Storms Of The Spirits
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In the winds do you not hear the weeping, the crying, the wailing of the old ones, do
you not hear the howling of the wolf, the call of the panther. Do you not hear the sadness of Mother Earth, her wailing as
she gives birth to children, the animal people that are our true people. Can you not hear when the water rises and sounds
like thunder, do you not hear the stampeding hoofs of the buffalo of long ago. Do you not hear the running horses with the
Warriors, the Holy Men, the Medicine Men. Mother Earth cries out when you poke holes in her flesh with your drilling, your
underground nuclear tests. Mother Earth has feelings, the ground we walk on is her flesh. When you set fire to the forest
do you not smell the burning fur, the meat of the animal people that you are destroying. You put plows of sharpness, like
the blade of a knife into the ground by taking a sharp blade and causing blood to come from the body of Mother Earth. The
raindrops are the tears of the Gods in the Heavenly Lodge sitting in Heavenly Council. When will you listen, when will you
learn to listen and to look but not just to listen but to hear. When will you not just look but see, when will you not just
touch but feel the pain, the agony, the despair of what has been given to you and do you not care for it.
You are given something beautiful, you are given something precious, the forest, the mountains,
the prairies, the deserts. You dig it up, you take everything sacred from the ground. You kill everything precious from the
Earth, from the surface, from the waters, from the air. It is as if given the most precious gift and ripping it to shreds.
Love your mother, love your Mother Earth, love your brothers and sisters the animal people. Love the ground, love the earth
that your bodies walk upon, it gives you nourishment, it gives you water to drink and food to eat. You do not appreciate a
place to lay your head down to rest your mind, your body, your soul. The Spirit has no rest, be kind to Mother Earth and let
"Her" Spirit rest and your Spirit will rest. The Spirits of all that have gone before us are weeping and crying wanting to
lie down and be at peace. Look and see when the trees snap, when the trees uproot, when the water rises and floods, when the
wind blows and rips things to shreds. Mother Earth is angry, not only angry but she is hurt, she is in pain as you are killing
her. She gives birth to you and what do you do in appreciation, everything you touch you destroy. The snow when it falls so
white and clean and so pure, the Spirits are trying to show you what this world can really be like. Gentle, loving, peaceful,
serenity but as with the trees snapping you have to break everything, you have to tear everything from the ground as a tree
uprooting. The flood waters trying to show you things do not need to be moved about. Let them be at peace, let them be at
rest where they were put for our enjoyment.
The Spirits are rising up, the Medicine Men, the Holy Men, the Great Warriors who have
gone before us are mounted and are on the war path, our old people in their graves are crying and wailing and weeping. Mother
Earth goes through the pain and agony of bearing you fruit, bearing you children, to love as our brothers and sisters the
animal people, the bird, the fish, the panther, the wolf, the deer, all the creatures of this Earth, of the surface, of the
trees, of the waters, of the air that are given to us to love not to slaughter, to be kind to, to bear children that you humans
bear, you do not even treat them with any respect. Listen and hear, look and see, touch and feel. Smell the freshness not
the destruction, feel in your heart that this is a gift of love, cherish all that Grandfather, the Great Spirit gives you.
Our Grandfather loves us, our Grandfather loves you whether you are a creature of the
mountains, the forest, the desert, the plains, whether you are a human creature or whether you are just a Spirit. A Spirit
will try harder, appreciate more, do not destroy
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"Appreciate"
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