The Fourth Ascent

It would be difficult to argue that "sustainability" is not affecting the subconscious of a majority of individuals on the planet at this time. In fact, I would argue, no other concept has ever penetrated so many cultures as deeply as has the concept of sustainability.
It is not difficult to understand why this notion resonates with the human species at our present juncture. We all share a desire to sustain ourselves: a desire to survive and provide the means for future generations to thrive. Nonetheless, the nature of the word "sustainability" casts a shadow bigger than most of us would like to admit, because in order to fully understand what it means to be sustainable, we must be able to recognize its antithesis: everything that is unsustainable. We must face the shadow. How else can we expect to heal the planet?
In order to heal an emotional trauma or physical wound, we must first face the pain. If we fail to do so, the trauma or wound will fester and make us vulnerable to other ailments. A gash left untended will become infected, and eventually gangrenous. If we fail to address the root of an emotional trauma, we will experience stress, and are likely fall into patterns of blame and abuse. In like manner, if we fail to face the reality of the present state of the Earth's health and our own role in contributing to her sickness, then we run the risk of complete ecological collapse. Consequently, all of this talk about "sustainability" and "greening" would not serve any purpose, as we humans are entirely dependent on the web of life, the ecology of the planet, to survive; a fact that many of us have a difficult time remembering.
So what function is this sustainability meme serving right now? In many cases, it has been co-opted by corporations that, through many years of practice, have mastered the art of psychological manipulation to block our intuition and heighten our fears so that we are more easily susceptible to advertising campaigns, thus making us better consumers. We have been programmed into a box that tells us that we can buy our way out of anything, including ecological collapse.
But how could owning more stuff make us sustainable? I don't have to go into great detail about the underpinnings of our global financial system in order for anyone to understand that this is a fundamental lie. Sustainability has nothing to do with owning more stuff or having more paper in a bank account. Moreover, how could an economic system based on private ownership, mass production of goods, and the exploitation of people and natural resources sustain itself? Is it not also subject to the laws of nature? It hasn't seemed so as far as we can look back into history. But, if we choose to zoom out a little further we can see that the history of human life on this planet is just a blip on the spiral map of time. And look at how much we've been able to disrupt -- processes that have evolved over millions of years -- in less than 200 years since the dawn of industrialism.
This economic system cannot sustain itself. It is controlled by human interests rooted in a false perception of reality, one that sees us as separate from nature and separate from one another. That is to say, it is embedded in a materialist consciousness of man versus nature. It forgets that we are a part of the web of life that is crucial to maintain a balance to sustain. It is dying now because it has to by definition. It is unsustainable and it is the outline of the shadow we must face.
If the unsustainable elements within our systems are ignored, then we will fail to see what is truly needed in order to become sustainable. If we continue optimizing components of "sustainability" in isolation, we will ultimately threaten the stability of the whole system. When I mention the whole system, I am referring to the whole Earth system, that web of ecosystems that serves multiple functions in order to maintain a balance for mutual life support.
But rather than creating a list of the unsustainable elements within our current state of society, I urge the reader to consider the indigenous concept of "seven generations." Imagine that each decision you make is taking into account 200 years of future relatives. Our present society has become so fast-paced that most of us cannot imagine where we will be ourselves in two years, or even two weeks, so the idea of planning for the next 200 years could be quite the daunting task. But if we take a breath, and consider the current health of our planet, we might see that our busy lives probably don't need as much energy as we expel.
We are living at a time when our soil, which takes hundreds of thousands, and in some areas, millions of years to form by natural processes, is eroding at an alarming rate. We need healthy soil for food to be able to grow. Yet, the only places where soils are conserved and increased are in uncut forests, prairies, and meadows, and underneath lakes and ponds. The soil collapse that we face is a direct result of massive deforestation. Where there were once forests we now have concrete or desert. And now a majority of our fresh water is contaminated with toxins and subject to privatization. Even the air we breathe on a daily basis transports toxins and pollutants into our bodies. We treat ourselves with "medicines" comprised of many of the same toxins and pollutants. If we continue to ignore these elements of the shadow we will never be able to even consider supporting seven generations. In fact, if we ignore any of the elements then we run the risk of threatening the survival of the entire web. I'm reminded of a story of a man whose vision helps illustrate this shadow.
