The day that I came back from Ireland June 25 2015, I injured my left ankle. I was having a glorious walk with my family and puppies and I definitely was ‘high’ in Spirit (and not in my physical body) looking across at Ktichigaming (meaning big lake for Lake Superior). I did not see the difference in the height of the bicycle path and the ground. When I stepped off the bicycle path, I rolled my ankle and unfortunately my ankle took all the pressure from my body weight. The ligaments and a fragment of bone left me in a cast and crutches. Not the way I had imagined my homecoming. Once you get past the anger and frustration of doing something so harmful to yourself and realizing you manifested this whole situation, you get to a place where you appreciate the simpler things in life i.e. bathing, walking your dogs, making a pot of tea. My family and friends rallied to my side and I have been completely supported and surrounded by love.

This past week also marked the occasions of Canada Day on July 1 and Independence Day on July 4. As a promoter of unity among all tribes and a student of the medicine wheel, I feel compelled to share my beliefs and my opinions of this land that I call home. I did check in with my Elder, my mentor, the one who has guided me on this amazing journey since October 11, 2005, Norma Fawcett, a proud Anishnaabe-kwe (Ojibwe woman) and she encouraged me to speak up.

As you may or may not know, Spirit has asked me to spread my messages of love, kindness and the concept of ‘One Tribe’ to the world (hence my recent trip to Maui and Ireland). So this compulsion to share these messages comes from what some may refer to as a ‘calling’ or what I affectionately refer to as ‘whispers from Spirit’ (not to be confused with the louder and much more aggressive voice of Ego).

My main guide has been the ‘Grey Wolf’ who provides us with many universal teachings which rise above any fears, beliefs or borders. She grounds us with her positive messages about love, kindness, sharing and caring and insists upon harmony among all peoples as demonstrated by the medicine wheel given to us by the Creator. The four colors of the medicine wheel that I practice represent the four largest cultures on earth, i.e. yellow in the east for our Asian brother and sisters; red in the south for our Indigenous brothers and sisters; black in the west for our Black brothers and sisters; and, white in the north for our Caucasian brothers and sisters. Through the wolf’s social interactions with her brothers and sisters, she teaches us acceptable human interactions. Clearly from the original teachings of the medicine wheel (which I will share in another upcoming blog), I believe that it has always been the Creator’s intention for the four main tribes of Mother Earth to come together, to share together and to work together.

The medicine wheel teachings are supported in the legend of White Buffalo Calf Woman that I am sharing with you here. The following text (in italics) was adapted from “Return of the Bird Tribes” by Ken Carey (Talman Company, NY), 1988 and posted on this website:

The first time that I had the great honour of receiving this legend in writing was while I was in Ireland (thanks to a very good friend). I was sitting on the steps of our bed and breakfast, reading from Ken Carey’s book “Return of the Bird Tribes” and I caught myself more than once not breathing. Here are the words I have known intuitively but had not been able to find in writing. I believe that Creator brought all four tribes together on purpose. I also believe that the animals are also our relations and we should be respecting them as we respect our human brothers and sisters. I hope this teaching moves you as much as it moves me:

She came from the stars to many tribes, though each knew her by a different name. Two young Sioux braves first saw her walking barefoot across the plains, a beautiful maiden adorned in white buckskin, with an eagle feather in her hair.

Taken aback by her great beauty, one of the braves expressed his desire to lie with her in the tall prairie grass. The other spoke, “This is a sacred woman, a vision perhaps, not one to be approached in this manner.”

To his surprise the woman smiled at the lusty warrior and said, “Come to me. You shall have what you desire.”

And they walked off together hidden from sight in a whirling cloud of dust that sprang up around them. When the dust had settled, the woman remained; at her feet lay a corpse, alive with worms and buzzing flies. Then White Buffalo Calf Woman spoke to the one brave who remained: “A man who looks first to a woman’s outer beauty will never know her beauty divine, for there is dust upon his eyes and he is blind. But a man who sees in a woman the spirit of the Great One and sees her beauty first in spirit and truth, that man will know God in that woman. You were not blind to my beauty but your first thoughts were, “Who is this woman, what makes her face glow in the afternoon sun, what thoughts dance behind her flashing eyes, from what land does she come?”

“Have no fear, you too shall have what you desire. You and your friend symbolize the two paths that men can take. If first you seek the Great Spirit, you will find that what you need from the earth will come readily into your hands. But if you first seek to secure your earthly desires and forget the spirit, you will die inside.”

She then explained the first brave had lived many years, a full life in the swirling dust cloud, a life many would call good. However, he lived ever by his passions and had forgotten the Great Spirit and his own spirit as well. He contributed nothing to the Great Spirit, nor to womankind or the people of the plains. After a moment, the young hunter asked her who she was. Her gaze pierced him, then she replied, “I am the Spirit of Truth and the face of the Great Spirit your people have forgotten. Tell your chief to prepare a camp tonight that I may come to your people, to teach them sacred things that once they knew but no longer remember.”

