The Water, the Sky and the Earth. part 4/5

A re-write

The Water, Sky and the Earth -chapter four

A Chapter by Coyote Poetry

The Water, Sky and the Earth.

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Red Fox war. Part four

“Africa and Native American Culture.
Life is a seamless cycle,
We are one with Nature.”
James Mannion

“If you drink and take pill.
Your body will deteriorate and
it will go back to the Earth sooner.”
Unknown

 

Sage is our protector. Chief Joseph blesses the house. He told them “Sage protects us against bad spirits and draws them out of our bodies and soul.” He smiled. “Sage can be made into tea being an antiseptic for allergies, colds and fever. A gargle for sore throats.
A tea to calm the nerves. Today we take a long walk to the ridge. To be with the Hawks and the Eagles. I will bring my special damiana tonic. Oldest cure I have at the cabin. I go to Mexico often. To collect the plants of the desert. Remember the plants are part of Earth. We must thank them for growing and healing our pain. I have a friend Don Francis. He lived near Hermosillo. He is 80-year-old. A healer and herbalist. He can tell and show you where to find the healing plants. He will tell you often. They talk to him.”

Red Fox was nervous. He asked the Chief “Did he have whiskey?” The Chief touched Red Fox forehead. “I have calea zacatechishi tea. Will downgrade the desire for the whiskey.”
He goes to the small kitchen. Boil the water. Adding dried herbs into the water. Little Wolf holds the hand of Red Fox. She whispered it will be Okay. She hymn a song. Coyote sat and watched. His Grandmother used many natural plants. She knew of many natural cures. Her favorite was for us kids. Honey and vinegar for pain and bruises. One spoon of honey and equal portion of vinegar. Mix together. Put on the wound (Not open) with a white cloth. Instant healing of pain and bruising in 5-10 minutes. Coyote missed being in her house. He was safe. He remembered her chanting beautiful songs to him as a child.
She was a beautiful Ojibwa woman.

Chief Joseph passed the tea only to Red Fox. The tea is very strong and sweet. He told them.”Calea zacatechihi have been used for many years. The users of the tea in Mexica call it bitter grass. Helps with headaches and depression. Some say makes you a better lover.” They all laughs. The Chief refilled the cup of Red Fox. He poured a cup for himself and for Coyote and Little Wolf. Red Fox wasn’t shaking anymore. He smiled. Got up and hugs the old Chief. Laughter of the four bring peace into the house. Chief Joseph handed them two containers. One with fresh water and the other with the damiana tonic.  Told them. “The tonic will open the mind. The damiana is a helper. If the great spirit allows.
Can heal and defeat demons in the mind and heart.”

They walked toward the falling sun in the west. The mountain was getting difficult to climb. As they got closer to the cliffs. The Hawks were on alert. Chief Joseph told them “There are much power in the plants and herbs. Need the proper steps to be able to see what the world is. Some plants can drive you crazy. Look at the people using LSD. They can’t handle the true visions caused by the fungus. When your eyes can see everything.
Your eyes truly open. You can become stronger or fall to the confusion and fear of the
next moment. The mescaline (Peyote) had taken many great people to the edge of death and death for many. When you see everything. The good and the bad. Your true spirit will come out. There must be a control environment when using the powerful plants.
Only a fool would use LSD and mescaline for fun. You see everything and something can scare you forever. The damiana tonic is a helper. Help to open up the mind and the heart. Can free us of the bad dreams.”

They reached the top of the mountain. The cliff they stood where  you could see for miles. The Chief told them. “This has been holy ground for us Native American for a thousand years. He point at some rocks in a circle. We will sit together on the rocks.”The Hawks were many now. Watching the four people. They flew above for a time and they watched from a distance. Chief Joseph lighten the sage. Blessing the ground and thanking the Great Spirit. He thanks the Water, Sky and the Earth. He told them to drink the tonic.
Little Wolf told them about her Grandmother. “She was forced into the white man school.They cut her long hair and they gave her a new name. She ran away from the school. She hid in the mountain with the Cherokees.”

Coyote told her the same thing happen to his Grandmother. “She couldn’t escape. Took years of pain and suffering. She would not speak of this time in her life. My mother told me. My Grandmother went crazy in her young days. She was lucky. My Step-Grandfather saved her. She still has a good and full life.”

