THE RETURN of THE WHITE Birds, Animals, Mammals, etc, just like The Ancestors have told us

The Legend of The White Buffalo Calf Woman ~ 15 JUNE 2013
In the midst of the destructive flames at Royal Gorge a white buffalo calf
came into this world
Saturday June 15, 2013 at The Gorge Bridge and Park.

His name, appropriately enough, is "Smokey."

Smokey is shown here with his mother.

All the herd carries the white recessive gene and 25 percent are born white.
~ Annie Snead KOAA
Legend of the White Buffalo Calf Woman ~
The two young Lakota hunters watched the darkening skies
gathering before them on the distant horizon.
Their buffalo ponies, only used for hunting, snorted
and stamped their front hooves as they sensed,
and feared, the coming storm.
In the distance the hunters heard the sound of thunder rumbling
across the vast open prairie towards them.

“The storm is heading our way my brother.” White Feather said.

“This is not the time for storms.” Chasing His Horse said.
He studied the sky thoughtfully.
Knowing the destructive powers that a fierce storm could bring,
and the injuries it could cause to those caught out in the open,
he was now calculating whether they could out run it
and seek shelter until it passed.

“Maybe we should head back to the village?”

“We cannot return without fresh meat.” Chasing His Horse said.
He was still watching the gathering black clouds.
“Look,” he said.

Both hunters watched in astonishment, and some awe,
as a long black finger of swirling wind
reached down from the cumulus clouds
and carved its way across the plains towards them.
They quickly dismounted and kneeling beneath their ponies
watched the spectacle before them.

Within a very short time they were engulfed
by a high-speed violent wind.
The two hunters tried to protect their eyes
from the dust and debris whilst trying to hold their ponies
and stop them from bolting.
It took all their energy and strength to fight against the wind.
The sound of which screamed loudly in their ears,
as if taunting them.

Then as quickly as the wind had descended
upon them it passed.
The air became still and silent once more.
Standing up slowly and looking towards the direction
of the storm Chasing His Horse
noticed something moving across the ground towards them.

“Look!” Cried White Feather.

“I see it my brother.”

Rumbling across the ground at great speed was a white buffalo calf.
Both hunters felt the ground beneath their feet trembling
each time the hooves of the calf pounded the ground.
When it was but a short distance from them the buffalo calf stopped,
kicking up dust and dirt that shrouded it momentarily from their sight.
As the dust settled it stood impressively before them
watching the two hunters and waiting for their reaction.

“Maybe we should kill this calf and take it back to the village.” White Feather said.
The two looked at each other, pondering this thought,
and then they turned back towards
where the white buffalo calf had stood.

But to their astonishment they found not a calf
but the most beautiful young woman
they had ever seen standing before them.
She was dressed in white buckskins and had a bundle tied to her back.
The two hunters looked at each other again and then back at the woman.
Above the beautiful woman the sky, and the air around her,
were suddenly filled with bright lights and intense rumbling sound.
When silence had engulfed them once more one of the hunters spoke.

“I shall take this woman for my own,” White Feather suddenly declared,
for he was captivated by her beauty,
“I shall mount her and tame her.
I shall have my way with her and she shall learn to obey me.
I want her more than any other woman, and I shall have her,
she will learn to please me beneath the buffalo robe.”

“Do not speak like that,” Chasing His Horse said,
“for this is a Wakan Woman.”

“I shall still have her.” White Feather pronounced.

“Come and take me then.”
The beautiful woman declared.

Without another word White Feather
moved towards where she stood.
Chasing His Horse watched as his brother
strode purposely towards the beautiful woman.
As White Feather reached out to take her by the arm,
a thick black cloud quickly descended upon him
and encompassed him.
When the cloud rose up towards the sky again
it revealed nothing more than a pile of bones,
with snakes now slithering across them,
where White Feather had last stood.

Realizing the strong medicine of the woman before him
Chasing His Horse fell to his knees
and began to pray for the spirit of his lost brother.
Hearing his words the beautiful maiden listened
until he had finished, only then did she speak again.

“Go back to your people,” she instructed him,
“and tell them to prepare themselves for my coming.
In four days I shall bring them a sacred bundle.
They must, when gathered together,
and when they are camped forming a village,
do so in a circle, for the circle is sacred to me.”

Without another word she turned away,
and after only a few paces turned back
into a white buffalo calf once more.
Chasing His Horse, who was still kneeling,
watched as the calf moved away
and was suddenly swallowed by a large black cloud
and carried away with the storm.

When he returned to the village Chasing His Horse called
all the chiefs and elders together.
As they sat before him as he told them
what had happened on the hunting trip.
Some women sitting nearby, listening to the young warrior,
gasped audibly when he described the appearance
of the white buffalo calf,
and how it had then changed into a beautiful maiden.
How she had then turned White Feather into a pile of bones.

Standing up Chief Standing Hollow Horn then said.
“Let us prepare for this visit.
Strike down several tipi’s and place them as one so
that we can gather together to welcome this Wakan Woman.”

Following the instructions of their chief,
twenty-eight poles were used to erect the lodge.

