Black Elk Speaks: Being the Life Story of a Holy Man of the Oglala Sioux, The Premier Edition

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Es redzēju, ka baltie cits par citu nerūpējās tā, kā darīja mūsu cilvēki, pirms tika izpostīts cilts aplis. Viņi atņēma cits citam visu, ja vien varēja, un tādēļ starp viņiem bija tādi, kuriem bija ļoti daudz visa kā - vairāk, nekā tie varēja izmantot, kamēr ļaužu pūļiem nebija vispār nekā, un tie varbūt cieta badu. Viņi bija aizmirsuši, ka zeme ir viņu māte. Tā dzīvot nebija labāk par to, kā mēs dzīvojām senāk." (195.lp). The crimes of the white government and the settlers against Native Americans in terms of broken promises and a unfulfilled treaties loom large in this work. The violence used by the army to relegate the tribes to reservations is inexcusable and a stain in our nation’s history. I've made it to the half-way point, and the audio book is now on its way, too, but I had some interesting revelations of my own, while I was reading this important work. It's my favorite time of year, and I've got all the liquids in my cauldrons bubbling on the stove: soup, applesauce, Love Potion #9, and my standard Witches Brew (for poisoning). Ironically, 'Star Wars' would lead me to Joseph Campbell and comfort with the idea that there is a great deal encoded in our genes that invisibly effects our behavior.

Why read something that isn’t enjoyable? Where do you derive enjoyment and satisfaction, from learning, or from being blissfully unaware? With tears running, O Great Spirit, Great Spirit, my Grandfather, with tears running I must say now that the tree has never bloomed. A pitiful old man, you see me here, and I have fallen away and have done nothing. Here at the centre of the world, where you took me when I was young and taught me; here, old, I stand, and the tree is withered, Grandfather, my Grandfather! Therefore I am sending a voice Great Spirit, my Grandfather, forgetting nothing you have made, the stars of the universe and the grasses of the earth. I'm trained to be suspicious of stories like this: an old Lakota shaman decides to tell all about his previously secret visions to a white poet so he can write them in English and publish them. ??! But a shallow-digging internet search does not turn up anything suggesting against this, so okay.All of the metaphorical + verbal clichés used relative to the time period this was written in are extremely annoying to read repeatedly & makes this feel even more inauthentic & embellished than I already know it is. And I, to whom so great a vision was given in my youth—you see me now a pitiful old man who has done nothing, for the nation’s hoop is broken and scattered. There is no center any longer, and the sacred tree is dead. Neihardt, John G (1955). Ich rufe mein Volk: Leben, Traum und Untergang der Ogalalla-Sioux von Schwarzer Hirsch [Übers. von Siegfried Lang] (1st Germaned.). Olten: Walter Verlag. ISBN 3889775411.

Kā 4.rasei raksturīgais - indiāņi vienīgie šobrīd nav ar verga imprintu/programmu un arī vienīgā tauta, kurai nav alkohola sašķelšanās gēna - viņi pat no vienas glāzes neatiet un, kas ar to aizraujas, ir norakstīti cilvēki. Tout ce que fait le pouvoir de l'Univers se fait dans un cercle. Le ciel est rond et j'ai entendu dire que la terre est ronde comme une balle et que toutes les étoiles le sont aussi. Les oiseaux font leur nid en cercle parce qu'ils ont la même religion que nous. Le soleil s'élève et redescend dans un cercle, la lune fait de même, et tous deux sont rond. One of the stage presentations was the first 'paying gig' for Wes Studi, with the lead played by none other than David Carradine. [10] See also [ edit ] From the west you have given me the cup of living water and the sacred bow, the power to make life and to destroy. You have given me a sacred wind and and an herb from where the white giant lives --- the cleansing power and the healing. The daybreak star and the pipe, you have given from the east; and from the south, the nation's sacred hoop and the tree that was to bloom. To the centre of the world you have taken me and showed the goodness and the beauty and the strangeness of the greening earth, the only mother --- and there the spirit shapes of things, as they should be, you have shown to me and I have seen. At the centre of this sacred hoop you have said that I should make the tree to bloom.At the age of 9, he had his first vision of the power of the natural forces of nature from the four directions and saw the afterlife of his people. This vision changed his life. He felt duty bound to help his people and became a healer. Throughout his life, nature often brought him warnings of events on the immediate horizon. Indiāņi ir vienīgā pašlaik dzīvojošā tauta, kura ir pieredzējusi Mu kontinenta sadalīšanos pašlaik esošajos kontinentos, kurai ir atlantīdiešu zināšanas un galvenais - atmiņa par to visu.

Their connections don't stop there. They were not only two of the most famous people ever to put South Dakota on the map, but they both told their stories, for the first time, in print, in 1932. The theme of the book is perseverance and keeping an open mind. The Native American's had to go through a lot of tough times, but they could not just give up. This book shows the heart of who they were, and how they did not take things for granted. This book informs you of how the Indians loved life, but they were never treated fairly. The white men that came to them had such a narrow minded attitude they shunned thousands of people and ran them away from their home. They broke thousands of families, because they did not appreciate the Native Americans and all that they could do. Es lūkojos atpakaļ pagātnē un atsaucu atmiņā savas tautas seno dzīvesveidu, bet vairums vairs nedzīvoja tā kā agrāk. Viņi bija uzsākuši iet pa melno ceļu, katrs pats par sevi, ievērojot tikai nedaudzus savus likumus" (194.lp.) grāmata ir par Ziemeļamerikas indiāņu tautas nežēlīgas iznīcināšanas aculiecinieku stāstījumu par tautai liktenīgiem notikumiem 19.gs. otrajā pusē.Les Wasichus nous ont mis dans ces boites carrées (maisons), notre pouvoir s'en est allé et nous allons mourir parce que le pouvoir n'est plus en nous. His story and image were preserved and advanced when the Western poet John Neihardt wrote about him in the 1940s.