January 30, 2006
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It is through the sacrifice of our fallen Brothers, that our voices are being heard. I wrote this of the Lakota in the epilogue of my novel, Wind~In~The~Grasses~Dancing. I believe it can also be said of the Buffalo. Therefore, I offer it in honor of all of our fallen Buffalo who have sacrificed themselves as warriors of the Buffalo Nation, that the voices of the People shall rise up in protest, that our remaining Buffalo relatives may live and prosper, and forever roam free.

THE SPIRIT OF THE LAKOTA
Though the names of many of those brave warriors who once fought so fiercely with Crazy Horse and Sitting Bull, were never recorded in the journals of history, we must never forget their sacrifice. Their courage. Nor their willingness and resolve to go beyond what is expected of any one man. Their wisdom in knowing when to fight. And when to be humble.
        The Spirit of the Lakota is as old as the mountains, and as nourishing as the streams that feed them. It is a voice. A heartbeat. The cry of the Hawk. The whisper of the wind. The sparkle of dew on a freshly made web. The crackle of lightning. The pounding of the rain. The thundering of hooves in the pristine snow. The turning of a stone in the water.
        It is the windswept prairie, where the herds graze, where the buffalo cows call their tawny calves to their sides. It is there in the moonlit sky. In the feathery breeze lifting the fragrant pedals of the wild rose. In the howl of the wolf. The flight of the geese. The Eagle, circling the sky. It is alive in every blade of grass sprouting forth from our Earth Mother, reaching upward, crying out from the very depths of her womb…
        The Spirit of The Lakota is alive. It is a rhythmic pulse, beating as a drum… Listen to its song… And dare to believe…

Terrie McClay
 C. 1995     
                                                                                       

 WHITE BUFFALO WOMAN

This is a central myth of the Plains tribes, especially the Lakota, or Sioux. It tells how the Lakota first received their sacred pipe and the ceremony in which to use it. It has often been related, for example by Black Elk, Lame Deer and Looks for Buffalo.

In the days before the Lakota had horses on which to hunt the buffalo, food was often scarce. One summer when the Lakota nation had camped together, there was very little to eat. Two young men of the Itazipcho band – the ‘Without-Bows’ – decided they would rise early and look for game. They left the camp while the dogs were still yawning, and set out across the plain, accompanied only by the song of the yellow meadowlark.

After a while the day began to grow warm. Crickets chirruped in the waving grass, prairie dogs darted into their holes as the braves approached, but still there was no real game. So the young men made towards a little hill from which they would see further across the vast expanse of level prairie. Reaching it, they shielded their eyes and scanned the distance, but what they saw coming out of the growing heat haze was something bright, that seemed to go on two legs, not four. In a while they could see that it was a very beautiful woman in shining white buckskin.

As the woman came closer, they could see that her buckskin was wonderfully decorated with sacred designs in rainbow-coloured porcupine quills. She carried a bundle on her back, and a fan of fragrant sage leaves in her hand. Her jet-black hair was loose, except for a single strand tied with buffalo fur. Her eyes were full of light and power, and the young men were transfixed.

Now one of the men was filled with a burning desire. ‘What a woman!’ he said sideways to his friend. ‘And all alone on the prairie. I’m going to make the most of this!’

‘You fool,’ said the other. ‘This woman is holy.’

But the foolish one had made up his mind, and when the woman beckoned him towards her, he needed no second invitation. As he reached out for her, they were both enveloped in a great cloud. When it lifted, the woman stood there, while at her feet was nothing but a pile of bones with terrible snakes writhing among them.

‘Behold,’ said the woman to the good brave. ‘I am coming to your people with a message from Tatanka Oyate, the buffalo nation. Return to Chief Standing Hollow Horn and tell him what you have seen. Tell him to prepare a tipi large enough for all his people, and to get ready for my coming.’

The young man ran back across the prairie and was gasping for breath as he reached his camp. With a small crowd of people already following him, he found Standing Hollow Horn and told him what had happened, and that the woman was coming. The chief ordered several tipis to be combined into one big enough for his band. The people waited excitedly for the woman to arrive.

After four days the scouts posted to watch for the holy woman saw something coming towards them in a beautiful manner from across the prairie. Then suddenly the woman was in the great lodge, walking round it in a sunwise direction. She stopped before Standing Hollow Horn in the west of the lodge, and held her bundle before him in both hands.

