The visions and ceremonies only made me like a whole through which the power could come to the two-leggeds.
BLACK ELKThe Universe is circles within circles, and everything is one circle, and all the circles are connected to each other.
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Everything an Indian does is in a circle, and that is because the power of the world always works in circles, and everything tries to be round.
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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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And when I breathed, my breath was lightning.
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He who is well prepared is he who knows that he is nothing compared with Wakan-Tanka, who is everything; then he knows that world which is real.
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The song and the drumming were like this: Behold, a sacred voice is calling you; All over the sky a sacred voice is calling.
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And I saw that the sacred hoop of my people was one of many hoops that made one circle, wide as daylight and as starlight, and in the center grew one mighty flowering tree to shelter all children of one mother and one father. And I saw that it was holy.
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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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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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Everywhere is the center of the world. Everything is sacred.
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The life of an Indian is like the wings of the air. That is why you notice the hawk knows how to get his prey. The Indian is like that.
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And as he spoke of understanding, I looked up and saw the rainbow leap with flames of many colors over me.
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Also, as I lay there thinking of my vision, I could see it all again and feel the meaning with a part of me like a strange power glowing in my body; but when the part of me that talks would try to make words for the meaning, it would be like fog and get away from me.
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It’s in the darkness of men’s eyes that they get lost.
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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.
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All over the sky a sacred voice is calling your name.
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