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Native American Philosophy
A publication of The Red Pathway Learning Center & Foundation, Inc.
August 2002 - Volume 8.0
BOOK SIGNING CALANDER DATES:
Join Mahinto, author of the novel Wind Wolf Woman, for a pleasant afternoon at the following locations:
 Presented by the Red Pathway Foundation
(a non profit organization)
- July 10, 2002 5:30- 9:30,Desert Demonstration Gardens at 3701 Alta Drive.
- July 20,2002 12 noon to 5:00 The Psychic Eye Book Shop at 1000 Green Valley Pkwy Henderson, Nevada.
- July 27, 2002.The Psychic Eyes book shop at 6848 West Charleston, Las Vegas, Nevada
- August 3, 2002, B Dalton bookstore, Blvd Mall, Las Vegas, Nevada 12:00 to 5:00
- August 10.2002 B Dalton bookstore, Blvd Mall, Las Vegas Nevada. 12:00 to 5:00
- Aug 17,2002, B Dalton bookstore, Meadows Mall, Las Vegas Nevada. 12: 00to 5:00
- Aug 31 2002 B Dalton bookstore Galleria Mall Las Vegas, Nevada,1:00 to 4:00
- Sep 21 2002 Boulder Library Boulder City, Boulder Nevada Saturday 1:00 to 3:00
- Sep 21 2002 Boulder Museum Boulder City, Boulder Nevada Saturday 1:00 to 5:00
- Oct 19 2002 Red Rock Visitors Center/Museum Red Rock, Nevada Saturday 10:00 To 4:00
What makes an Indian Soul?
As a people we have seen too many movies and read to many books on the subject of the Indian. Our perception has been influenced by the media, no matter the tribe, all Indians must look alike and are expected to have long braids, brown eyes, dark skin, fringed leather, turquoise jewelry and beads. We seem to want them to follow the Hollywood scenario, always brave and stoic. This is far from the truth.
 In the early sixties many young people of all colors became disillusioned by the government, family, and religion. This led many to the reservations in search for a better way of life. A few learned the Indian ways and bonded with the people, while others were used, abused, and walked away in disappointment and shame.
Our temple is in the silence of nature, not a building. There are principles we follow, and this spiritual walk starts at birth. We learn to honor, respect, give loyalty and truthfulness in life as well as to the spirit world. Simplicity and solitude is in every prayer and this helps us feel the presence of spirit in every life force. The American Indian offers an appreciation for life. You can feel this in the drums, the songs, the ceremonies, but it was the Elders soft voice and gentle guidance that taught us the proper behavior, morals, politeness and generosity of spirit through their story telling abilities.
What is a soul? Where does it reside? Is it above? Is it below? Is it a race or color? Are all souls related? Does it have a status? When you are sleeping, do you have any of this to face? Does the soul give an inner peace? Isnít it strange that we as a people want peace and harmony yet, constantly fight for the right to express our limited opinions, only to find that a deeper part of our soul is calling to us to be fulfilled. Ponder these thoughts with an open mind. Consider searching the subject of a soul with new eyes so you can broaden your scope on soul knowledge.
What is life? Were you born to be rich or poor? Are you a taker or a doer? Has your life experiences blinded your trust in Wakan Tanka, God? Why is all memories erased from  life to life? Why is most of the world living in poverty and drudgery? Why such strife? What makes people falter? What creates failure? What happened to your ability to know right from wrong? Why does the human race fill their lives with heartache, depression, anger and fear? Why are we afraid to trust another? Why is our lives filled with confusion, mistakes and losses. If you are tired of being tossed and torn by the harsh storms of life, then why not change your thinking and stand in courage with your true convictions. Donít you think it would be wiser to use your negative life experiences to your benefit? Why not build your will and walk with Creatorís divine will. This will guide your soul to an honest road.
Long, long ago, the original people were once called the Pte Oyate, Buffalo Nation. In the beginning there were two humans, a male and a female. Ate, Father, and Hunku, Mother. They lived in the underworld where they serve the Sacred Beings, multiplying and eventually becoming a physical human.
It was Taku Skan Skan, (the motion in all life) who decreed all laws for the humankind to follow. This gift helps us see reality in its purest form, going far beyond illusions. With untainted eyes of awareness we can see the wisdom behind all of creation. Your Soul lives in and all around you. Your purpose is to merge the four part Soul into one and return to the sacred blanket of shimmering souls.
