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The Horse of Many Colors

When stars still whispered to the earth below,
The Great Spirit shaped a steed to glow.
Its body bore fire, water, earth, and sky,
Four directions woven, never to die.

Feathers of ancestors crowned its mane,
Each mark a prayer, each breath a flame.
They named it Spirit Walker, strong and free,
Unbound by land, unchained by time’s decree.

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Its hooves like drums, the heartbeat’s song,
Carrying the people’s spirit along.
Its eyes held sorrow, yet strength was near,
Teaching that beauty grows through both joy and tear.

A bridge between worlds, from dusk to dawn,
Guiding lost spirits till shadows were gone.
It carried dreams in colors bright,
Reminding the living of their sacred light.

And so, when the people paint steeds with hues,
They honor the truth their elders knew:
That unity dwells where colors blend,
And within every soul, the worlds ascend.
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Full Bloods are dark skin majority of the time with distinctive facial features. Yes some were light skin but that's due to not being in the sun as much or through mixing. People act like they never seen our ancestors before. Sitting Bull was Dark skin. Tecumseh Dark skin. Crazy Horse Dark Skin. Russell Means Dark skin. Being Half blood is not a bad thing. People need to stop with this division and hate. If your native then your native period. Do you value your culture and actually embrace your people is what's most important.

19/09/2025

Preserving the map — does it keep the spirit alive, or just ease our conscience?

LOSS — FORGOTTEN — RESISTANCE
A map does not merely trace the land, it draws the spirit of the past.

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On this map, once-radiant faces now linger as silent portraits. Tribes that once sang and danced beneath the open skies, who told stories of the wind, the mountains, and the rivers — now their voices have faded. Each name, each symbol whispers of profound loss — of land, of language, of culture, and of countless lives.

Time, like a relentless wind, has swept away what was once sacred.
Many tribes now exist only in books, while others have been entirely forgotten.
No storytellers remain. No drums summon the spirits of the ancestors.
This silence — that is the greatest sorrow.

Yet, within that silence echoes a voice — resistance.
This map is not merely a relic. It is proof of existence, a testament to the will not to be erased. Today, Indigenous peoples continue their journey — preserving language, keeping traditions alive, passing down songs, and fiercely guarding their cultural flame.

Thus, this map is more than just an image.
It is a mirror of memory, a bridge connecting past and present.
It reminds us that history must never be forgotten.
Each time someone pauses, gazes deeply, and listens to what this map has to say, they help rekindle the flame of remembrance.

For as long as there are those who remember and honor them — nothing is ever truly lost.
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18/09/2025

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In Apache society, girls began intensive physical training around age 8, mastering horsemanship, endurance running, and survival skills alongside boys. While most women focused on traditional roles, some like Lozen and Dahteste became legendary warriors.
Lozen, called "right hand" by her brother Chief Victorio, combined combat skills with spiritual gifts. She could sense enemy locations through prayer and used these abilities to protect her people. Her skills at stealing horses from cavalry patrols and delivering babies under fire became legendary.
Dahteste fought alongside Geronimo, using her strategic mind and combat training to defend Apache lands. Both women proved instrumental in resistance efforts, challenging assumptions about gender roles in warfare.
Their legacy lives on as a testament to Apache society's practical approach to survival - where skills and ability mattered more than gender when protecting their people and way of life.
Sources: Eve Ball's "In the Days of Victorio", Laura Jane Moore's "Sifters, Native American Women's Lives", James Kaywaykla's oral histories

18/09/2025

Every Child Deserves the Dance of Joy

Every child deserves the sun,
to feel its warmth upon their skin,
to run freely in the fields
where the earth remembers their name.

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Every child deserves a song,
sung by ancestors in the wind,
a heartbeat of the drum
that tells them: you belong.

Every child deserves the dance,
feet wrapped in moccasins,
moving in circles of tradition,
their laughter echoing
like rivers that never end.

Every child deserves love,
arms that hold,
voices that soothe,
a place where tears are healed
and dreams are given wings.