‘Look on this,’ she said, ‘and always love and respect it. No one who is impure should ever touch this bundle, for it contains the sacred pipe.’

She unrolled the skin bundle and took out a pipe, and a small round stone which she put down on the ground.

‘With this pipe you will walk on the earth, which is your grandmother and your mother. The earth is sacred, and so is every step that you take on her. The bowl of the pipe is of red stone; it is the earth. Carved into it and facing the centre is the buffalo calf, who stands for all the four-leggeds. The stem is of wood, which stands for all that grows on the earth.

These twelve hanging feathers from the Spotted Eagle stand for all the winged creatures. All these living things of the universe are the children of Mother Earth. You are all joined as one family, and you will be reminded of this when you smoke the pipe. Treat this pipe and the earth with respect, and your people will increase and prosper.’

The woman told them that seven circles carved on the stone represented the seven rites in which the people would learn to use the sacred pipe. The first was for the rite of ‘keeping the soul’, which she now taught them. The remaining rites they would learn in due course.

The woman made as if to leave the lodge, but then she turned and spoke to Standing Hollow Horn again. ‘This pipe will carry you to the end. Remember that in me there are four ages. I am going now, but I will look on your people in every age, and at the end I will return.’

She now walked slowly around the lodge in a sunwise direction. The people were silent and filled with awe. Even the hungry young children watched her, their eyes alive with wonder. Then she left. But after she had walked a short distance, she faced the people again and sat down on the prairie. The people gazing after her were amazed to see that when she stood up she had become a young red and brown buffalo calf. The calf walked further into the prairie, and then lay down and rolled over, looking back at the people.

When she stood up she was a white buffalo. The white buffalo walked on until she was a bright speck in the distant prairie, and then rolled over again, and became a black buffalo. This buffalo walked away, stopped, bowed to the four directions of the earth, and finally disappeared over the hill.

Tatanka
     by ErthAvengr

They stand majestic on the land,
Which Mother Earth provides,
And bring great strength to those who follow,
And where great honor presides
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Through time their gift of life and warmth,
Gives comfort for all days,
They ask to roam,
their freedoms right,
In peace to live their ways.
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The time is now for us to act,
To stand forth tall and strong,
To bring forth strength to help them back,
Help mankind right a wrong.
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The buffalo calf now born in white,
As prophecies come true,
The light of hope and peace will come,
The old world will renew.
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It takes us all, the colors four,
To work this Earthly gift,
As Miracle, the white born calf,
Has brought about this shift.
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The prayers and tears of Nations' hearts,
Have drummed the sorrows clean,
And now it's time to bring them back,
In strength,
the Buffalos' Dream.

 

MITAKUYE OYASIN!

Copyright 1997 ErthAvengr

The Buffalo (ya'-n'-s-si' or yansi)
by Donald Vann

The buffalo or bison is considered by many tribes to
be a symbol of adundance for it was the meat of the
buffalo that fed the people, the hides that provided
clothing and shelter, the bones and sinew provided
tools of survival.

In the Legend of the Sacred Pipe, the White Buffalo
Calf Woman gave the Sacred Pipe to the Sioux as a
caretaker for the Red Nation. This pipe held the power
of the Great Spirit. She brought the people a message
of peace and said that they would have good hunting
and turn into a great nation. The appearance of a white
buffalo is a sign that prayers have been heard, and
signals a time of abundance plenty.

"Buffalo Medicine" means to bring a special honor,
or appreciation for all of the things that the Earth
provides for her children. To use buffalo medicine
is to smoke the pipe in a sacred manner, and to give
praise for the richness of life to be shared with all.

If a child's name included the word "buffalo" in it, the
Indians believed that the child would be especially
strong and would mature quickly. If a warrior was
renamed after a vision or great hunting or war
accomplishment, and his new name included the
word "buffalo," it meant that the buffalo was his
supernatural helper, or that he exhibited the strength
of a buffalo, or that he was an extraordinary hunter.
In other words, the name described the powers of the man.

Societies named after the buffalo had the animal as
their patron. Holy men who saw buffalo in the vision
during which they were called to the practice of
medicine would seek thereafter to commune with
the Great Spirit through the buffalo.