As the sun rose on the morning of the fourth day
the entire village gathered together in the large lodge.
Dressed and painted in their finery,
they waited for the arrival of the White Buffalo Calf Woman.
They were seated in a circle, as instructed by her,
and the circle would become a sacred symbol for the People.

Above the village the sky darkened and a lone dark gray cloud descended towards them.
From this cloud out tumbled the white buffalo calf.
As it rolled along the ground towards the village
the white buffalo calf suddenly stood up
and became the beautiful maiden once more.
Singing a sacred song the White Buffalo Calf Woman
entered the village.

“Welcome.” Chief Standing Hollow Horn said.

“I am pleased that you have all gathered to greet me,”
the young maiden said,
“for I am the daughter of the Sun and Moon.
Now listen for I have much to teach you.
I shall spend only four days amongst you.
During this time I will teach you seven sacred ceremonies.
If you do, and use, everything that I now teach you,
then you shall all live-forever:
but first I have a gift for you.”

Before the People, the White Buffalo Calf Woman
took out the sacred bundle.
“Behold this and always love it. It is very sacred.”
Then she unrolled it before Chief Standing Hollow Horn,
who sat watching her with great interest.
For this was the first sighting for him, and his people,
of the sacred White Buffalo Calf Pipe.
She placed a small stone down upon the ground
and held the sacred pipe with its stem pointing to the sky.

Then she explained to the chief and the people gathered there
about the appearance of the sacred pipe.
How the earth was their Grandmother and mother,
which was reflected in the red stone
which made the bowl, upon which was carved,
in the center, the head of a buffalo calf,
this representing all of the four-legged,
who live upon the Mother.

“The stem of the pipe,” she continued,
“is made from wood, and represents all things that grows upon the Earth.
These twelve feathers, which hang from the stem, are from the Spotted Eagle,
and they represent all the eagles and the winged of the air.
All these things, and things of the greater universe,
are joined to all those who smoke the pipe.
Their voices, their words,
shall be carried to the ears of the Great Spirit.”

Now the White Buffalo Calf Woman touched the stem
of the pipe upon the small stone
that she had placed down upon the ground before her.

“The Great Spirit has also given you this red stone,”
she told them,
“it is made from the same stone as the bowl.
This represents the Earth, your Grandmother
and mother upon which you will live,
generation after generation.
This earth he has given you is red
for the two legged who live upon it are red,
and the Great Spirit has given you a red day and a red road.
All of this is sacred and you must never forget it.
Upon this stone are seven circles,
representing seven sacred ceremonies that I will shortly teach you.”

The White Buffalo Calf Woman now filled the sacred pipe,
lit it with a buffalo chip,
and as the People watched,
she held the pipe up
and offered it to the spirit of the sky,
then the earth and then the four directions.
Then she took in the smoke and before offering the sacred pipe
to Chief Standing Hollow Horn said.

“This is the pipe of peace and truth.” She explained,
“When men gather together their words will be carried to the ears of the Great Spirit.
All upon the Earth and Universe shall be brought together.
Remember this is the most sacred of all pipes
for I have brought it to you as a gift from the Great Spirit.
Therefore you are the first Keeper of the pipe.”
She said handing the pipe to the Chief.
“Ensure each generation knows of its existence,
choose wisely those who will follow you in ensuring of its safe keeping,
and remember I shall return for it at sometime in the future,
and the sign of my coming will be the birth of a white buffalo calf.”

Leaving the lodge she called the children of the village to her.
As the children sat around her she began explaining to them
the importance of caring for, and loving, the animals around them.
She taught the children, and the men and women of the village,
how they were all connected, the four legged, the winged and the two legged.
She informed the hunters on how they must conduct themselves when taking the life
of the buffalo and deer that nourished them.
She told them that they must live their lives in harmony with their surroundings.
Reminding them that the earth was their grandmother and mother,
and they must not change anything upon the land.
She reminded them that the animals of the earth, sky and water
were their brothers and should be treated as such.

“Always give thanks, and praise their spirits, when hunting them and the Great Spirit
will always provide you with all that you need.” She told them.

Everything she said, all that she explained, became clear to those that listened.
To the men and boys she became like a sister, to the women and girls likewise.

During the morning of the second day the White Buffalo Calf Woman
began instructing the People on the Seven Sacred Ceremonies.
She called together a selection of men from the village.
These men, she informed the chief and elders, would become Holy Men.
She would take them away to begin teaching them
the art of how to perform sacred ceremonies
so that the people could talk directly with the Great Spirit.

When they had traveled far away from the village
she ordered the men to make a clearing.
When this was done she instructed them
on how to construct a Sweat Lodge.
As the men worked she taught them to sing songs and chant prayers.
These were to be performed when they held their own ceremonies.
For this was the Purification Ceremony.

In the afternoon the White Buffalo Calf Woman
taught the Holy men the Healing Ceremony.
Showing them which wild herbs and grasses,
which roots and chewed pulp to use.
These mixtures, she informed them,
could heal all kinds of sickness and wounds.

When they returned to the village the Holy men were each received with new found respect and reverence.
In their honor, and to honor the coming of the White Buffalo Calf Woman
a celebration was held and a great feast was had.