For they are the fire yet to rise,
the guardians yet to grow,
the blossoms of tomorrow’s meadow—
and every child matters,
every single one.
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17/09/2025

The Real Story Behind “Rock-a-Bye Baby”
Many years ago, Effie Crockett, the older sister of Davy Crockett, visited the Muskogee Tribe to help some mothers. When she arrived at their camp, she was surprised and even laughed a little.
She saw something unusual — the tribe’s babies were not lying in cradles on the ground. Instead, they were gently tied and hung in small cradles from the branches of birch trees. Effie thought it was strange at first. But as she stayed longer, she began to understand.
The babies were high above the ground, safe from bugs, hot sun, and wild animals. As the wind blew, the trees rocked them gently — just like a mother’s arms. Each baby lay peacefully, watching birds, butterflies, and the dancing leaves. The fresh air touched their skin, and they smiled at the world around them.
Effie was deeply touched. One day, she saw a Muskogee mother looking at her child hanging in the cradle. The mother softly sang a song in her native language. As she sang, a tear fell from her eye.
Here is what the song meant:
> Rock-a-bye baby on the tree top,
When the wind blows the cradle will rock,
When the bough breaks the cradle will fall,
And down will come baby, cradle and all.
Effie wrote down the song and shared it with others. It became the lullaby we all know today — “Rock-a-Bye Baby.”
But most people never knew the deep meaning behind the song.
The Muskogee mother cried because she knew what the song truly meant. The “branch” holding her baby would one day break. Not from danger — but because her child would grow. He would outgrow the cradle, fall to the ground, and become strong enough to stand. One day, her baby would no longer need her protection. He would become a man.
The cradle falling was not the end. It was the beginning of his life’s journey.
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A Message to All
This lullaby was born from Native American love and wisdom. It reminds us that every moment is precious, that letting go is part of love, and that nature teaches us the gentlest lessons.
Honor the roots of this song. Honor the Native voices that carried its meaning in their hearts.

17/09/2025

L-R: Hairy Moccasin, White Man Runs Him, Curly, and Goes A Head, visiting the grave markers on the Little Bighorn battlefield in Montana - Crow - 1913

17/09/2025

The Land Remembers

Under the gaze of the full moon, three figures stood on a hill overlooking the endless forest — a man, a woman, and a young girl. At their side, a wolf watched silently, its eyes reflecting the wisdom of ages. The land beneath their feet was ancient, older than any map, older than any border drawn by human hands.

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The man, known as Gray Sky, spoke softly:
"They call us strangers on our own land. But the trees remember our names. The rivers still sing our stories. The wind carries the voices of our ancestors."

The woman, Willow Song, added:
"This land was never empty. It was never lost. It was taken, but it remembers. And so do we."

Together, they stood — not as trespassers, but as the first children of the land, as protectors of a truth that no law could erase. As dawn broke, the forest seemed to breathe with them, and the message was clear:
No one is illegal on stolen land.
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16/09/2025

Māori women's amazing culture:
She carved tattoos into her own chin not as decoration, but as a declaration. The lines of "moko kauae", the traditional facial tattoo worn by Māori women, marked lineage, status, and identity; etched proof of who she was and the ancestral power she carried. These women were not passive figures tucked behind warriors or chiefs; they were vital, vocal, and deeply woven into the very fabric of Māori society.
In pre-colonial Aotearoa (New Zealand), Māori women were the keepers of land rights, oral history, spiritual wisdom, and political influence. Their roles extended far beyond the domestic though caretaking and weaving were highly respected arts. Women presided over births and funerals, performed powerful incantations, and held land in their own names. Some were tribal leaders (rangatira), commanding respect and decision-making power, their mana (authority) rooted in ancestry, deeds, and spiritual strength.
Women were essential to the oral transmission of whakapapa; genealogy which shaped everything from identity to land rights. Through lullabies, chants, and storytelling, they kept ancestral knowledge alive. These weren’t just tales; they were maps, moral codes, blueprints for survival.
In the spiritual realm, Māori women carried "tapu" (sacredness). The birthing process was revered as a spiritual event, connecting generations and realms. Midwives held significant knowledge of medicinal plants, ritual, and ceremony. Some women acted as "tohunga" experts or priests; entrusted with sacred knowledge in healing, divination, and even prophecy.
Weaving was not simply craftwork. Through harakeke flax, women created cloaks and mats that held tribal narratives. Each woven strand told stories of migration, battle, and kinship. The most skilled weavers were honored artists and cultural archivists.
Colonization disrupted much of this balance. Christian missionaries introduced European gender roles that marginalized Māori women’s power. Land was taken, languages suppressed, and traditional roles distorted. Yet Māori women resisted some overtly, others quietly preserving language and custom in homes and community gatherings.
Today, a renaissance is underway. Māori women are reclaiming their stories, their "moko", their languages, their place. Leaders like Whina Cooper, who led the 1975 Land March, or contemporary artists, poets, and scholars have reignited the fire. From political chambers to marae (meeting grounds), Māori women continue to lead with fierce grace, honoring the legacy of those who came before them.

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