human history off of the path towards total destruction and onto the path towards true peace and harmony among all life, with the passing of 89 year old Hopi Prophecy spokesman Thomas Banyacya.

Inspired by the great Hopi Elder Yukiuma whom he regarded as "The Hopi Gandhi", Banyacya spent seven years in prison in the 1940's because of his steadfast co… Continue

Posted on November 17, 2009 at 4:51pm —

Bryant Cochran (dikanowadidohi digadili)

just a prayer

Adanudoaya a giduda a hani a ya doga udalulv nehi hegowakata hiya a gayuli a tsina tlai gadugidv a ya. Hiya sunalei Unequa, atsi a ya tsilugi na nuwadohiyada. Ogi Unequa ahani ayadoga Wado aya agiduda, Wado adanudoaya.

Posted on November 16, 2009 at 4:58pm —

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At 7:51am on December 10, 2009, AdaweSongbird~Kanogisdi Tsiqua said…
MERRY CHRISTMAS! I will be moving from Kentucky to Florida in the next 2 to 3 weeks! I want to go back to where I grew up, and my family and old friends are there. I will be driving down all by myself, driving a big rental truck, and pulling my car. I sure dread it, but, I have to go. I want to be near family and ole' friends. KY is beautiful, but I have found that it is too lonely for me. I hope you have a wonderful Christmas!

Blessings and Peace to you,
~ AdaweSongbird ~

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At 7:43am on November 6, 2009, AdaweSongbird~Kanogisdi Tsiqua said…
Have a really good day ~ and life !!!

At 10:02pm on November 3, 2009, carol christoffel said…
Thank you.
At 8:45pm on November 3, 2009, Chris Anderson said…
Megwich Bryant! Marty is thrilled also! I often use the God~Dog thing myself, as you'll see in the video of my shar-pei who is a truly gifted psychic... ;-)
Bama-pi
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At 5:38pm on August 10, 2009, Edmond Lonewolf (Uhisati Wahya) said…


" THE JOURNEY OF LIFE "

Do not undermine your worth by comparing yourself with others,
It is because we are different that each of us is special.
Do not set your goals by what other people deem important.
Only you know what is best for you.

Do not take for granted the things closest to your heart.
Cling to them as you would your life,
for without them, life is meaningless
Do not let your life slip through your fingers
By living in the past nor for the future.

By living your life one day at a time,
You live all the days of your life.
Do not give up when you still have something to give.
Nothing is really over until the moment you stop trying.
It is a fragile thread that binds is to each other.

Do not be afraid to encounter risks.
It is by taking chances that we learn how to be brave.
Do not shut out of your life by saying it is impossible to find.
The quickest way to receive love is to give love;
The fastest way to lose love is to hold it too tightly.

In addition, the best way to keep love is to give it wings.
Do not dismiss your dreams.
To be without dreams is to be without hope;
To be without hope is to be without purpose.

Do not run through life so fast that you forget
not only where you have been, but also where you are going.
Life is not a race, but a journey to be savored each step of the way.
At 12:03am on August 10, 2009, Edmond Lonewolf (Uhisati Wahya) said…


" WHY A OPOSSUM TAIL IS BARE "

n the beginning all living things - men, animals, plants and trees - spoke the same language and behaved in much the same way. Animals, like people, were organized into tribes. They had chiefs, lived in houses, held councils and ceremonies.

Many animals had characteristics which we would not recognize today. The rabbit, for example, was fierce, bold and cunning, and a great mischief maker. It was through Rabbit's tricks that the deer lost his sharp wolf-like teeth, the buzzard his handsome topknot of feathers and the opossum his long, bushy tail.

Opossum was very proud of his tail which, in those days, was covered with thick black fur. He spent long hours cleaning and brushing it and composing songs about its beauty and vigour. Sometimes, when he walked through the village, he carried his tail erect, like a banner rippling in the breeze. At other times, he swept it low behind him, like a train. It was useful as well as beautiful, for when Opossum lay down to sleep, he tucked it under him to make a soft bed, and in cold weather he folded it over his body to keep himself warm.

