REC  #1    HATONN

SUNDAY, AUGUST 11, 1991  9:03 A.M.  YEAR 4, DAY 360

SUNDAY,  AUGUST 11,  1991

DEDICATION  AND  REMEMBERING

This is for my brother sent forth as the Great White/Red Wambli (eagle) of the Wakinyan (Thunder beings).  He is called Little Crow and he was sent to grow through his fledgling flight within that tribe known to you of Shan (Earth) as Lakota Sioux.  He was sent forth from the High Councils to speak and write the words of the Oral Traditions for the time is at hand to show you the way home.  He is called Little Crow for he sets himself not above you but stands in brotherhood to all who will see and hear the wisdom of the ages—to all who have FORGOT­TEN.  It is the time of Remembering.  You of this little Earth have slept too long and you have dreamed the dreams of the clowns and it is time to awaken that the vision might be fin­ished in this great cy­cle so that LIFE can begin again—renewed and a new dream un­folded.  The stage is worn, the actors weary and tattered, the spirit lies sick unto the dying—I petition you to not allow the passing of thine spirits to be in such confusion and pain in an existence of physical illusion.  To my brother, Little Crow, I bow my head in honor for it is a privilege to walk with you.  And in my highest presence—I am pleased for you, too, have been willing to serve in the human service.

This volume is specifically dedicated to the remnant of the An­cient Tribes who present today as the Red Brothers of the Na­tions.  To those who have always come before and are gone only af­ter.  They, too, have forgotten their mission and are caught in the storm of confusion and the winds that blow from all directions until a being cannot find his way.  He has fallen into the trap of the evil brothers who lay the traps and capture the spirit in every foul manner imag­ined.  They steal the very life spirit from the children and set them forth on a path of destruc­tion.  These ones, too, must find their way.

Worse for these relatives, the leaders have sold much of the sa­cred teachings and the speakings of the Sacred Mother/Grandmother (ina/kunshi, unci).  The children have al­most all forgotten the olowan (song) of the owanka wakan (a holy place).  They have blinded ishta (eye) and they have cre­ated kankakpa (opening a vein to bleed a patient) but they have not bled the patient for the Great Spirit’s healing—they have used the sacred life flow to carry the disease and drugs and alcohol of the fallen brothers unto their very Spirits (Nagi: spirit, soul, essence) and poi­soned themselves and their relations with the mni sha and mni wakan (wine and whisky).  They have turned from ptehicala huhu canunpa (buffalo-calf-bone pipe, the sacred pipe) and the red-stone sacred pipe in honor to the tate topa (the four directions of the universe) for again, their ishta (eye) has been blinded by the tricks of the heyoka (sacred clown).  They now forget to hupa gluza (raise one’s pipe) unto, hunka (ancestor), or Tunkashila and Kunshi (grandfather/grand-mother), or Ate (father).  They have turned to smoke the tobacco of the wa­sicun (white man) rather than the kinnickinnick (Indian tobacco) which once lifted up the spirit in the smoke unto the Great Spirit, the mahpiya (the heavens) in honor of peta owihankeshni (the sacred fire) to attach it to the earth (maka) so that Tunkashila would hear.  They forget the owanka wakan (a holy place, altar) and the sacredness of inyan (stone, pebble) and they forget their kola (friend) in their run­ning with the wasicun and forget that THEY are the root of wicasa (mankind/human being).  You have allowed the wambli to fall and become entangled in the mire of that which holds his talons and no one rises up to set him free so all stays trapped in the mire.

All that is within must come without that brotherhood can again come upon the Earth.  All must turn to the sacred power and Spirit within that Wakan Tanka (God/Great Spirit) can be heard and show the Light upon the red path home.  The wakinyan (thunderbirds) are come in the sil­ver clouds to lift you up into safety and mankind sees us not—for mankind has forgotten from whence they came.

Oh, say ye, “...but that is for the white man, the black man and not for ME.”  Nay—for YOU.  YOU have forgotten the way of woksape, woohitika, wowacintanka and wacantognaka (wisdom, bravery, fortitude and generosity)—YOU have forgotten that which the four eagle feathers mean and you have forgotten the “medicine wheel” of the Sacred Circle which is repre­sented by the sacred hoop, and the representation of the four directions.  You have for­gotten to honor the Buffalo which gave life to the wicasa (human being) in the sacred days, whose very skull rep­resents the traditional and spiritual life so that when you look upon it you are drawn to Wakan Tanka in honor.  And you have forgotten that in honoring your elders you honor your­selves.

