Mother Earth is calling for all cultures to come together
in Sacred Ceremonies NOW to restore balance and harmony..

We humans turned away from our moral and spiritual principal which was to take care of our Mother Earth and all that is in it. We need to understand the warning of the Great Spirit before the Great Purification Day comes to destroy our world. We need to look at ourselves, who we are, and look at the life we are living. Nothing is a coincidence. Everything has a meaning here on our Mother Earth. We are put here for a reason. It is up to us people what we can offer our Mother Earth. Each of us has a talent, a gift to use on behalf of the people and our Mother Earth. We are here for all man kind and every living thing out there. We have struggling for a better world so our children will grow up in better circumstances than we did.

If we forget the teachings, or wander away or turn against or attempt to destroy, great sorrow will fall upon us. We will become sick at heart. We will lose our power. We will cease to dream dreams and see visions. We will quarrel among ourselves over worthless trifles. We won’t be able to tell the truth and deal with each other honestly. We will forget how to survive on our own land. Our lives will be filled with anger and gloom. And little by little we will poison ourselves with all that we touch. It was also said that the day will come when the people will awaken as though from a long drunken sleep, that we will begin timidly at first., and then with great urgency begin to search again for our sacred life.

The sacred life has always been guarded and preserved within the hearts and minds of our wise elders and gifted leaders, their humble and loving and dedicated souls will guide anyone who is honesty and sincerely seeking along the path leading to the protection of our sacred life. By believing in our Creator, we have shown that the power of the Creator is alive and working through us. As a gift the Creator’s gifts becomes a gift to many other people, and I truly believe, if we use that gift we can change and save more lives. You are a gift to me. You are a gift to each other. You are a gift to your family. Whether it be the one you were born to or the one you have adopted on your journey on the Red Road. You are a gift o your community. You are a gift to your nation and the world. We are special and unique in the lives of so many.

They say "think Indian" and you will help to preserve and to retain our native religious inheritance. Think Indian and you will revitalize your inner spirit, and you will learn to walk on your own and do things yourself. They say take charge of your attitude. Don’t let someone else chose it for you. In business, in family relationships the most important thing is Trust. Never underestimate the power of words to reconcile and heal relationships. Every person you meet knows something that you don’t. You learn from them. Don’t expect others to listen to your advice and ignore your example. Walk your talk.

These are the kind of the things, we should want to think about and talk about when we think about our people, our friends our brothers, sisters. Think about the people from where we come. For those that are not here, that love going to our gatherings, those are the things that we want to talk about. It is about love, caring, respect and honor. Those are the kinds of things we want to teach our children. Our forefathers have taught us well to continue these things as we hear our elders, our leaders, our MC’s, that give us good words of wisdom so that we can move on with our lives in a good way.

The Great Spirits teachings, which are: live simple and do not let materialism control your life, and to teach our children to respect each other. Make your attitude toward the environment a reverent one. Be in good humor. Do not be angry or have bad thoughts. Use wholesome words when taking too or describing people. Do not hurt others. Make a careful choice when opportunity arises. Be cautious. Guard against disturbing or loud noises or behavior. Recognize the form in which temptation comes and how it works. Anything that glitters with charm is temptation. Listen to our elders. Those wise teachings are the key to happiness, health and long good life. Be self sufficient. Do not depend on others for survival. Do not try to control or blame or trade blame. Love our Creator and do your best to please him.

Know that life will offer some disappointments but remember through those situations you become a stronger and more stable person. Don’t over look obstacles but work through them. Remember, we must be on guard constantly to avoid making these mistakes, Which is allowing our personal prejudices cloud good judgment. Worrying about things that can not be changed or corrected. Insisting that a thing is impossible because we ourselves cannot accomplish it. Refusing to set aside a trivial matter in order that important things be accomplished.

To make it in this world today, we have to be in tune with the times and that does not mean we are altering our standards. It just means that we have to live in this world as it is today. And now from bows and arrows, to guns and bullets, why choose against it? You are a tribal nation. Why die for one color? We are people of many colors. Why die young? Live your sacred purpose. Why flags,? marks, and graffiti? You are spiritually grounded. Why accept street names? We have naming ceremonies. Why fight each other to prove bravery? You were born a warrior and warrior woman. Why tattoo for identification? Markings are for ceremony. Why speak street language? You have a native tongue. There is no honorable future in joining gangs. Your future is lies in tradition, culture, and spirituality. was said by Wanetta Lone Wolf Ogalala Lakota Sioux.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YRa6-h447Wg  Dennis Smartt,  speaks at Papoose Meadows in remembrance of massacre of Paiute People, Orivlle and Dean Barlese, who is organizing ceremonies to change the Ruby Pipeline route also participated.

http://www.yosemite.ca.us/library/life_among_the_piutes/   by Sarah Winnemucca

In 1865 we had another trouble with our white brothers. It was early in the spring, and we were then living at Dayton, Nevada, when a company of soldiers came through the place and stopped and spoke to some of my people, and said, "You have been stealing cattle from the white people at Harney Lake." They said also that they would kill everything that came in their way, men, women, and children. The captain’s name was Wells. The place where they were going to is about three hundred miles away.

