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Indigenous Wisdom Past, Atlanta, GA (2025)

07/12/2025

🦬 “Where the Feathers Fall, the Earth Remembers”(A tribute to the sacred bond between sky, spirit, and soil)
In the twilight between dream and waking,
a hand reaches from the heavens —
not to seize, but to bless.

It holds not a weapon, nor a word —
only feathers, white and soft,
tipped with dusk and dust,
woven with beads that remember stories older than stone.

Beneath this silent offering,
the bison roam — slow, steady, eternal.
Each hoofstep pressing into the memory of the land,
each breath exhaling a prayer in the language of thunder.

The sky is painted in violet flame,
as if the spirits themselves have gathered
to honor this moment:

A moment when what is sacred is not spoken,
but shown.

No one speaks here.
But everything listens —
the clouds curl like smoke from an ancient fire,
and even the wind carries respect.

This is not just an image.
It is a teaching:

The hand that holds the feathers
does not command — it remembers.
The herd that walks below
does not follow — it belongs.

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07/11/2025

🐻 “The Eye of the Bear”Look close enough — and the forest looks back.
You see only half a face,
but you feel the whole weight of the wild.

In that single, amber eye
lies a thousand winters,
a hundred wounds,
and one vow: to endure.

This is not the eye of rage,
nor of fear.
It is the eye of remembrance.

It has seen the stars fall
and rivers dry,
has watched the trees vanish
and footprints come and go.

It has waited.

And still, it watches.

Not with judgment.
But with knowing.
Because the bear remembers not only what was done —
but what was forgotten.

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07/11/2025

The White Buffalo is a sacred symbol for many Native American tribes. Its rarity and unique coloring make it a sacred creature. Their strong stance represents strength, purity, and spirituality. When a white buffalo is born, it symbolizes hope and renewal. Its appearance is said to signal a time of abundance, plenty and a time of spiritual awakening. White Buffalo is a gift from White Buffalo Calf Woman ❤(Art by LeFreik Art)

07/10/2025

For Those Who Walk with the Raven — Children of the Shadows and the ProphecyNot everyone is chosen by the Raven.
The Raven does not follow the paths where light dances easily, nor does it rest where loud celebrations rise.
The Raven flies toward the forgotten corners — into silence, into shadow, into the places within the soul where few dare to wander.

If Raven is your spirit guide, know this:
There is a piece of night stitched into your heartbeat — a place for unanswered questions, for buried memories, for truths hidden beneath the surface.

Those who carry Raven on their shoulders walk with both worlds:

One foot upon the cracked earth, beneath sunlit skies, among voices and stories.

One wing in the unseen — where the ancestors whisper, where dreams stir, where the unknown waits patiently.

The world calls Raven an omen of misfortune — but they forget. Raven is the keeper of thresholds — between endings and beginnings, between what lives and what rests beneath the soil.

It is said Raven brings the voices of those who came before.
But Raven also carries keys — keys to the unseen doorways, to paths only revealed to those who dare to sit in stillness, who face themselves when the light fades.

To carry Raven in your soul is to carry wounds that have scarred over, but still hum with quiet reminders.
It is to understand: darkness is not your enemy — it is your teacher, your mirror, your silent companion — shaping you to see the light when it finally returns.

If you are a child of the Raven — walk your path boldly. Seek, fall, rise again.
The ancestors follow your footsteps, and Raven — with eyes that pierce through both shadow and sky — will never let you stray too far.

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07/10/2025

🏔️ “The Last Watcher of the Peaks”(A spirit of solitude, instinct, and sacred elevation)
When the sun bleeds like sacred fire across the jagged ridges,
and the forest casts its long shadows upon a sleeping lake,
it stands - alone, but never lonely.

No one taught it how to survive among stone and snow.
No one showed it the hidden trails through storm and silence.
Because it was born knowing -
how to lift its head against the wind,
how to listen beyond the noise,
how to become a living symbol of wildness.

In the old stories of the land,
when a mountain goat appeared by the lake beneath the fire peaks,
elders would say:

“Something ancient is returning.
Something true is ready to be remembered.”

This creature brings no thunderous omens.
It brings clarity.

It does not leap like the deer,
nor roar like the lion.
But every step it takes
is as heavy as stone
and as light as skybreath.

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07/09/2025

🐻🌊 “The Spirit That Watches”(A tale carved in wood, water, and wildness)
There is a place where the river speaks in a forgotten tongue,
and the trees remember names older than fire.
In that place, the bear stands — not as a hunter,
but as a guardian of stories.

Behind it, a totem rises,
not for worship — but for remembrance.
Faces carved from cedar,
fish shaped from ancestral hands,
and a box with a smiling mask —
as if the forest itself once laughed and has not forgotten how.

The salmon leap not only through water,
but through generations.
They return upstream,
as if chasing a promise whispered by the first light.

And the bear waits —
not in hunger,
but in sacred patience,
knowing that every life taken must be honored
with more than just thanks —
with ceremony.

This image is not just art.
It is a map —
drawn in fur, wood, and water.
A map of how to live with the land,
not above it.

Each carved eye sees beyond time.
Each swirl of the stream carries not just fish,
but spirit.

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07/09/2025

“The Sacred Whale”In the beginning, when the world was still young and the oceans held the earth's secrets, there lived a whale, not just a creature, but a spirit of the sea. The elders spoke of how the whale carried the wisdom of the deep, passed down from times when the world was shaped by ancient forces.