It was Inyan, the stone people who made our bones and encoded our DNA. From Maka Ina, Mother Earth, she provided her children with flesh. From Unk came controversy, she gifted the people with the waters, our blood. This particular dual gift controls our passions and discord. These original Sacred Spirits gave the human the four aspects of the soul, each part serving in its own unique principles, yet working separately for the good of all.
The four parts of the soul is connected to a direction on the Sacred Spirit Medicine Wheel. Through refining and re-defining the collective knowledge, we learned by our experiences so we may eventually return to our vision of truth.
The Nagi ( nah-khee), gifted from Taku Skan Skan, is a part of your soul who lives in the West door of the Sacred Spirit Medicine Wheel. It is called: The Spirit, the Ghost, the Shadowed Self or Double. This part of the soul, helps guide your conduct. It is unseen and powerless to change without your recognition. Most times it is lonely and in need of attention. If deprived of care, it is forced to live between worlds, predestined to walk the spirals of time. Although you may not see it, others can recognize this rejected part of the soul by the way you express sadness or self rejection through your physical actions. To reclaim this part of the soul, it takes prayers, love, nurturing, peace and harmony. It is your responsibility to heal this aspect of the soul and to freely share in your talents, skills and good fortune. This will keep the Nagi, free from greed, ego and envy.
The Nagila, (nah-khee-yah,) lives in the North. It is the divine energy that comes to us through Taku Skan Skan, yet gifted from the supreme sacred power, so you may journey as a part of Wakan Tanka. This is the awareness that comes from the purity of your heart, giving you the power of constant renewal which has existed before you ever entered the womb of matter. This divine part of your soul is seen in the visible and invisible worlds as a principle of moving energy, a life force that is recognized by your actions. This indescribable power allows your soul to ride upward as smoke coming from the proper use of the sacred pipe.
The Niya, (nee-yah,) exist in the East door of the Sacred Spirit Medicine Wheel. It is our breath, gifted to you by Tate, the father of the winds. It was he who gave breath to all mortals for their physical existence. Therefore, this part of the soul is the record keeper of all that you encounter, and is in the conscious mind.
As you walk through life, you will be met with many teachings to absorb or become absorbed through the denial of the lesson. No matter, the experience, each is stored within the breath as information and will be with you forever. All life forces use their experiences to learn how to see things more clearly. By learning to control the breath, you can manifest the sacred medicines through vision and dreams. As you continue your walk through life, the Great Spirit will allow more information to come to you as you become pure in heart. When you add this information to what is already stored, it will expand to your subconscious mind. From birth to death you are constantly enlightening the soul with meaning and purpose, bringing forth the power of memory from each mortal life and into every dimension of your existence. This knowing becomes very clear, particularly on what we once DID NOT understand.
The Sicun (See Shoong) lives in the South and means the intellect, intelligence. Wakinyan, the Thunderbird, gifted this part of your soul. This spirit was born through wisdom and foolishness which teaches you the duality of life. He has a two part personality, the good-natured Giant or Heyoka, or Contrar power.
Wakinyanís duties are to clean the filth from Mother Earth and remind all of her inhabitants to do the same. This dual spiritís signature is raw power. A power that can terrify any world. His weapons are the elements, earth, air, water, and fire. When this spirit places you on notice, it is definitely time to shape up your life. This means your actions, your thoughts, speech and deeds that are hidden in the storage files of the mind. When he goes to battle, he thunders with a booming voice as he spreads his tattered wings and flies across the land and seas destroying everything that is tarnished and wrong in his path. When he opens his one eye sending lightening bolts streaking across the sky, Wakinyan will destroy everything thatís not in balance with the laws of the Great Spirit.
The aspect of this part of the soul, gathers information while protecting the other three parts of the soul. In essence the Sicun is your conscious mind, that logical or illogical part that meets with all incoming information. It gathers and carefully sorts out each piece to find what is true and what is false. Believe me, the overall view is carefully scrutinized before it will allow any processing to touch the emotional body. Although it will allow mundane interpretations to be procured, thus directing the power of growth to be facilitated only through love, trust, compassion and change. This part of your soul is quite concerned with the perspective of all things, but can have a limited view, yet allow some growth beyond the womb. It will also allow you to breath certain life into things by developing your intellectual capacity. This part of your soul will protect you from evil, but will never allow you to escape the greater potentials of your life lessons.