This is the time for you who are the human beings, mankind—known as “natives” across the lands—to change and move ahead, instead of expecting others to lead you—for they will only pull you farther down.  You must return to the roots of your oral traditions for it will be through these Truths coming forth and the explanations given here in these unfoldings of Truth and ex­planation, and the traditional Oral Truths, never WRITTEN un­til now (that they might serve as history of a civilization in an ending cycle) that you will find again, balance and har­mony.  It is in the oral “Indian” tradition that the  world will be led out of the darkness into the Light.  This time, though it seems to not be so, the people are ready to listen—the world is scared unto death of the physical existence.

I choose not one tribe of Earth experiencing humans above that of another—ALL ARE ONE.  But the messenger is sent where the Great Spirit of All chooses to allow expression.  There are many great men but each has a task and this one is committed into the hands of Little Crow—who be YOU to choose another??

God is EVERYWHERE, not just in some appointed place that is far out of reach of everybody else.  Everything—rocks, trees, people—all, is SACRED.  You must come into the KNOWING that every object, and every person, is sacred and you must stop tormenting and hurting each other.

Little Crow did not grow up in his natural tribal village.  This was given to the be the “way it was and IS” that balance could be found in actions of the way “it must be”—for all, not just a few people in a given “tribe”.  He experienced the same pain and agonies, addictions and de­spair as any other human being in a world of confusion.  IT MATTERS NOT THAT WHICH YOU “WERE”—GOD SEES ONLY THAT WHICH YOU “ARE”.

The Earth is undergoing a painful period of purification and I tell you now, you of the world—THE AMERICAN “INDIAN”-SPIRITUALITY WILL PLAY A KEY ROLE IN RESTOR­ING PEACE AND HARMONY.  Indian spirituality has the answer and it is not just for Indi­ans—it is for everyone (MITAKUYE OYASIN).

Mankind must come to recognize his immortality (even if he would prefer it to be different).  He must realize that LIFE ex­ists even after devastating loss.  You must recapture the ability to look INSIDE yourselves for clues to the inherent wisdoms of your own creation.  In so doing you will reestablish your soulful balance and harmony with everything that you ARE...for you must turn about now and find yourselves squarely upon the Red Road unto God for the time of the changing is come.

You are approaching the time of the close of the summer and the beginning of the winter—do you not note the changes already about your lands?  This is the time of seasons when some of your gifted teachers and messengers will leave you for theirs is a task to be fulfilled upon an­other plane.  Some of your guardians have already gone from your place and you must honor them for their speakings will linger into infinity for all remains forever—ones with wondrous and befitting labels, Gentle Bear, Red Dawn, Standing Bear, who graced your presence and will be forever remembered by those they touched and into the genera­tions of those untouched in hu­man form.

Is it not wondrous to consider a Red Dawn traveling on through the wondrous adventures of timeless and spaceless adventure and vision?  Is it not wondrous to remember their gift and their going?  Is it not wondrous to sit and hold them in your memory as the fall turns into winter and you can remember their last great journey upon your place and into that of another and greater place of service.  There are ones, such as a one who might be called Red Dawn, who were the guardians of Truth and tradition who journeyed into the great valley from which he would never return in your own form.  These ones have watched well through this long night while man of Earth has slept and created his nightmares and demons—but these ones have never ceased their guardianship—some are returned to serve again—MAKE SURE YOU REC­OGNIZE THEM!  MI­TAKUYE OYASIN.

I  AM  WAKAN  TANKA,  ATON

I have sent your brothers to show you the way.  AHO.

The scribe is distressed for she, too, has fears of being unac­ceptable in service and she speaks no tribal languages so we falter in the words and in the placing of the alphabet symbols.  Do you see, chela (student), it matters not for there is the uni­versal language and the feeble fum­blings with physical words will soon have no meaning.  The ones who are to receive will be given to do so.  That which IS—IS!  There is no thing greater and no thing lesser—ALL—IS!  AHO.  May you of my beloved tribes ever remain within can glees (the sacred circle).  And, Little Crow, will you bless my child who efforts through all her living hours, to serve, with a dictionary?  She is some­how quite sure that God does not speak Sioux in perfection—I do not—for I am a perfect Wakan Tanka/Tunkashila, not a speaker of any language known upon your places of physical manifesta­tion—I need no language to speak to any of my Creatures nor any of Creation—save the human evolved from wisdom and Truth into confusion and ignorance!  So be it.

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