The brave hurried to his tribe and the chief, after listening carefully, built the camp as she requested, convinced his people would receive teachings from one who lived amongst the stars.

That night, as she approached their camp, the people were amazed at how young she was. Without speaking a word, she walked seven times around the central fire; as her feet touched the sand, all who watched felt her prayerful reverence for the Earth. Few could look into her eyes. Those who dared saw pools of perfect blackness and saw themselves as they really were, naked and revealed. When she spoke at last, her voice was like the song of waters singing upon the rocks, like the song of birds calling above the meadows.

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Those, like the young man whose bones now lie underneath the moonlight, who think first of the sexual expression of this fire and only secondly of the spirit behind it, lock themselves into cycles of suffering and illusion. These cycles were unknown to you years ago, but now weaken your vitality and drain away your power.

White Buffalo Calf Woman then taught them to harness the power of this creative force and reminded the people of the Sacred Hoop and how to gather power and focus it within its circle of commitment. In the warm atmosphere of that circle, the power of love builds like a storm until suddenly the circle can hold no more and explodes in the conception of the new.

She pulled a burning branch from the flames and spoke, “My tribe is the Fire Bird, we are the Winged Ones of Heaven. Your people have forgotten the most precious thing, your connection to the Great Spirit. I have come with a fire from heaven to kindle again your memory of what has been and to strengthen you for the times to come.”

She drew a pouch from her side and took from it a sacred pipe. The bowl was round and of red stone; red for the pathway of the Sun. It represented the circle of the Sacred Hoop, the cycles of giving and receiving, of inbreathing and outbreathing, of living and dying … White Buffalo Calf Woman filled it with the finest tobacco and in that simple act, honored all the plant world.

She held the pipe aloft and addressed the people, “This pipe will help you remember that every breath you take is sacred. Your life is lit from that same fire that burns in the heart of the Great Spirit. Your flame, your individual human life, can light a greater fire … the flame of love in another’s heart and so bring consciousness to the Earth. Keep not the love that burns within you turned towards yourself and your desires but give away that fire, that it may burn bright in the helping of each other.”

The pipe was passed seven times; the first smoke honored the people’s highest thoughts, prayers and aspirations and was a breath of gratitude to the Great Spirit. The twelve eagle feathers hanging from the stem of the pipe allowed the tribe’s thoughts to fly high above the world of their little selves. The tribe was instructed to remember always that every living creature was a sacred being and to know this especially while mixing with other tribes whose ways were different from their own.

A second time the pipe was passed in love and reverence for the Earth, our Mother; for the grasses that clothe her and feed the people; for the rain clouds that fill the streams; and the blue skies that protect us all. The third passing thanked the four-footed ones and the feathered ones, the buffalo and the hawk and the fishes, and all the creatures of this good Earth. The fourth time the pipe was passed paid tribute to the many tribes of humankind and saw a blending of all the races into the harmony of the rainbow. When the pipe returned to her she paused ….”Honor all creatures as your sisters and your brothers for all are sacred parts in the body of the Great Spirit. Each one is holy. Live your life in harmony with the way of balance and you will know peace and joy. If ever your hearts should feel heavy within you then smoke a fifth time, asking for the guidance of the great beings of the spirit world. Ask that spirit to help you make the clearest choice. In time you will come to know that spirit as your own true self. When you invite spirit into your life, you help yourself far more than if only concerned with your own affairs. Human beings are not fully happy or healthy until they serve the purpose for which God created them.”

White Buffalo Calf Woman then explained how the sixth smoke was sent to the six people whom you would most like to see especially blessed. The seventh smoke must always be taken in silence; for it was offered to the Great Being from which all others sprang. For that sacred mystery at the source of life, it was better, she said, to have no words.

After the seventh smoke was completed, such a unity was felt by those present in the great teepee, it seemed in that moment as if there was but one present. In perfect stillness, the silence spread like warm water, dissolving the last traces of disharmony from the heart of the Sioux.

So to complete this circle, where I began with this blog, my love for this land began to be really evident to me when my first child was born. On that day, I had the sense of a drum beating in my heart. I can’t explain it or articulate it. I was only conscious of it. I also instantly knew that I needed to come ‘home’. Home to me was this land on Ktichigaming (meaning big lake for Lake Superior) together with Nanabijou (signifying the Sleeping Giant which is another sacred area). Again, I could not explain it or articulate it, I just knew that my Spirit needed me to come home.

Home to me is also this land which was misinterpreted as Kah-Nah-Tah (now known as Canada) by the visitors. The visitors asked what this land was called and through sign language, the Indigenous people thought they were asking about their home, not all of Turtle Island, hence the word Kah-Nah-Tah (as spoken by the Iroquois tribe). Regardless of what you call this land, it is very dear to me and I love it unconditionally. And I believe that it was meant for us to share this land with ‘all our relations’ (two-legged ones, crawling ones, four-legged ones, and winged ones).

Photo by Jonathan Coons.