During the third day the village gathered together
and were shown three important ceremonies.
These were the Marriage, the Naming,
and the Making Relatives ceremonies.
When she instructed them the White Buffalo Calf Woman explained
why each was important.

“The marriage ceremony is very important.
It is a way to show the love between men and women,
to ensure that the people, the Lakota,
continue through the birth of each generation that come
through the togetherness of man and woman.
The Naming ceremony, for the young of the nation,
is important because only truly beautiful names can be chosen,
in this way each and every one of them will become known to the Great Spirit.
The Making Relatives Ceremony is there to ensure that all children,
and those of different Nations, will always have a sense of belonging,
whether they are born through kinship
or whether they are found and taken in by the People.”

Next she took all the men, old and young alike,
away from the women and the village and with the help of the Holy men,
instructed them in the Vision Ceremony.
She smiled as the Holy men built their sweat lodges and heated their stones,
singing and chanting their songs and prayers as they worked,
and then gathered the men inside the structure so that they could be purified
and cleansed with the help of sage and steam.
Then she told the men that they must journey to the sacred Black Hills
so that they each might find their own Spirit Guides
who would help them in their Vision Quest.

On the morning of her fourth, and last, day the White Buffalo Calf Woman
then instructed The People upon the importance of the Sun Dance Ceremony.
She described to them all about the placement of the Thunder Pole,
the center of the universe, and how they must go about searching out the pole
and the way it was to be chopped down and brought back to the village.
How the men must fasten themselves to the pole and dance.

When she had finished the White Buffalo Calf Woman left the village.
The People were sad to see her go.
For in the short time they had known her they had come to love her.
When she was but a short distance from them the maiden changed into a white buffalo calf.
Bowing to the four corners of the universe the calf then disappeared over a distant hill.
The blue above them slowly turned bright red as their brother Sun sank in the evening sky
and the People knew this to be a sign from the Great Spirit.

Source First People

 

(The Legend of The White Buffalo Calf Woman is below this)~
In the midst of the destructive flames at Royal Gorge a white buffalo calf came into this world
Saturday June 15,2013 at the Gorge Bridge and Park.

His name, appropriately enough, is "Smokey."

Smokey is shown here with his mother.

All the herd carries the white recessive gene and 25 percent are born white. ~ Annie Snead KOAA
Legend of the White Buffalo Calf Woman ~
The two young Lakota hunters watched the darkening skies gathering before them on the distant horizon.
Their buffalo ponies, only used for hunting, snorted and stamped their front hooves as they sensed,
and feared, the coming storm.
In the distance the hunters heard the sound of thunder rumbling across the vast open prairie towards them.

“The storm is heading our way my brother.” White Feather said.

“This is not the time for storms.” Chasing His Horse said.
He studied the sky thoughtfully.
Knowing the destructive powers that a fierce storm could bring,
and the injuries it could cause to those caught out in the open,
he was now calculating whether they could out run it and seek shelter until it passed.

“Maybe we should head back to the village?”

“We cannot return without fresh meat.” Chasing His Horse said.
He was still watching the gathering black clouds. “Look,” he said.

Both hunters watched in astonishment, and some awe,
as a long black finger of swirling wind reached down from the cumulus clouds
and carved its way across the plains towards them.
They quickly dismounted and kneeling beneath their ponies watched the spectacle before them.

Within a very short time they were engulfed by a high-speed violent wind.
The two hunters tried to protect their eyes from the dust and debris whilst trying to hold their ponies
and stop them from bolting.
It took all their energy and strength to fight against the wind.
The sound of which screamed loudly in their ears, as if taunting them.

Then as quickly as the wind had descended upon them it passed.
The air became still and silent once more.
Standing up slowly and looking towards the direction of the storm Chasing His Horse noticed something moving
across the ground towards them.

“Look!” Cried White Feather.

“I see it my brother.”

Rumbling across the ground at great speed was a white buffalo calf.
Both hunters felt the ground beneath their feet trembling each time the hooves of the calf pounded the ground.
When it was but a short distance from them the buffalo calf stopped,
kicking up dust and dirt that shrouded it momentarily from their sight.
As the dust settled it stood impressively before them watching the two hunters and waiting for their reaction.

“Maybe we should kill this calf and take it back to the village.” White Feather said.
The two looked at each other, pondering this thought,
and then they turned back towards where the white buffalo calf had stood.

But to their astonishment they found not a calf but the most beautiful young woman
they had ever seen standing before them.
She was dressed in white buckskins and had a bundle tied to her back.
The two hunters looked at each other again and then back at the woman.
Above the beautiful woman the sky, and the air around her,
were suddenly filled with bright lights and intense rumbling sound.
When silence had engulfed them once more one of the hunters spoke.

“I shall take this woman for my own,” White Feather suddenly declared,
for he was captivated by her beauty, “I shall mount her and tame her.
I shall have my way with her and she shall learn to obey me.
I want her more than any other woman, and I shall have her,
she will learn to please me beneath the buffalo robe.”

“Do not speak like that,” Chasing His Horse said, “for this is a Wakan Woman.”

“I shall still have her.” White Feather pronounced.

“Come and take me then.” The beautiful woman declared.