The sacred power of the Sicun always give us choices. We know when we are good or bad. We know when we are over-bearing, rude, lie, steal, cheat, or just plain evil. We choose every life experience. We know our soul wants to be kind, giving, just, and fair. We all know that little voice that warns us from somewhere deep inside. Follow that instinct and stand in honor of that voice. I say: if you throw a rock in the pond and watch the ripples come back to the shore, know that pond is like your life. Repercussions come from your interactions with others. You create your world through choices.
Wakinyan, the Thunderbird, help you rise out of your ashes so you can build a good life. Give yourself the right to know real freedom. Fight for your survival, find your place in this world so you can search for all that you are. This will take commitment, much effort and prayer. Fix everything that is broken in you and make good changes. Find in you a freedom from your past severe experiences and become all that you are. Once you have a serene life, ask yourself; What are you going to do with the rest of your life?
I believe that all needs are met through prayer. This gives me the strength to travel beyond my earthly dilemmas. Many times my needs have placed my body flat to the ground, crying and praying from the depths of my soul for guidance. I always beg Tunkasheila, Grandfather, to hold me with a gentle hand and touch me with his wise words. I listen to the mystic past of my ancestors and feel the sweetness in the voice of peace. I reflect on these gifts that were left by my people and spend the time to grasp a deeper understanding of their ancient words. When I think of my ancestors and their loss of freedom, land and way of life, I honor the blood and fire that runs in my veins. It is this long ago past that tells me: Real quality of life is knowing the true self.
Join me each morning at sunrise. Together, shall we welcome Wi, father Sun, as he peeks over the horizon on his daily journey across the sky? I know his sacred gift is going to warm Mother Earth. It is his warmth that births the dormant seeds in mother earthís body which feeds and nurtures the earthly children. Without the sacred sun, their would be no life.
Join me at sundown: Shall we visit with the night Sun, Hanwi? Feel her gentle rays of light touch us affectionately while soothing away the days stress. Feel her generosity as she offers us another chance to learn through our dreams. This feeling will provide the intelligence to bring love into all desires so they can produce in the form of physical matter.
Let us sit together in silence as relatives. Listen intently to the whispering words of heartfelt prayer that resides in all nature. Shall we ask Wakan Tanka to let the human hear their inner voice, see reality and to kindly teach us how to touch all life with reverence so everyone can taste the sweetness of beauty? Shall we ask Creator to help us feel the goodness of who we are? These precious tools serve us as we build a truthful yet peaceful life in harmony. Shall we as brothers and sisters, honor the real wealth that rest in our soul?
Again I question; If you had the world, what would you do with it? If you have no destiny, where should you go? If you take the time to merge your four part soul into one, this is your richest of gifts from Wakan Tanka, God, so Iíve been told.
When humans were first created by the Great Mystery, each Sacred Being took part in gifting us a soul which embraces the Sacred Circle and laws of Wakan Tanka. We are connected to the visible and the invisible worlds, the above worlds, the middles worlds and the below worlds, the inner worlds and the outer worlds. At the core of this understanding is the true meaning of a soul.
We cannot change what we do not acknowledge. Our good and bad actions toward another will always cause an interaction, and from that action, repercussions will definitely be born back to you. No matter the belief system, the human race continues to travel a blind road seeking the meaning of a soul. There are many interpretations about the soul, yet vary through race, creed and color. We all follow a belief process to gain deeper understanding that defines Creator, God, the incomprehensible , but workable power of the Great Mystery.
When I was a little girl, my grandmother once told me a story about the hidden soul. It seemed, Creator sat holding a soul, pondering where he could place it without it ever being destroyed. He thought and thought before he made a decision: I could place the soul into the mountains, Nooo! The people would dig up the mountain to find it and this would destroy all the mountains. Again he contemplated: I could place it in the ocean. Nooo! The people would drain all the waters and make the land barren. Suddenly, he knew where to place the humans soul. He knew the human would never go inside themselves to find anything, so he quietly placed it inside of all humankind.
This teaching inspired me to build a strong relationship with Great Spirit. I knew that I must have courage to face a self seeking isolated journey alone, allowing no other to interfere with this secluded experience. The power of silence is the voice of Great Spirit. Prayer is recognizing immortality and the presence of spirit in the unseen and seen forces.
Each day we are touched by the gifts from our spiritual communion with Mother Earth, Father Sun and the Moon. These life giving powers demonstrate the highest expression of generosity. These divine gifts honor all life and is held close to our hearts and honored in all aspects of life.