Its song was not merely a call but a connection — a bridge between the living and the spirit world. It was said that the whale carried the souls of the ancestors, guiding them across the vast oceans to their eternal home. Each note of its melody was a reminder that all things, seen and unseen, were bound together.

The people believed that when the whale breached the surface, it was a sacred moment, a sign that balance had been restored. In its rise, the earth exhaled, and in its dive, it whispered the secrets of the deep. To see a whale was to witness a divine act — a glimpse of the spirit world in the natural world.

In times of doubt, when the land seemed heavy with sorrow, the people would listen for the whale’s song. It was a sound that carried their prayers across the waves, sending them into the realm where answers awaited. The whale was the keeper of their dreams and the bearer of their hopes.

And even now, when the ocean lies still and the stars reflect upon the waters, the people remember the whale. They know its spirit still swims in the currents, carrying with it the pulse of the earth, the rhythm of the universe. In every wave, in every deep breath of the sea, the sacred whale lives on.

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07/08/2025

“The Dragon Who Guards the Moon”Long before the sky found its name,the dragon rose —
not to conquer, but to protect.

Its scales carry ancient patterns,
its breath weaves silence,
and behind it, the full moon glows —
not chased, but cherished.

This dragon does not roar.
It waits.
Not out of fear,
but because it understands:

True power lies not in fire,
but in knowing when to be still.

Surrounded by lotus and cloud,
it reminds us:

What is sacred must be guarded,
not with force —
but with wisdom.

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07/08/2025

"The Calling of the Windy Peak"In the vast sky, the eagle flies,The wings spread out red like the fire of tomorrow.
Each pattern is the word of the Ancestors,
Touching the wind, awakening thousands of lands.
His eyes are bright as the moon on the mountain top,
Guarding peace, chasing away storms.
Curved claws, not for hunting,
But protecting the old path, the sacred call shines.
He does not sing - only roars with his soul,
A word that echoes forever and ever.
Carrying the soul of the mountains, of the forests,
He is the one who brings the word of heaven down to each.

07/07/2025

“The Gate Between Waters”They say the Blue Heron is not just a bird —
but a sentinel.
A watcher at the gate between the living and the lost.

When the fog rolls in from the ocean,
and the tide pulls like something ancient calling back,
that’s when Heron walks.

Not flies.
Walks.
One step at a time, across the still water —
as if walking on the breath of the world.

Long ago, a young soul died before its time.
It wandered the forest, unable to find the path to rest.
It cried out for the ancestors, but only silence answered.

Until one dawn, by the edge of the river,
it saw a tall blue bird, standing alone.

Heron turned its head.
Did not speak.
But began to walk… slowly… across the water.

The soul followed, unsure.
Each step, the mist grew thinner.
Each step, the fear faded.
And when they reached the far side,
Heron turned once —
and was gone.

There, waiting on the other shore,
was the light of the ancestors.
The soul had arrived.

The elders say:

“If you are ever lost — in grief, in spirit, in life —
and you see the Heron…
Follow it.
But only if you’re ready to let go.”

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07/07/2025

Salmon Fishing — A Journey Through Time with the River's FlowFlowing through sacred rivers, where the water embraces the riverbed, the timeless current of our ancestors still whispers in every breath. The salmon, with its sleek skin gleaming in shades of emerald, carries within it the story of a lifetime — from its humble beginnings in the womb of its mother to the many trials it endures in the cycle of life.

Every season the salmon returns, it is a sacred ritual. The hunters, those whose souls are intertwined with the rhythm of nature, seek not just sustenance for their bodies, but to reconnect with the divine, the eternal. Every cast of the line, every splash upon the surface of the water, is not merely a capture, but an act of honoring all that the river has bestowed.

In the traditions of Native peoples, the salmon symbolizes rebirth and strength. The hunters are not just takers, they are guardians of the flow — where the sacred and the earthly meet. For every salmon, when it leaps from the water toward the sky, it is like the spirit of the Native people, overcoming obstacles and striving for harmony.

The salmon is not just food. It is the connection between what has been and what is yet to come. It is a reminder that in this life, some things must be revered — the rivers, the fish, the generations past, and those yet to come.

With the river flowing endlessly, every season the salmon returns is a season of awakening, a season of continuity, where the hunters are not just providers, but the keepers of memory and faith in the powerful life force of nature. And in every leap of the salmon into the air, those who have passed before look upward, feeling the invisible force that binds earth and sky together.

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07/06/2025

The Tortoise's Journey: A Quiet Testament to Resilience and TimeIn the gentle silence of the world’s hum, there walks a creature whose shell carries more than just the weight of time—it bears the world itself. The tortoise, steadfast and ancient, is a living testament to the boundless resilience of the earth. Upon its broad back, a world blooms, rooted in the very essence of nature’s cycles. A tree stretches its arms toward the heavens, its leaves whispering stories of dreams and hopes, while dreamcatchers sway in the breeze, catching the desires of those who dare to wish.
This humble creature, the tortoise, is not just a bearer of the physical world, but a keeper of wisdom. It carries the weight of history, the songs of the earth, and the dance of the stars, all nestled within the folds of its shell. Its steady pace reflects the eternal rhythm of existence—unhurried, but ever-moving. With each step, it moves not just through space, but through time, carrying the universe on its back, guiding us through the landscapes of both the seen and unseen.

As it walks beneath the starlit sky, with the weight of a thousand worlds balanced upon its back, it whispers a quiet truth: sometimes, it is not the speed with which we move, but the steadfastness with which we endure, that truly defines the journey. The tortoise, a vessel of time, carries the world forward, not in a rush, but with purpose, its steps echoing in the heart of the cosmos.

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