Without another word White Feather moved towards where she stood.
Chasing His Horse watched as his brother strode purposely towards the beautiful woman.
As White Feather reached out to take her by the arm,
a thick black cloud quickly descended upon him and encompassed him.
When the cloud rose up towards the sky again it revealed nothing more than a pile of bones,
with snakes now slithering across them, where White Feather had last stood.

Realizing the strong medicine of the woman before him Chasing His Horse fell to his knees
and began to pray for the spirit of his lost brother.
Hearing his words the beautiful maiden listened until he had finished, only then did she speak again.

“Go back to your people,” she instructed him, “and tell them to prepare themselves for my coming.
In four days I shall bring them a sacred bundle.
They must, when gathered together, and when they are camped forming a village,
do so in a circle, for the circle is sacred to me.”

Without another word she turned away, and after only a few paces turned back into a white buffalo calf once more.
Chasing His Horse, who was still kneeling, watched as the calf moved away
and was suddenly swallowed by a large black cloud and carried away with the storm.

When he returned to the village Chasing His Horse called all the chiefs and elders together.
As they sat before him as he told them what had happened on the hunting trip.
Some women sitting nearby, listening to the young warrior,
gasped audibly when he described the appearance of the white buffalo calf,
and how it had then changed into a beautiful maiden.
How she had then turned White Feather into a pile of bones.

Standing up Chief Standing Hollow Horn then said.
“Let us prepare for this visit.
Strike down several tipi’s and place them as one so that we can gather together to welcome this Wakan Woman.”

Following the instructions of their chief, twenty-eight poles were used to erect the lodge.

As the sun rose on the morning of the fourth day the entire village gathered together in the large lodge.
Dressed and painted in their finery, they waited for the arrival of the White Buffalo Calf Woman.
They were seated in a circle, as instructed by her, and the circle would become a sacred symbol for the People.

Above the village the sky darkened and a lone dark gray cloud descended towards them.
From this cloud out tumbled the white buffalo calf.
As it rolled along the ground towards the village the white buffalo calf suddenly stood up
and became the beautiful maiden once more.
Singing a sacred song the White Buffalo Calf Woman entered the village.

“Welcome.” Chief Standing Hollow Horn said.

“I am pleased that you have all gathered to greet me,” the young maiden said,
“for I am the daughter of the Sun and Moon.
Now listen for I have much to teach you.
I shall spend only four days amongst you.
During this time I will teach you seven sacred ceremonies.
If you do, and use, everything that I now teach you,
then you shall all live-forever: but first I have a gift for you.”

Before the People, the White Buffalo Calf Woman took out the sacred bundle.
“Behold this and always love it. It is very sacred.”
Then she unrolled it before Chief Standing Hollow Horn,
who sat watching her with great interest.
For this was the first sighting for him, and his people, of the sacred White Buffalo Calf Pipe.
She placed a small stone down upon the ground and held the sacred pipe with its stem pointing to the sky.

Then she explained to the chief and the people gathered there about the appearance of the sacred pipe.
How the earth was their Grandmother and mother, which was reflected in the red stone
which made the bowl, upon which was carved, in the center, the head of a buffalo calf,
this representing all of the four-legged, who live upon the Mother.

“The stem of the pipe,” she continued, “is made from wood, and represents all things that grows upon the Earth.
These twelve feathers, which hang from the stem, are from the Spotted Eagle,
and they represent all the eagles and the winged of the air.
All these things, and things of the greater universe, are joined to all those who smoke the pipe.
Their voices, their words, shall be carried to the ears of the Great Spirit.”

Now the White Buffalo Calf Woman touched the stem of the pipe upon the small stone
that she had placed down upon the ground before her.

“The Great Spirit has also given you this red stone,” she told them,
“it is made from the same stone as the bowl.
This represents the Earth, your Grandmother and mother upon which you will live,
generation after generation.
This earth he has given you is red for the two legged who live upon it are red,
and the Great Spirit has given you a red day and a red road.
All of this is sacred and you must never forget it.
Upon this stone are seven circles, representing seven sacred ceremonies that I will shortly teach you.”

The White Buffalo Calf Woman now filled the sacred pipe, lit it with a buffalo chip,
and as the People watched, she held the pipe up and offered it to the spirit of the sky,
then the earth and then the four directions.
Then she took in the smoke and before offering the sacred pipe to Chief Standing Hollow Horn said.

“This is the pipe of peace and truth.” She explained,
“When men gather together their words will be carried to the ears of the Great Spirit.
All upon the Earth and Universe shall be brought together.
Remember this is the most sacred of all pipes for I have brought it to you as a gift from the Great Spirit.
Therefore you are the first Keeper of the pipe.”
She said handing the pipe to the Chief.
“Ensure each generation knows of its existence,
choose wisely those who will follow you in ensuring of its safe keeping,
and remember I shall return for it at sometime in the future,
and the sign of my coming will be the birth of a white buffalo calf.”

Leaving the lodge she called the children of the village to her.
As the children sat around her she began explaining to them the importance of caring for, and loving,
the animals around them.
She taught the children, and the men and women of the village,
how they were all connected, the four legged, the winged and the two legged.
She informed the hunters on how they must conduct themselves when taking the life
of the buffalo and deer that nourished them.
She told them that they must live their lives in harmony with their surroundings.
Reminding them that the earth was their grandmother and mother,
and they must not change anything upon the land.
She reminded them that the animals of the earth, sky and water were their brothers and should be treated as such.