Symbolically speaking, we see and feel life which creates a different way of thinking. When we journey through the ever-changing seasons of life we soon learn to embrace creation and destruction of the four elements, earth, air, water and fire. From the ancients of old prehistoric truth, spirit life exist in a dense forest. We can smell and hear it enter our soul. When we spend time on the open plains, we hear the history that is riding on the ever-blowing winds and sense every bush or blade of grass as we fill our lungs with the odor of wild growing sage.
When we climb a magnificent mountain and sit with its regal silence, it touches the soul. We visit the shores of the ocean, a river, a lake, a water fall, a babbling brook and only then, can we understand the subtle knowledge of long ago. We pick up a stone and think about the oldest of knowledge and the people who once walked on this land. There are many teachers in life who offer to educate the human pupil. The animals, the flying ones, the fin ones, the creepy crawlies, the green things, these are regarded as educators with a spirit power that can communicate with us, yet many humans never consider their symbolic wisdom. To expand further lets move our minds to the voice of the stars. They too, speak to us in a symbolic language. Look closely at their the ever-changing geometric patterns in the sky. When I sit with the sacred morning or evening star, it thrills me to see how gently it touches our horizon with its jewel-like radiance, offering the gift of hope as it urges us onward toward the hidden knowledge of the sacred. This encourages our instinctive powers to remove those concealed clouds of doubt that is hidden deep in the soul and turn our eyes inward to see ourselves as spirit not flesh.
 CHIEF SEATTLE
"Man did not weave the web of life - he is merely a strand in it.
Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself."
Chief Seattle, 1854.
In 1854, "The Great White Chief" in Washington made an offer for a large area of Indian land and promised a "reservation" for the Indian people.
Chief Seattle's reply, published here in full, to mark World Environment Day tomorrow, has been described as one of the most beautiful and profound statements on the environment ever made:
How can you buy or sell the sky, the warmth of the land?
The idea is strange to us.
If we do not own the freshness of the air and the sparkle of the water,
how can you buy them?
Every part of the Earth is sacred to my people.
Every shining pine needle, every sandy shore, every mist in the dark woods, every clear and humming insect is holy in the memory and experience of my people.
The sap which courses through the trees carries the memory and experience of my people.
The sap which courses through the trees carries the memories of the red man.
The white man's dead forget the country of their birth when they go to walk among the stars.
Our dead never forget this beautiful Earth, for it is the mother of the red man.
We are part of the Earth and it is part of us.
The perfumed flowers are our sisters, the deer, the horse, the great eagle, these are our brothers.
The rocky crests, the juices in the meadows, the body heat of the pony, and the man, all belong to the same family.
So, when the Great Chief in Washington sends word that he wishes to buy our land, he asks much of us.
The Great White Chief sends word he will reserve us a place so that we can live comfortably to ourselves.
He will be our father and we will be his children.
So we will consider your offer to buy land.
But it will not be easy.
For this land is sacred to us.
This shining water that moves in streams and rivers is not just water but the blood of our ancestors.
If we sell you land, you must remember that it is sacred blood of our ancestors.
If we sell you land, you must remember that it is sacred, and you must teach your children that it is sacred and that each ghostly reflection in the clear water of the lakes tells of events in the life of my people.
The waters murmur is the voice of my father's father.
The rivers of our brothers they quench our thirst.
The rivers carry our canoes and feed our children.
If we sell you our land, you must remember to teach your children that the rivers are our brothers, and yours, and you must henceforth give the rivers the kindness that you would give my brother.
We know that the white man does not understand our ways.
One portion of land is the same to him as the next, for he is a stranger who comes in the night and takes from the land whatever he needs.
The Earth is not his brother, but his enemy and when he has conquered it, he moves on.
He leaves his father's graves behind, and he does not care.
He kidnaps the Earth from his children, and he does not care.
OUR BIRTHRIGHT
His father's grave, and his children's birthright are forgotten.
He treats his mother, the Earth, and his brother, the same, as things to be bought, plundered, sold like sheep or bright beads.
His appetite will devour the Earth and leave behind only a desert.
I do not know.
Our ways are different from yours ways.
The sight of your cities pains the eyes of the red man.
But perhaps it is because the red man is a savage and does not understand.
There is no quiet place in the white man's cities.
No place to hear the unfurling of leaves in spring, or the rustle of an insect's wings.
But perhaps it is because I am a savage and do not understand.