In 1931 a Lakota medicine man named Black Elk shared his Great Vision with a poet by the name of John G. Neihardt. When Black Elk was a young boy he became very sick with an unknown ailment. He lay in his teepee for several days near death with his parents at his side. During this time he received a Great Vision in which he was shown humanity through four ascents, or stages of history. He believed that he was living through the third ascent of his vision, a time when individualism and materialism dominated the Western world:
"And as they walked the third ascent, all the animals and fowls that were the people ran here and there, for each one seemed to have his own little vision that he followed and his own rules; and all over the universe I could hear the winds at war like wild beasts fighting."
Black Elk was born in 1863 when the materialist pulse of consciousness was thick. Individualism consumed, through colonization and forceful assimilation, the most intact peoples, nearly wiping out thousands of years of cultural tradition. Cultural genocide remains one of the biggest threats to indigenous peoples.
This past September, while earning my Permaculture Design Certificate at the Pine Ridge Reservation in South Dakota, I had the great blessing to sit down with Leonard Littlefinger, the direct descendent of Chief Bigfoot, who explained in great detail the threats of cultural genocide. Leonard has built a total immersion Lakota language school that has yet to receive funding to actually open. The Lakota language is holistic and deeply spiritual. Yet, the way that it has been taught in universities and on the Rez is through simplified translations within a context of English language structure. The spiritual elements of the language have been dislodged for several generations. For instance, the word Heyoka as translated into English means clown. But this is extremely oversimplified. To define a Heyoka requires the entire story of where they get their spiritual power, and why they act as clowns, why they dress as they do, and wear their hair a certain way, and what their role is in a ceremony. Everything has deep meaning. We lose that deep meaning if we simplify and compartmentalize our worldview as we have done in dominant society.
While meeting with Leonard, I told him about a book that jumped off the shelf when I first arrived in South Dakota. That book was called Creator's Code: Planetary Survival and Beyond written by a Lakota man named Ed Eagle Man McGaa. Every page I opened to seemed to have a direct answer to a spiritual question I had been asking myself. For instance, during continued participation in Native American Church Meetings, Ayahusca Ceremonies, and traditional Lakota Inipi Ceremonies, I became deeply concerned with the issue of cultural appropriation. Though all of the ceremonial leaders and elders I had been blessed to share sacred space with were already certain of my intentions, I was still doubtful about my place. Inside of a tourist-trap rest stop I opened up Eagle Man's book to read "One cannot own the Four Winds, the eagles, the streams and certainly not the Spirit World. Conversely, one should not be owned. Our spirit is the most free entity we have." Honoring cultural traditions with respect, gratitude, and understanding has lighted my path to learn these ways from so many kind and wise helpers. I shared this with Leonard and he smiled and told me that I should visit Eagle Man at the Crazy Horse monument. I left and headed up through the Black Hills, passing many Bison, to meet with Eagle Man.
A close friend of Ben Black Elk, the son of Nick Black Elk and translator of his vision, Ed Eagle Man McGaa shared stories of the realities of the third ascent. He informed me of the history of the Hiawatha Insane Asylum in Canton, South Dakota. Commissioned by the US Government in 1901, Hiawatha housed Indians who would not assimilate. By this time, most traditional ceremonies were made illegal, medicine bundles were burned, and medicine people were barred from performing ceremonies considered by the Jesuits to be satanic. Hiawatha was a convenient destination to send someone who refused to accept Jesus Christ as their lord and savior, or who was being called to act by their ancestors. According to Eagle Man, Black Elk could not share his vision with the outside world until the asylum was closed.
Throughout the third ascent industrial society has transformed the energy of the sun, through extraction of the Earth's blood and organs, from plant and animal species into human beings. That is, it is only because of our ability to cheaply convert fossilized sunlight (fossil fuels - namely oil, coal, and natural gas) into consumable energy, that we have been able to extend the carrying capacity of the human population, while subsequently destroying natural habitats. Or, to put it another way, we've actually converted the energy of the plant and animal kindoms into people. We've managed to disrupt and destroy both biodiversity and cultural sustainability through deforestation, oil exploration, and economic enslavement and exchanged the natural diversity of ecosystems for the monocrop of human beings. We are so out of balance that we are presently witnessing a mass extinction of plant and animal species. This shadow cannot be sustained. The fourth ascent of Black Elk's Great Vision is suggestive of the times we now inhabit:
"And when I looked down the people we're all changed back to human, and they were thin, their faces sharp, for they were starving. Their ponies were only hide and bones, and the holy tree was gone."