“Always give thanks, and praise their spirits, when hunting them and the Great Spirit
will always provide you with all that you need.” She told them.

Everything she said, all that she explained, became clear to those that listened.
To the men and boys she became like a sister, to the women and girls likewise.

During the morning of the second day the White Buffalo Calf Woman
began instructing the People on the Seven Sacred Ceremonies.
She called together a selection of men from the village.
These men, she informed the chief and elders, would become Holy Men.
She would take them away to begin teaching them the art of how to perform sacred ceremonies
so that the people could talk directly with the Great Spirit.

When they had traveled far away from the village she ordered the men to make a clearing.
When this was done she instructed them on how to construct a Sweat Lodge.
As the men worked she taught them to sing songs and chant prayers.
These were to be performed when they held their own ceremonies.
For this was the Purification Ceremony.

In the afternoon the White Buffalo Calf Woman taught the Holy men the Healing Ceremony.
Showing them which wild herbs and grasses, which roots and chewed pulp to use.
These mixtures, she informed them, could heal all kinds of sickness and wounds.

When they returned to the village the Holy men were each received with new found respect and reverence.
In their honor, and to honor the coming of the White Buffalo Calf Woman
a celebration was held and a great feast was had.

During the third day the village gathered together and were shown three important ceremonies.
These were the Marriage, the Naming, and the Making Relatives ceremonies.
When she instructed them the White Buffalo Calf Woman explained why each was important.

“The marriage ceremony is very important.
It is a way to show the love between men and women, to ensure that the people, the Lakota,
continue through the birth of each generation that come through the togetherness of man and woman.
The Naming ceremony, for the young of the nation,
is important because only truly beautiful names can be chosen,
in this way each and every one of them will become known to the Great Spirit.
The Making Relatives Ceremony is there to ensure that all children,
and those of different Nations, will always have a sense of belonging,
whether they are born through kinship or whether they are found and taken in by the People.”

Next she took all the men, old and young alike,
away from the women and the village and with the help of the Holy men,
instructed them in the Vision Ceremony.
She smiled as the Holy men built their sweat lodges and heated their stones,
singing and chanting their songs and prayers as they worked,
and then gathered the men inside the structure so that they could be purified and cleansed with the help of sage and steam.
Then she told the men that they must journey to the sacred Black Hills so that they each might find their own Spirit Guides
who would help them in their Vision Quest.

On the morning of her fourth, and last, day the White Buffalo Calf Woman
then instructed The People upon the importance of the Sun Dance Ceremony.
She described to them all about the placement of the Thunder Pole,
the center of the universe, and how they must go about searching out the pole
and the way it was to be chopped down and brought back to the village.
How the men must fasten themselves to the pole and dance.

When she had finished the White Buffalo Calf Woman left the village.
The People were sad to see her go.
For in the short time they had known her they had come to love her.
When she was but a short distance from them the maiden changed into a white buffalo calf.
Bowing to the four corners of the universe the calf then disappeared over a distant hill.
The blue above them slowly turned bright red as their brother Sun sank in the evening sky
and the People knew this to be a sign from the Great Spirit.

Source First People

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27 AUG 2013
White Buffalo Day is August 27th, 2013
White Buffalo Teachings with Chief Arvol Looking Horse!
Read Teaching -
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White Buffalo Teachings with Chief Arvol Looking Horse (Video)

Hau Kola. Hello, friend.

I, Chief Arvol Looking Horse, greet you on behalf of the Pte Oyate - the Buffalo People, the First People, the Original People.
We come from The Heart of Everything That Is - the sacred Paha Sapa - known to most as the Black Hills of South Dakota.

We are the watchers.
We are witnesses.
We see what has gone before.
We see what happens now, at this dangerous moment in human history.
We see what's going to happen - what will surely happen - unless we come together:
we - the Peoples of all Nations - to restore peace and harmony and balance to the Earth, our Mother.

This new millennium will usher in an age of harmony - or it will bring the end of life as we know it.

Starvation, war, and toxic waste have been the hallmark of the Great Myth of Progress and Development
that ruled the last millennium.
To us, as caretakers of the Heart of Mother Earth, falls the responsibility of turning back the powers of destruction.

We have come to a time and place of great urgency. The fate of future generations rests in our hands.



Exerpts from White Buffalo Teachings * * *

When I was 12 years old, words of our ancient Prophecies were instilled in me by our Spiritual Elders of that time.
Those Prophecies concern drastic changes that would come to all life upon Mother Earth. These changes are here with us today!

Our Prophecies tell us that we are at the Crossroads.
We face chaos, disaster, and endless tears from our relatives’ eyes - or we can unite spiritually in peace and harmony.
It’s time to bring the Message of the urgent need for Peace, of creating an energy shift throughout the world.

As Keeper of the Sacred C’anupa Bundle, I ask for your
prayers for Global Healing. Our Mother Earth is suffering. Her wonderful gifts — the water, the trees, the air — are being abused. Her children — the two-legged, the four-legged, those that swim, crawl and fly — are being annihilated. We see such atrocities occurring everywhere.