The clatter only seems to insult the ears.
And what is there to life if a man cannot hear the lonely cry of a whippoorwill or the arguments of the frogs around a pond at night.
I am a red man and do not understand.
The Indian prefers the soft sound of the wind darting over the face of the pond, and the smell of the wind itself, cleansed by a midday rain, or scented with the pinion pine.
Everything is PRECIOUS
The air is precious to the red man, for all things share the same breath - the beast, the tree, the man, they all share the same breath.
The white man does not seem to notice the air he breathes.
Like a man dying for many days, he is numb to the stench.
But if we sell you our land, you must remember that the air is precious to us, that the air shares its spirit with all the life it supports.
The wind that gave our grandfather his first breath also receives his last sigh.
And if we sell you our land, you must keep it apart and sacred, as a place where even the white man can go to taste the wind that is sweetened by the meadow's flowers.
So we will consider your offer to buy our land.
If we decide to accept, I will make one condition - the white man must treat the beasts of this land as his brothers.
I am a savage and do not understand any other way.
I have seen a thousand rotting buffaloes on the prairie, left by the white man who shot them from a passing train.
I am a savage and do not understand how the smoking iron horse can be made more important than the buffalo that we kill only to stay alive.
What is man without the beasts?
If all the beasts were gone, man would die from a great loneliness of the spirit.
For whatever happens to the beasts, soon happens to man.
All things are connected.
RESPECT given and accepted
You must teach your children that the ground beneath their feet is the ashes of our grandfathers.
So that they will respect the land, tell your children that the Earth is rich with the lives of our kin.
Teach your children what we have taught our children, that the Earth is our mother.
Whatever befalls the Earth befalls the sons of the Earth.
If men spit upon the ground, they spit upon themselves.
This we know - the Earth does not belong to man - man belongs to the Earth.
This we know. All things are connected like the blood which unites one family.
Whatever befalls the Earth - befalls the sons of the Earth.
Man did not weave the web of life - he is merely a strand in it.
Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself.
Even the white man, whose God walks and talks with him as friend to friend, cannot be exempt from the common destiny. We may be related after all. We shall see.
One thing we know, which the white man may one day discover - Our God is the same God.
You may think now that you own Him as you wish to own our land, but you cannot.
He is the God of man, and His compassion is equal for red man and the white.
The Earth is precious to Him, and to harm the Earth is to heap contempt on its creator.
The whites too shall pass, perhaps sooner than all other tribes.
But in your perishing you will shine brightly, fired by the strength of the God who brought you to this land and for some special purpose gave you dominion over this land and over the red man.
That destiny is a mystery to us, for we do not understand when the buffalo are slaughtered, the wild horses tamed, the secret corners of the forest heavy with scent of many men, and the view of the ripe hills blotted by talking wires.
Where is the thicket?
Gone.
Where is the Eagle?
Gone.
The end of living and the beginning of survival.
MitakuyeOyasin, ( All my Relations)
 In early Spring and Fall, the family loves to play in the dirt. This spring we redesigned the back half acre. Well, the Mommie took out three dead cottonwood trees and trimmed the rest. We dug tree roots for days before we replaced the sprinkling system. The area was never level and this caused a drainage problem, so we brought in many truck loads of good dirt and sand. This physical labor went on for weeks.
Since this is my private place to play, I had to supervise these many changes. During this time, everyone suffered with the Las Vegas heat, temperature ranging between 105 to 120 degrees. The Mommie insisted that I stay in the cool house, but being a wolf I refused. There were times I was exhausted from the heat and spent time in the pool to cool off. Naturally being a knowledgeable wolf, I rolled in the dirt to stay cool and continued to get in the pool. By late afternoon, it seemed the Mommie would become overly tired and grouchy. Naturally she would scold me for tracking mud and dirt into the house. Well, I wasnít the only one: She tracked in more dirt than I.
It was eight oíclock this early morning when the people arrived with the new plants and flowers. I was excited to continue our joint venture. I ran and accidentally hit the sharp hinge and ripped open my left side. Boy did that hurt. The people were very upset and tried to console me while my Mommie called the vet. Within minutes we were at the animal clinic. After a long discussion with the Doc, I was surrendered to exams, x-rays, shots and an operating table. I knew my Mommie would never leave me over night with strangers, so I kinda relaxed behind it all.