Rabbit was very jealous of Opossum's tail. He, too, had once had a long bushy tail but, during the course of a a fight with Bear, he had lost most of it and now had only a short fluffy tuft. The sight of Opossum strutting before the other animals and swirling his tail ostentatiously, filled Rabbit with rage and he made up his mind to play a trick on him at the first opportunity.

At this time, when the animals still lived harmoniously together, each had his appointed station and duty. Thus, Frog was leader in the council and Rabbit, because of his speed, was employed to carry messages and announcements to the others.

As was their custom from time to time, the animals decided to hold a great council to discuss important matters and Rabbit, as usual, was given the task of arranging the gathering and delivering the invitations. Councils were also occasions for feasting and dancing and Rabbit saw a way of bringing about Opossum's downfall.

When Rabbit arrived with the news of the meeting, Opossum was sitting by the door of his lodge engaged in his favourite occupation - grooming his tail.

'I come to call you to the great council tomorrow, brother Opossum,' said Rabbit. 'Will you attend and join in the dance ?'

'Only if I am given a special seat,' replied the conceited Opossum, carefully smoothing some untidy hairs at the tip of his tail. 'After all,' he went on, grinning maliciously at Rabbit, 'I have such a beautiful long tail that I ought to sit where everyone can see and admire it.'

Rabbit was almost beside himself with fury, but he pretended not to notice the jibe and said, 'But of course, brother Opossum! I will personally see to it that you have the best seat in the council lodge, and I will also send someone to dress your tail specially for the dance.'

Opossum was delighted by this suggestion and Rabbit left him singing the praises of his tail even more loudly than usual.

Next, Rabbit called on the cricket, whom Indians call the barber, because of his fame as an expert hair-cutter. Cricket listened with growing amazement as Rabbit recounted his conversation with Opossum. Like all the other animals, he found Opossum's vanity and arrogance very tiresome.

He began to protest, but Rabbit held up a paw and said, 'Wait a moment. I have a plan and I need your help. Listen...', and he dropped his voice as he told Cricket what he wanted him to do.

Early next morning Cricket presented himself at Opossum's door and said that he had been sent by Rabbit to prepare the famous tail for the council that evening. Opossum made himself comfortable on the floor and stretched out his tail. Cricket began to comb it gently.

'I will wrap this red cord round your tail as I comb it,' he explained, 'so that it will remain smooth and neat for the dance tonight.'

Opossum found Cricket's ministrations so soothing that he fell asleep, awakening just as Cricket was tying the final knot in the red cord which now completely swathed his tail.

'I will keep it bound up until the very last moment,' thought Opossum gleefully. 'How envious the others will be when I finally reveal it in all its beauty!'

That evening, his tail still tightly wrapped in the red cord, Opossum marched into the council lodge and was led to his special seat by a strangely obsequious Rabbit.

Soon it was time for the dancing to take place. The drums and rattles began to sound. Opossum stood up, loosened the cord from his tail and stepped proudly into the centre of the dance floor. He began to sing.

'Look at my beautiful tail!' he sang as he circled the floor. 'See how it sweeps the ground!'

There was a great shout from the audience and some of the animals began to applaud. 'How they admire me!' though Opossum and he continued dancing and singing loudly. 'See how my tail gleams in the firelight!'

Again everyone shouted and cheered. Opossum began to have just the merest suspicion that all was not quite as it should be. Was there possibly a hint of mockery in their voices ? He dismissed such an absurd idea and continued dancing.

'My tail is stronger than the eagle's, more lustrous than the raven's!'

At this the animals shrieked so loudly that Opossum stopped in his tracks and looked at them. To his astonishment and chagrin they were all convulsed with laughter, some leaning weakly on their neighbour's shoulders, others rolling on the ground in their mirth. Several were pointing at his tail.