Nineteen generations ago the beautiful spirit we now refer to as Pte-san win-yan (White Buffalo Calf Woman)
brought the Sacred C’anupa to our People. She taught the People the Seven Sacred Rites and how to walk upon Mother Earth in a sacred manner.
She said, "Only the good shall see the Pipe…the bad shall not see it or touch it."

She arrived among us in this way—

At that time, not long after the Flood, the People still followed the buffalo,
but they had forgotten the Creator and the teachings of the buffalo.
They were trying to control one another, be more than who they were.
The buffalo disappeared and the People were starving and crying.
They grew too weak even to move camp, and so they sent out scouts to look for buffalo or other game.
But always they returned empty-handed.

Then one day they sent out two scouts, who saw not even a rabbit the whole day.
Dejected, they started back to camp from their failed hunt, traveling through the woods and rolling hills,
northeast of the sacred Black Hills, just up the river from where I live today.....



We must comprehend in each of our hearts and minds the two ways we human beings are free to follow,
as we choose: the good way, the spiritual way
- or the un-natural way, the material way.
It’s our personal choice, our personal decision - each of ours and all of ours.

You, yourself, are the one who must decide. You alone can choose.
Whatever you decide is what you’ll be - good or bad.
You cannot escape the consequences of your own decision.
On your decision
— yes, on your own personal decision
— depends the fate of the World.

You can’t avoid it.
You must decide.
You personally - each of us personally
- is put here in this time and this place to decide the future of humankind.

Did you think you were put here for something less?


Did you think the Creator would create unnecessary people in a time of such terrible danger?

Know that you are essential to this World. Believe that. Understand that. You yourself are desperately needed.

This is the message that I carry to you as we stand at this Crossroads in history
— I, Chief Arvol Looking Horse, known also as Horse Man, Keeper of the Sacred C’anupa (pipe)
brought to the Lakota-Dakota-Nakota Nation by the Sacred White Buffalo Calf Woman nineteen generations ago.

Hau kola. I am honored to greet you. I honor your sacredness, your humanness.
I ask you to honor mine. It is good that we meet. Yes, good. Wasté! Mitakuye Oyasin.



When we say Mitakuye Oyasin — "All Our Relations" — many people don’t understand the meaning of those words.
The phrase Mitakuye Oyasin has a bigger meaning than just our blood relatives.
Yes, it’s true; we are all one human race.
But the word Mitakuye means relations and Oyasin means more than family, more than a Nation, more than all of humankind.
Everything that has a spirit.

The Earth herself, Maka Unci, is our relation, and so is the sky - Grandfather Sky
- and so is the Buffalo…and so are each of the two-leggeds, the four-leggeds,
those that swim, those that fly, the root nation, and the crawling beings who share the world with us.
Mitakuye Oyasin refers to the interconnectedness of all beings and all things. We are all interconnected. We are all One.



Don’t call us "earth-based," as if we worship the Earth. We don’t worship her. We honor her.
But to worship anyone, we, the Indigenous, will never do that. We humble ourselves to the sacred energy of all life knowing we are one.
We stand up when we address the Creator, we bow down and touch the earth, to acknowledge and give thanks to our Mother.

We see ourselves as part of the universe, part of all that is seen, and part of all that is unseen.
We recognize that we are no better - and no worse - than the grasses, the trees, the birds, the insects, the animals, the stars.

But we also understand that we humans are different. Each being of Creation has a unique role and place, and a specific task to perform.
Our Original Instructions tell us what our role is, where our place is, and what our task is as human beings.



Do you know your task? Unless you know it, and then perform it in this life,
you have strayed from the Good Red Road that The Creator - Wakan Tanka
- has given each of us to walk.

Even those who don’t know how will pray or meditate.
They will learn to contribute their energy. All people need to learn that within each of us, we have this ability and gift.

Yes, our life energy must be a gift for our future. Your life, my life, everybody’s life must follow your given path.

So pray or meditate. Follow your inner path and learn just how powerful you are and learn that you are a leader for your people, your family, your children, and the Mother Earth.



What happens within us happens in the World. We are the Message of the World. As we are and as we do, So the World will be.

When the people of all colors pray together with the Sacred C’anupa (pipe), or with any other sacred gifts given by the creator, even with just our natural spirit energy — without anger or resentment or prejudice — extremely powerful things can occur. When we do this with a good heart and in a sacred way we can - and will - change the world!

When you begin to believe in the sacred way of life, you will begin to understand the importance of the sacred sites, knowing that they are a connection to Mother Earth. You will understand the traditions and the ability to see the prophecies that were passed down through the generations of Ancestors, who lived in harmony. They had seen what was in store for their seven generations to come (us), they prayed we would re-find the "key" to harmony in understanding the Spirit of the Circle of Life. It is then that you assist in bringing health, prosperity and balance back to Mother Earth. That is human sacrifice and spiritual growth. That is the way. We as the Buffalo People believe in this circle of life, where there is no ending and no beginning. The process of mending the sacred hoop continues.....