It was 4:00 that afternoon when I awakened, dressed in a tee shirt. Well, when I saw my Mommie swimming before my eyes, I was glad she was sitting on the floor stroking my body along with many soothing words. I tried to stand, but found I could not. She and my friend Marcia, borrowed a sheet from the Doc and placed it under my belly then carried me to the van. By the time I reached home, I was exhausted, drugged out of me mind and thatís when I gave in to the pain.
Since I refuse to sleep anyplace except in the Mommies bed, to my surprise, I found she and Marcia had made a ramp for me to get up on the bed. With much coaxing, I climbed into bed. For the following two weeks, I received loving care and room service. What really annoyed me was when the Mommie poked pills down my throat every three hours for two weeks. When I could no longer tolerate this situation, I developed a bad attitude that was immediately corrected with the Mommies harsh words. This really hurt my feelings.
Three weeks passed before I returned to the Doc to have my staples removed. Well I had enough prodding and poking! I refused to cooperate. For the first time in my life I was muzzled. Naturally I would PANIC. Donít people know you canít open your mouth to pant? I guess I became a little to harsh with my threats and growls for the Mommie. She grabbed me demanding that I wear this dumb thing around my mouth. I settled down and nervously waited for sixteen stitches to be removed. Once this was completed and I was no longer forced to wear tee shirts, I felt much better.
My friend Jake and I are beginning to play again. He tells me I look funny with all my hair shaved off on the left side of my body. But the other day, I glanced in the mirror to find my hair was growing back. I know in time I will be beautiful and strong again.
Oh yes, I over heard my Mommie say, its to hot to work outside. We will finish the back in the fall. Iíll let you know how it turns out.
 Oh my, oh my, here we go again more problems. We have had a very busy hot summer. The back yard is torn up, and there is no place to run and play. ShaTonga had a terrible accident and went to the hospital. Everyone was upset for weeks, especially the Mommie. When ShaTonga came home from the hospital, she whined constantly and yelled out in pain when she tried to move. Finally I had enough and growled and growled. One time, I even threatened her. The Mommie, felt it best that I stay with a friend for a few days.
This month my advise is to the humans. Donít expose your pets to hurting things. Make sure they have plenty of water. Watch for the heat, and never leave them outside or alone in locked cars. After all, our body temperature is about 10 degrees higher than a human. Take the time and talk with us. Touch gently us. That says; you love us. Sometimes when we wag our tail, it could mean we are a little apprehensive. You see, when you brought us home, you became our leader. Without a leader, we donít know what to do except wait for you. We are so thankful when you return. We run to the door to welcome you and then run away. We are trying to say: See how it feels when you leave us. Give us a few undivided moments and why not bring us a tidbit from the restaurant you visited. This will let us know you were thinking of us. I promise, this will keep harmony and peace within our relationship.
Since Iím back home, everything should return to normal. Not true. You know the book Wind Wolf Woman? Well, every Saturday afternoon, the Mommie leaves to go to a book signing at the book stores. I personally donít think this is necessary, but who can explain the thinking of a human. Although we do have a puppy sitter, itís not the same. What advise can you give us so she will not leave us ? Will you please Email your suggestions on this delicate matter.
This list of my friends could help you build a stronger life.
ANIMAL INSIGHTS
- The BEAR says, Vain words and heartless laughter brings days of useless sorrow.
- The CHICKADEE says, Build a song in your heart so the sun will always smile upon your dreams.
- The GOLDEN EAGLE says, Bless the blood in your veins so it will always remain pure.
- The BLUE BIRD says, Listen to the birds songs, and fill your heart with the sweet music of life.
- The HAWK says, The magic of the arrow will hit its target.
- The ELK says, Come from the heart and feed your soul.
- The RACCOON says, Take off the mask and find your real face.
- The BADGER says, Life is an inside job.
- The BALD EAGLE says, Attitude is Altitude.
- The OWL says, Learn to look at life with different eyes.
- The BEAVER says, Life is made to fulfill dreams.
- The WOLF says, You are simply amazing.
- The COYOTE says, We laugh to survive.
- The BARN OWL says, Life can be a Hoot.
- The BOBCAT says, Live with intentions.
- The COUGAR says, From a dark night songs of beauty can be born.
- The PRAIRIE DOG says, Calculated mischief is invigorating.
- The BUTTERFLY says, Dream and you will unfold your possibilities.
- The SPIDER says, Become a strand in the web of life.
Mother Earth says: Walk gently on my body, and I will sustain your endeavors.
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