Bewildered, Opossum looked down and saw to his horror that his tail, his beautiful, thick, glossy tail, was now balk and scaly like that of a lizard. Nothing remained of its former glory. While pretending to comb it, the wily Cricket had snipped off every single lair.

Opossum was so overcome with shame and confusion that he could not utter a sound. Instead he rolled over helplessly on his back, grimmacing with embarrasment, just as opossums still do today, when taken by surprise.
At 3:05pm on August 7, 2009, Edmond Lonewolf (Uhisati Wahya) said…


" OCTOBER'S CALL '

This time of year, my plans are set,
My destination clear.
To the country I'll be traveling,
For the chill of winter's near.

I'll roam the meadows far and wide,
Memorizing nature's view.
Gaze in wonder at stand of tree's,
There leaves a tarnished hue.

Watching autumn colors bid farewell,
To the day's of summer past.
I must heed October's call and go,
And glimpse the changes while they last.

I'll sense my soul as it grows humble,
Now, more than any time of the year.
As each rainbows painted splendor,
Fills my eye's with grateful tears.

As the land in silent protest,
Tries with color to prolong.
The days of change and harvest,
For the winter will be long.

Yea autumn it does beckon me,
With it's bright October call.
So I must travel to the countryside,
Before the maple leaves all fall.

Written by Edmond Lonewolf
Copyright © 2009 Lonewolf Inc
At 10:14pm on August 5, 2009, Edmond Lonewolf (Uhisati Wahya) said…



" Who Am I? " (IT WILL NOT BE WHO YOU THINK)

I was born in one country, raised in another. My father was born in another country. I was not his only child. He
fathered several children with numerous women.

I became very close to my mother, as my father showed no interest in me. My mother died at an early age from cancer.

Later in life, questions arose over my real name.
My birth records were sketchy and no one was able to
produce a legitimate, reliable birth certificate..

I grew up practicing one faith but converted to
Christianity, as it was widely accepted in my country, but I practiced non-traditional beliefs & didn't follow
Christianity, except in the public eye under scrutiny.

I worked and lived among lower-class people as a young adult, disguising myself as someone who really cared about them. That was before I decided it was time to get serious about my life and I embarked on a new career.

I wrote a book about my struggles growing up. It was clear to those who read my memoirs that I had difficulties accepting that my father abandoned me as a child.

I became active in local politics in my 30's then with
help behind the scenes, I literally burst onto the scene as a candidate for national office in my 40s. They said I had a golden tongue and could talk anyone into anything.

I had a virtually non-existent resume, little work history,
and no experience in leading a single organization.. Yet I was a powerful speaker and citizens were drawn to me as though I were a magnet and they were small roofing tacks. I drew incredibly large crowds during my public appearances. This bolstered my ego.

At first, my political campaign focused on my country's
foreign policy...... I was very critical of my country in
the last war and seized every opportunity to bash my
country..

But what launched my rise to national prominence were my views on the country's economy. I pretended to have a really good plan on how we could do better and every poor person would be fed & housed for free.

I knew which group was responsible for getting us into this mess. It was the free market, banks & corporations. I decided to start making citizens hate them and if they were envious of others who did well, the plan was clinched tight. I called mine "A People's Campaign" and that sounded good to all people.

I was the surprise candidate because I emerged from outside
the traditional path of politics & was able to gain
widespread popular support. I knew that, if I merely offered the people 'hope', together we could change our country and the world.

So, I started to make my speeches sound like they were on behalf of the downtrodden, poor, ignorant to include
"persecuted minorities". My true views were not
widely known & I kept them unknown, until after I became my nation's leader.

I had to carefully guard reality, as anybody could have
easily found out what I really believed, if they had simply read my writings and examined those people I associated with. I'm glad they didn't.

Then I became the most powerful man in the world. And the world learned the truth.

" Who am I? "

ADOLF HITLER
WHO WERE YOU THINKING OF?
Scary isn't it?
 
 

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