The days after they left were very sad hours, indeed. Oh, dear readers, these soldiers had gone only sixty miles away to Muddy Lake, where my people were then living and fishing, and doing nothing to any one. The soldiers rode up to their encampment and fired into it, and killed almost all the people that were there. Oh, it is a fearful thing to tell, but it must be told. Yes, it must be told by me. It was all old men, women and children that were killed; for my father had all the young men with him, at the sink of Carson on a hunting excursion, or they would have been killed too. After the soldiers had killed all but some little children and babies still tied up in their baskets, the soldiers took them also, and set the camp on fire and threw them into the flames to see them burn alive. I had one baby brother killed there. My sister jumped on father’s best horse and ran away. As she ran, the soldiers ran after her; but, thanks be to the Good Father in the Spirit-land, my dear sister got away. This almost killed my poor papa. Yet my people kept peaceful.

That same summer another of my men was killed on the reservation. His name was Truckee John. He was an uncle of mine, and was killed by a man named Flamens, who claimed to have had a brother killed in the war of 1860, but of course that had nothing to do with my uncle. About two weeks after this, two white men were killed over at Walker Lake by some of my people, and of course soldiers were sent for from California, and a great many companies came. They went after my people all over Nevada.

Reports were made everywhere throughout the whole country by the white settlers, that the red devils were killing their cattle, and by this lying of the white settlers the trail began which is marked by the blood of my people from hill to hill and from valley to valley. The soldiers followed after my people in this way for one year, and the Queen’s River Paiutes were brought into Fort Churchill, Nevada, and in that campaign poor General McDermit was killed. These reports were only made by those white settlers so that they could sell their grain, which they could not get rid of in any other way. The only way the cattle-men and farmers get to make money is to start an Indian war, so that the troops may come and buy their beef, cattle, horses, and grain. The settlers get fat by it.

During this time my poor mother and sister died, and we were left all alone, with only father. The two Indians were taken who had killed the two white men over at Walker Lake. It was said they killed those two white men because the soldiers had killed their fathers at Muddy Lake, but they had no right to say so. They had no proof.

Another excerpt by Sarah Winnemucca:

 Two little girls about twelve years old went out in the woods to dig roots, and did not come back, and so their parents went in search of them, and not finding them, all my people who were there came to their help, and very thoroughly searched, and found trails which led up to the house of two traders named Williams, on Carson River, near by the Indian camp. But these men said they had not seen the children, and told my people to come into the house and search it; and this they did, as they thought, thoroughly.

After a few days they sorrowfully gave up all search, and their relations had nearly given them up for dead, when one  morning an Indian rode up to the cabin of the Williamses. In those days the settlers did not hesitate to sell us guns and ammunition whenever we could buy, so these brothers proposed to buy the Indian’s horse as soon as he rode up. They offered him a gun, five cans of powder, five boxes of caps, five bars of lead, and after some talk the trade was made. The men took the horse, put him in the stable and closed the door, then went into the house to give him the gun, etc. They gave him the gun, powder, and caps, but would not give him the lead, and because he would not take a part, he gave back what he had taken from them, and went out to the barn to take his horse. Then they set their dog upon him. When bitten by the dog he began hollering, and to his surprise he heard children’s voices answer him, and he knew at once it was the lost children.

He made for his camp as fast as he could, and told what had happened, and what he had heard. Brother Natchez and others went straight to the cabin of the Williams brothers. The father demanded the children. They denied having them, and after talking quite awhile denied it again, when all at once the brother of the children knocked one of the Williamses down with his gun, and raised his gun to strike the other, but before he could do so, one of the Williams brothers stooped down and raised a trap-door, on which he had been standing.

This was a surprise to my people, who had never seen anything of the kind. The father first peeped down, but could see nothing; then he went down and found his children lying on a little bed with their mouths tied up with rags. He tore the rags away and brought them up. When my people saw their condition, they at once killed both brothers and set fire to the house.

Three days after the news was spread as usual. "The bloodthirsty savages had murdered two innocent, hard-working, industrious, kind-hearted settlers;" and word was sent to California for some army soldiers to demand the murderers of the Williamses. As no army soldiers were there just then, Major Ormsbey collected one hundred and sixty volunteers. and came up, and without asking or listening to any explanation demanded the men. But my people would not give them up, and when the volunteers fired on my people, they flew to arms to defend the father and brother, as any human beings would do in such a case, and ought to do.

And so the war began. It lasted about three months, and after a few precious ones of my people, and at least a hundred white men had been killed (amongst them our dear friend, Major Ormsbey, who had been so hasty), a peace was made. My brother had tried to save Major Ormsbey’s life. He met him in the fight, and as he was ahead of the other Indians, Major Ormsbey threw down his arms, and implored him not to kill him. There was not a moment to be lost. My brother said,— "Fall down and I will shoot over your head." But Major Ormsbey kept pleading for his life, and another Indian killed him.