 

They sat together and Chief Joseph began to speak. “Take 5 deep breaths. Hold them. The sixth breath hold for 10 seconds. Allow the tonic to gather the pain and suffering.  Hold it.” Red Fox fell to the ground. His eyes were wide open. He was screaming “Get down.
Get down William, Mcdonald and Davis. He screamed too damn late.” He tries to get up.
Coyote and Chief Joseph held him down. He is yelling. “F**k I can’t kill them all.”He awoke crying. He told them. “It was late January 1968. Camping at Khe Sanh. The Tet Offensive. We were over-ran. We fought and fought. So much f*****g death all around me.” Chief Joseph picked up Red Fox. He told them” Take five breaths. Bring the air into the body. Allow the holy ground to help in the healing. Take a deep breath and hold it.
Release.”

The Hawks were close now. This was their home. Chief Joseph light the sage. He thanks the Hawks and the Eagles for sharing their home. They walked quietly down the hill.
Red Fox told them. “First time I talks of the war to anyone.” Chief Joseph smiled.
Told them. “Somethings cannot heal. Some wounds are forever. Healing can’t take them away. We must learn from them. Learn to live with them. Men are foolish. Sending boy’s to learn death before life. The prime of their young lives. Learning death and killing.”The rest of the walk was in silence.

 

 

 

The Water, Sky and the Earth Little Wolf story Chapter five
A Chapter by Coyote Poetry
Part five.  A journey of one woman.

 

We must reach the end to understand what is really important. Why do man hate the and? Why does he desire to destroy all that is beautiful. Why are men consumed with fear and hate. Life is simple. Allow the children to fly free and touch their dreams.
Respect man and nature.  Earth is like our body. we need to protect and keep clean of pollution. ” John Castellenas/Coyote

Chief Joseph brought the oatmeal and bread. The pomegranate tea is tasty and cold. Little Wolf told Coyote and Red Fox. “I have my story. I left my  home. I was tire of living for nothing. Since my people sign the treaty of 1825 on the mouth of the Teton river.
We Cherokee have walks a line of being pissed off and only bad dreams. My grandfather, my Father and my Brother fought in the USA wars. They came home from great battles not celebrating like the great Cherokees who fought and protected their family and land. They came home filled with drugs and bad dreams. My Brother Paul White deer
was killed on the Cambodia border in 1966. My Father and Grandfather sat down and drank themselves to death. I was eight years old. My Father would sit on a bench near the tourist shop on the mountain. Dressed in feathers and a sign. $2.00 to sit and listen
to old Cherokee Indian. Tourist would take pictures and listen to his stories. His stories were beautiful. I sat at his feet. He has so many stories to tell to the willing ear. He would ask me often when he was drunk.  Why the Great Spirit allowed the great Earth to be destroyed and why did the Great Spirit abandon the Native Americans?
I had no answer. He drank the black velvet whiskey. He told me “Your Brother’s favorite was the black velvet.  Mother and me brought him home daily. He died the last month. Took ten years of a broken heart for the whiskey to kill him. I ran away to find a reason to be alive. I wrote down most of the stories left to me by my Grandparent and Parent. I will tell you my Father favorite.” Tears begin to fall for Little Wolf and Red Fox held her hand.

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Brother wind, Sister rain, Mother love and Father wisdom.

We are protected by Brother wind. Thousand years of war and hate.
We need only to climb to the top of a hill. We need to open our arms
wide. Allow Brother wind to heal and open our heart and mind.

Sister rain is a healer. When we are weak and afraid.
Her drops of rain drops will bring comfort and peace.
She heal the pain done to Nature with her caressing rain.
Sister and mother tears had cries for us for a thousand years.

Mother love is the gift all woman have to protect and love their
children. The love of Mother Earth is to safeguard of the planet.
Woman have greatest responsibility my Father told me.
He told me don’t be like him.
Protect and take care of our Water, Sky and Earth.
Allow the children to run free and their spirit to be able
to do great things.

Father wisdom it what men must do better.
He look to the sky. Bring his arms into a full circle.
Do a circle dance and chant for me.
Spreading sage around us.
He would bring me closer. Whisper.
Father wisdom must be passed on to his children.
We must be strong and never step backward.
Go forward and live well.”

