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Woven Into The Wampum Belt

I Shall Stand On One Foot , Cover One Eye ,  
 
In Initiation , And Tell You A Story Of The Sacred
 
Hoop Of Creation And Seven Point Star Inside ;
 
I Shall Speak Of Two Columns , Number Symbols
 
One Equaling Spider And One Spiderweb , Eight  
 
In Each Column , Like Legs Of Spider , Which  
 
When Arced Into A Circle , Become Our Sacred
 
Dream Catcher , Which Cleanses And Purifies ,
 
Yet I Shall Speak , As If I Hold The Talking Stick ,
 
Speak Holding Talking Stick , Truth And Power ;
 
 
In My Hair Or Hat , Eagle Feather And Feather ,  
 
Guide And Power , Wise Chief Holds Up The Tree ,
 
Shaman Climbs Sky Pole , Or I May Sit By The Fire
 
Writing In The Smoke , Or In Inipi  , To Live Again
 
Watching Spirits Dance In The Dark , These Things
 
I Remember , And On This Earth I Walk Like Deer ,
 
As Best I Can , With Love , And As Wolf , I Teach ,
 
As That Is My Nature ;
 
And I Watched The Winged Ones , And They Taught
 
Me The Weather , And Many Things , About What I  
 
Have Yet To See , And Though , Crow Is The Law ,
 
Raven Is Magickal , And As I Saw Raven Turn White ,
 
Long Ago , And I Traveled Far To The Other Side ,  
 
For Now That Is Neither Here Nor There , It Is The Way ;
 
And So Two More Things , Before The Ceremony Is Ended ;
 
The Seven Pointed Star , Does Not Originally Reference
 
Our Seven Sacred Rites , It Is The Center Seven Realms
 
Of Our Sacred Tree ;
 
Now Some , Locked Into A False Mindset See That As Cube ;
 
We Know It As Sphere , Half Above Half Below This World ,
 
Yet Connected In Its Shape And Energy ;
 
Up , Down , Right , Left , Back , Forth , And Center Point ;
 
And If One Saw Inside , The Way The Poles Are Connected ,
 
Is Not Of This Realm , Yet Shifted , And That Is Why Those
 
Who Watch Us , Have Never Been Able To See Inside The Inipi ,
 
While We Are In Ceremony , Though Some Have Tried ;
 
 
Lastly , And When I Say This , Know This Has Been Forgotten ,
 
Yet Is True , From Before All Human Animal , Or Any Other ;
 
Our Two Columns Of Eight Number Symbols , Equal The Value Of :
 
*Other Side* , And This Is From Where I Speak Of These Things ;
 
 
And I Offer You This , With Sage And Cedar Blessing , Down The
 
Front , And Up Your Back Chanting The Old Words And Sounds ;
 
 
Mother Earth Becomes Mother Sky , Father Sky Becomes Father Earth ;
 
This Has Always Been The Way , Of Earth Renewal , As Those In A Land
 
Far From Here , By Not Our Names , But Theirs , In The Land Of Khem ;
 
 
And In Prayers , Sacred Smoke , And My Heart , We Of This Earth , Have
 
Earned This Day , As Ours , If Our People Can Only Remember ;
 
 
For We , In This Place , Have Earned It , Though That Battle , Though I  
 
Rattle The Gourd , And Beat The Drum , Shall Never End ;
 
 
May Hummingbird Bring Joy Into Your Life ;
 
Dream Well , My Friends !

Remember : We Are The Indigenous People !
Written by Blackwolf (I.M.Blackwolf)
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