Know that you yourself are essential to this world. Believe that. Understand both the blessing and the burden of that. You yourself are desperately needed to save the Soul of this World. Did you think you were put here for something less?......
Chief Arvol Looking Horse
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Responses to "White Buffalo Day 2013: To everyone who cares for peace."

1. 
   
   Anonymous says:
   August 27, 2013 6:15 AM
   Thank You
2. 
   
   Anonymous says:
   August 27, 2013 6:56 AM
   I've felt this Pain before
   but it was in a different place
   I've been insane before
   but then I had a different face
   
   Within the Hurt
   there shines a smile
   Within the dirt
   there cries a Child
   
   Each teardrop flowing
   ever after
   Each fear stops Knowing
   Heaven's Laughter
   
   The Goddess in our Heart
   is crying
   the Madness ever Dark
   is dying
   
   Oh, Mother, Please
   say All is Well
   and other Healing words
   do tell
   
   Remind your Children
   they must Care
   define your Ills
   then take us there
   
   Show us Where
   we've Died before
   Show us What
   the Crying's for
   
   We Know inside
   just what to do
   We Know the Lies
   could not be true
   
   We Know the Way
   but we are Lost
   We Know each Day
   could be
   
   Our Last
3. 
   
   Karen K says:
   August 27, 2013 7:02 AM
   Thank you so much for your wise words. A beautiful way to start the day and pause for reflection. There were words perfectly meant for me to hear today. Great video job also!
4. 
   
   Barbara Miller says:
   August 27, 2013 7:37 AM
   I believe that the world, every race has so much to learn from the sacred spirit way, if only they would open their eyes and see, open their ears and listen, open their arms to embrace it.
5. 
   
   Anonymous says:
   August 27, 2013 7:39 AM
   Thank You for reminding me of how I must be. Of how I want to be. Of how I will strive to be.
6. 
   
   automnbreeze guerrero says:
   August 27, 2013 7:46 AM
   thank u for helping everyone to wake up
7. 
   
   Charie Baby says:
   August 27, 2013 8:41 AM
   Namaste', I honor you.
8. 
   
   leroy darnell says:
   August 27, 2013 8:42 AM
   great wisedom; we should ALL begin to listen;learn; act for the betterment of all!!
9. 
   
   Anonymous says:
   August 27, 2013 9:06 AM
   My Heart was troubled until I heard these words.
10. 
    
    Lisa Hernandez says:
    August 27, 2013 10:08 AM
    
    Thank You I agree and believe this is true and what is needed for all of us and how I need to live my life as an example for others
11. 
    
    Anonymous says:
    August 27, 2013 10:13 AM
    A beautiful poem. We must start caring about our Mother again, if she dies we die with her. How can people be so foolish as not to understand this? May you be blessed this day.
12. 
    
    Anonymous says:
    August 27, 2013 10:28 AM
    inspiring words... now; how, when, where do we get the spiritual leaders from the four directions together in peace, love & harmony to pray for peace, love & harmony in the world today. somebody help...
13. 
    
    Tamara Vicere says:
    August 27, 2013 10:34 AM
    I Honor you with deepest love & light. Blessings
    Mystic Rising/ Tamara Vicere
14. 
    
    Anonymous says:
    August 27, 2013 10:50 AM
    The are three ways to heal this earth. one is by thought, but thought alone cannot do it. another is by voice, but voice alone cannot do it. still another is by action, but action alone still cannot do it. i want it to be better on earth; we all do. we can all do that... we need our spiritual leaders to unite together so that they may lead us in thought, voice, & action to speak as one. ie our heart & spirits need to unite literally not figuratively into one song for peace, for love, for harmony on earth.
15. 
    
    Unknown says:
    August 27, 2013 10:57 AM
    by my thoughts and actions I will honor the Great Mother each day. Thank you Chief, for your blessings.
16. 
    
    Anne Turnbull says:
    August 27, 2013 11:09 AM
    Thank you for the gift of sharing
17. 
    
    Anonymous says:
    August 27, 2013 11:21 AM
    Chief... the invitation for the white tribes to come help heal the native tribes was supposed to be in the lct paper 2 months ago. we missed the window. the black tribes are next & are already moving. the yellow tribes are still in prayer.
18. 
    
    Anonymous says:
    August 27, 2013 12:16 PM
    We should heed the words of Chief Arvol Looking Horse. He is wise beyond what we believe in this day.
19. 
    
    Jon Mark says:
    August 27, 2013 12:28 PM
    Thank you.
    we are all connected.
    It is an honor to be alive here, now.
    
    Thank you for sharing these words.
20. 
    
    Michael Fredde says:
    August 27, 2013 12:48 PM
    Thank you grandfather for your wonderful words. I pray each day that more will find this path that I now walk.
    Prayers are offered each day for Mitakuye Oyasin and especially our Ina Maka, the giver of life.
    Prayers are offered in hopes that my granchildren's grandchildren will be able to watch wanbli soar or see mahto catch fish
    from a clear mountain stream.
    Each of us have that power of prayer, to add our voice, our spirit to the cause of saving Ina Maka for future generations.
    When elders like you speak it only reinforces my commitment to pray harder. Thank you grandfather, thank you.
    
    http://www.whitewolfpack.com/2013/08/white-buffalo-day-2013-to-everyone-who.html

 

Jorgelito - Posted Aug 27th 2013

I do like this horse. So beautiful!