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He smiled and he whispered. “Your Brother favorite line was. Be like a wild beast and not be afraid of what is  around the next corner. He gave you your name. He said you were like a wild wolf. Moving and struggling to escape. He gave you your name Little Wolf. He said you were not afraid and strong in heart. He told me often. He let the Great Spirit down. I told him the Great spirit would understand. and he would hug me. Told me to dance for him. He would tap the drums and chant and I would dance for him. Only time he was content at the end of his life was me dancing. My father at his death-bed told me. “You have great gifts and wisdom for your short time on this Earth. He handed me his sacred pipe and pig bag. (He called it because made out of pig skin.) I held the pipe and medicine power bag for 50 years. Now it is your turn.” He kissed my forehead. “Do a vision quest. Go West. Tell no-one. In the West the bad spirits can’t catch you. When I saw you two at the pow wow. I knew I found two confused men. I would be safe in my journey now.

Chief Joseph asked could he hold the pipe and the pig bag. He closed his eyes and does a silence prayer. He touches Little Wolf face and hair. “You have the protection of wise and strong ancestors. Your Father is at peace. He is beating a drum loudly with your Grandfather. Your Brother is dancing the sacred dance of peace and hope.” Little Wolf fell with falling tears into Red Wolf arms.

 

Chief Joseph told them. “We have a long journey. I will drive. We will take HW 25 to HW 198. HW 198 to HW 101. HW 101 to HW 2 in Mexico. HW 2 to HW 16 near Vecora and La Colorada. You will meet Don Francis. He is a teacher of the medicine men and Nagual
now for 50 years in SW Mexico and Texas. Early in the morning the long trip begin. After 4 1/2 hour drive.” They stopped and eat outside of Riverside, Ca. Red Fox is sweating. He asked Coyote why are we doing this?  I need a drink now. Chief Joseph poured into a empty coffee cup drink from a red cooler. Told Red Fox to drink please. Chief Joseph told them “This is my favorite tea. Mexican Tarragon. Relax your heart and mind. Grow everywhere.”

“Our bodies are the responsibility of the owner.
Put drugs and alcohol into.
We pollute our spirit.”

Red Fox relaxed and told them. “I’m hungry as hell.” They arrived outside of Vecora, Mexco. A small simple house with one truck in front. Chief Joseph told them. We have arrived finally. An old man and a young girl comes out to greet them. The old man introduced him self as Don Francis and the little girl as Silent Bobcat. I’m 85 years old and my little friend is 10. Coyote, Little Wolf and Red Fox introduced themselves.
Don Francis told them. “I have been waiting for you. I made my old favorite. Indian stew. Otherwise anything I had in the house into the pot. Please come in. My house in your home.” Little Bobcat watched Red Fox sad eyes. She took his hands. She told him. “Don’t worry warrior. I will take care of you.”

 

Chief Joseph smiled and whispered to Coyote and Little Wolf. “She was born too wise and strong in mind. Her parents are dead. Only one person was strong enough to care for the child. Her gift of learning and speech we are hoping will become stronger and her voice will protect the Water, Sky and the Earth.”

 

Coyote

Author's Note

Just words.

Reviews

[sette]

that is what I am most curious about, the native american culture. it is a unique culture with fascinating events and stories to tell. I have read only three chapters of the story but will try to read the rest so that it will add to my learning. Good story John as always

[Coyote Poetry]

Native Americans life, like all places. Built on knowledge of living and learning. Every race hold great knowledge and they know. Need peace and family first. Thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[sette]

yes so with the race I belong to is simply different from the other races culturally speaking

[Coyote Poetry]

Every culture had history. I wished I traveled more. I wished I saw more places.

[sette]

it is not too late John come visit my country and you will not regret it

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

Yes we are responsible for our thoughts and our journey- heal or pollute- I often ask why does God allow these things to happen- the spirit knew what’s to come already- but yes it’s our will to choose right and to learn and pass on wisdom- beautiful 🌹

[Coyote Poetry]

If this world don't change. Poor Earth will pay the price. Thank you dear Kelly for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[‘Thoughts In Time’🌹]

My pleasure🌹