"Humankind has not woven the
web of life. We are but one
thread within it. Whatever
we do to the web, we do to
ourselves. All things are
bound together. All things
connected."

Chief Seattle

"My son, you are now flesh
of our flesh and bone of our bone.
By the ceremony performed this day,
every drop of white blood was washed
from your veins; you were taken
into the Shawnee nation... you were
adopted into a great family."

Black Fish, Shawnee,
recalling 1778 adoption
of Daniel Boone into
the tribe

"Sell a country! Why not sell the air,
as well as the earth? Did not the
Great Spirit make them all for the
use of his children?"

Tecumseh, Shawnee

"You have taken me prisoner with all
my warriors. I am much grieved...
I expected to hold out much longer
and give you more trouble before I
surrendered.
Black Hawk is now a prisoner of the
white man. But he can stand torture,
and he is not afraid of death. He is
no coward. Black Hawk is an indian."

Black Hawk, Sauk

"Will you ever begin to understand the
meaning of the very soil beneath your
feet? From a grain of sand to a great
mountain, all is scared. Yesterday and
tomorrow exist eternally upon this
continent. We natives are guardians
of this scared place."
Peter Blue Cloud, Mohawk

"Today is a good day to fight-
today is a good day to die."
Crazy Horse, Oglala Sioux

"Some of our chiefs make the claim
that the land belongs to us. It is
not what the Great Spirit told me.
He told me that the land belongs
to Him, that no people own the land,
and that I was not to forget to tell
this to the white people."

Kannekuk, Kickapoo prophet

war song

Let us see, is this real,
Let us see, is this real,
This life I am living?
Ye gods who dwell everywhere,
Let us see, is this real,
This life I am living?

This song is sung when a warrior goes out all alone on the warpath from which it is likeley he will never return.

WIND WALKER

Wind Walker. Be brave, when you look into your campfire. Look, you will find your wolf of nation’s dancing there. Look, you will find the thunder of your buffalo nation’s standing there. Look, you will find your lightning striking there. For you are, THE WOLF DANCER. Wind Walker. Be brave, when you look into your campfire. Look, you will find your black ravens hair of nation’s blowing there. Look, you will find the ghost of your father’s nation’s standing there. Look, you will find your war dance cloud, dancing there. For you are, THE CLOUD DANCER. Wind Walker. Be brave, when you look into your campfire. Look, you will find your war horse of nation’s standing there. Look, you will find your lance and shields of knowledge standing there. Look, you will find your nation’s bear of truth dancing there. For you are, THE BEAR DANCER. Wind Walker. Be brave, when you look into your campfire. Look, your sprit of nation’s fire standing there. Look, you are the thunder of the buffalo dancing there. Look, you are the flight of earth’s eagle. For you are, THE BUFFALO DANCER. Wind Walker. Be brave, when you look into your campfire. Look, you will find the feathered nation’s standing there. For you are, THE WIND WALKER.

Medicine Bag

Medicine bag made of leather Oh the stories you could tell. the young man becoming a brave or the brave becoming a great warrior. Each thing within has a story to tell of the person it belongs to. Whether a rock from somewhere they've been or a claw from brother bear, each has a story to tell about how it came to be there. The shaman has his bag with herbs to heal the body and soul and maybe it has a small token of a love once had long ago. Medicine bag made of leather, neck strap tied into life's circle. The bag is Mother Earth, she follows the circle of life as we all do, being born, growing up, growing old, then dying, then being reborn to start the circle once more.