Thanks for sharing, Susan.

 

Private question:
where is the video ?

Answer:

here -- http://bit.ly/White-Buffalo-Day-2013-To-everyone-who-cares-for-peace-Video

 

(find 2 pics - insert)

A Ghost...............
A Piebald or Skewbald Anomaly..........
A genetic variation produces the piebald condition in white-tailed deer.
Piebald deer are colored white, black, brown similar to a pinto pony.
Many times they appear almost entirely white.
This genetic condition is rare with typically less than one percent of white-tailed deer being affected.
That is one in 10,000 or 12,000 deer Texas seems to have a particularly large concentration of piebald deer,
if one can call, once-in-a-lifetime sighting characteristic of a large concentration.
Most of us have never laid eyes upon a piebald deer, and might not believe what we see if we see one.
The animal is somewhat of a rarity, though a little more common than one might think.
This little fellow walked right past me on a game trail,
I had shrubs and a fence between us, we were about eight to twelve feet apart.
I couldn’t move much or I would have been spotted so........
in end, I sadly submit a poor quality photo……….
But………OMG!!!
It was so exciting, my mind said it was a goat……….
My eyes wanted to believe my mind ………..
But no………
It was a very small Buck…….
It looked kind of stunted…….
with two spike antlers….
My heart was pounding with excitement……….
So magical……..like a Unicorn or a Ghost Deer……
I felt very special and blessed…….
Like…. I really am Invisible sometime Somehow...........
I’m connected in nature
That.......... all of this has reason and meaning
Perhaps.......... A gift for my……… Good Works My Mother Blesses Me… ……………………
.Native American Folklore …………………..
Ghost of the White Deer ………………………
.A Chickasaw Legend
A brave, young warrior for the Chickasaw Nation fell in love with the daughter of a chief.
The chief did not like the young man, who was called Blue Jay.
So the chief invented a price for the bride that he was sure that Blue Jay could not pay.
"Bring me the hide of the Albino White Deer." said the chief.
The Chickasaws believed that animals that were all white were magical.
"The price for my daughter is one albino white deer."
Then the chief laughed.
The chief knew that an all white albino deer, was very rare and would be very hard to find.
White deerskin was the best material to use in a wedding dress,
and the best white deer skin came from the white albino deer with red eyes.
Blue Jay went to his beloved, whose name was Bright Moon.
"I will return with your bride price in one moon, and we will be married. This I promise you."
Taking his best bow and his sharpest arrows Blue Jay began to hunt.
Three weeks went by, and Blue Jay was often hungry, lonely, and scratched by briars.
Then, one night during a full moon,
Blue Jay saw a white albino deer that seemed to drift through the moonlight.
When the white albino deer was very close to where Blue Jay hid, he shot his sharpest arrow.
The arrow sank deep into the deer's heart.
But instead of sinking to his knees to die, the deer began to run.
And instead of running away, the deer began to run toward Blue Jay,
his red eyes glowing, his horns sharp and menacing.
A month passed and Blue Jay did not return as he had promised Bright Moon.
As the months dragged by, the tribe decided that he would never return.
But Bright Moon never took any other young man as a husband, for she had a secret.
When the moon was shinning as brightly as her name,
Bright Moon would often see the white albino deer in the smoke of the campfire, running,
with an arrow in his heart.
She lived hoping the deer would finally fall, and Blue Jay would return.
To this day the white deer is sacred to the Chickasaw People,
and the white deerskin is still the favorite material for the wedding dress.
~ Shared by: Puma Ghostwalker

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Very Rare : A gynandromorph cardinal: one half male, the other half female
Read Story - See Photos ===> http://bit.ly/Half-Male-Half-Female-Cardinal-Photos

 

A white lion and a tiger 'love story' creates 4 of the rarest and cutest cubs on the planet.

The world's first white ligers from a white male lion and white female tiger

A white lion and a tiger 'love story' creates 4 of the rarest and cutest cubs on the planet.

These adorable cubs may look cute and unassuming but they are in fact the rarest of their species – and could grow to be the biggest cats in the world.

The four handsome male ‘liger’ cubs are the first ever to be born from a white male lion and white female tiger, making them the world’s most unique big cats.

There are only around 300 white lions and 1,200 white tigers left in the world, so the cubs’ father, Ivory and mother, Saraswati, are extremely rare in their own right.

But now, having been brought together at Myrtle Beach Safari in South Carolina, they have produced the first ever white lion-tiger hybrids - commonly known as ligers.

There are around 1,000 ligers in the world – most in captivity – but none of them are white.



Born only six weeks ago, the young animals already weigh 15lbs and gain on average a pound in weight every day.

And the boys, named Yeti, Odlin, Sampson and Apollo, already have their own personalities.
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http://bit.ly/The-worlds-first-white-ligers-cubs-to-be-born-Photos

 

WHITE HUMMINGBIRD (IF IT WAS ALBINO, it would have red eyes)

PHOTO CREDIT: DAILYSQUEE.COM