It may be that some little root of the sacred tree still lives. Nourish it then, that it may leaf and bloom and fill with singing birds.
BLACK ELKI might have been less good to the people than some man who had never dreamed at all, even with the memory of so great a vision in me.
More Black Elk Quotes
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Everywhere is the center of the world. Everything is sacred.
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But if the Vision was true and mighty, as I know, it is true and mighty yet;for such things are of Spirit, and it is in the darkness of their eyes that men get lost.
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The visions and ceremonies only made me like a whole through which the power could come to the two-leggeds.
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It is not enough to have a vision. In order to have its power, you must enact your vision on earth for all to see. Only then do you have the power.
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They told me I had been sick twelve days, lying like dead all the while, and that Whirlwind Chaser, who was Standing Bear’s uncle and a medicine man, had brought me back to life.
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The power of a thing or an act is in the meaning and the understanding.
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If I thought that I was doing it myself, the hole would close up and no power could come through. Then everything I could do would be foolish.
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And while I stood there I saw more than I can tell and I understood more than I saw; for I was seeing in a sacred manner the shapes of all things in the spirit, and the shape of all shapes as they must live together like one being.
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All over the sky a sacred voice is calling your name.
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I looked below and saw my people there, and all were well and happy except one, and he was lying like the dead – and that one was myself.
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We should understand that the Great Spirit is also above all these things and peoples.
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Even the seasons form a great circle in their changing, and always come back again to where they were.
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But the Wasichus came, and they have made little islands for us and other little islands for the four-leggeds, and always these islands are becoming smaller, for around them surges the gnawing flood of the Wasichu; and it is dirty with lies and greed.
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I was four years old then, and I think it must have been the next summer that I first heard the voices.
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Hear me, four quarters of the world-a relative I am! Give me the strength to walk the soft earth, a relative to all that is! Give me the eyes to see and the strength to understand, that I may be like you. With your power only can I face the winds.
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