It is no coincidence that the spiritual bankruptcy of our dominant materialist society has left us in the predicament we are in. Many of our brothers and sisters have no concept of the sacred, but we humans are an integral part of the sacred that is nature, are we not? We too are sacred. We have only experienced so many traumas that we have forgotten this fact. Fortunately, nature shows us that devastated systems go through a natural process of succession: a sequence of processes in the evolution of a new system.
Permaculturists, through the observation of the patterns found in nature tend to stress the fact that every element within an ecosystem serves multiple functions and that nature creates mechanisms to regenerate damaged environments. As human beings we also have the innate ability to heal ourselves. Many of us come to this realization only after something that we generally refer to as a spiritual awakening. For me, this process began while experimenting with psychedelics like LSD and Psilocybin. Nevertheless, though my consciousness was expanded at a young age I had not experienced deep healing or true spiritual awareness until being invited to a Navajo Peyote Ceremony and later to Ayahuasca Prayers, which subsequently lead to a more meaningful "way" in which I began to integrate the understanding that everything is sacred. It is because of the will of these powerful plant teachers that I have become closer to nature, and have found self-empowerment in my own abilities to develop my gifts and share them freely. I am so thankful to the roadmen, and the medicine people, the "shamans," and especially to the plants for waking me up to become the fullest expression of myself and for sharing these "ways" with so many others who are so far removed from their indigenous ancestral roots. This too seems to be part of Black Elk's Great Vision:
"And as I looked and wept, I saw that there stood on the north side of the starving camp a sacred man who was painted red all over his body, and he held a spear as he walked into the center of the people, and there he lay down and rolled. And when he got up, it was a fat bison standing there, and where the bison stood a sacred herb sprang up right where the tree had been in the center of the nation's hoop. The herb grew and bore four blossoms on a single stem while I was looking -- a blue, a white, a scarlet, and a yellow -- and the bright rays of these flashed to the heavens."
He goes on to explain that the same Great Spirit that gave the people the buffalo in abundance to sustain themselves would find a new strength in the sacred herb that would then bring the holy tree back into bloom. Many of us have found our way to a spiritual path through plant teachers. Evidently, this is their natural function, or their mission if you will: to invite us to spiritually evolve or, in other words, to begin our process of human succession. But if every element in nature serves multiple functions, then what is the purpose of spiritual evolution other than remembering that we are a part of nature?
This brings us to another meme of the day -- the year, 2012. There generally tend to be two schools of thought when it comes to the 2012 meme. Some see this as a time of spiritual evolution and renewal. While, others see it as a time when the Earth will go through massive changes. Considering again, the shadow -- the current health of the planet, it is possible to see human spiritual evolution as a natural process to prepare human beings for massive Earth changes. It is crucial then not to discredit the prophecies of peoples who are aligned with nature, who are natural. Do not the four-legged and the winged prophesy the changes in weather patterns and plan accordingly? Let us not forget that we are nature and we too have the ability to listen to the wind. As stated earlier, it is dangerous to optimize components of sustainability because it tends to threaten the stability of the whole system. By the same account, if we choose to discount the prophecies of indigenous peoples then we are missing a very important opportunity to fully understand what it means to live a sustainable lifestyle.
Every single one of us has ancestry with peoples who were intact with their landscape, who had creation stories, who beseeched the invisible world, who honored the archetypes of the cardinal directions, who sang songs of gratitude, and who danced for the elements. For too long we've been victimized by our ancestral trauma of colonization and genocide. It is time to become a culture of survivors. Better yet, it is time for us to become thrivers. We must face our shadows and begin our healing process. As we heal, we will learn attributes of compassion and walk with them. We must remember what it means to be indigenous. We must amplify the voice of our indigenous ancestors and our indigenous brothers and sisters that are here now. The more we do this, the more that we can develop our natural abilities of telepathy or divination to understand how to manage the changing weather of our times. Considering always, the shadow, these things we must do to weather the storms. Not unlike the prophecies of the Maya and the Hopi, Black Elk's Great Vision saw the fourth ascent as a time of renewal bringing the earth back into balance:
"The storm cloud was coming on them very fast and black, and there were frightened swallows without number fleeing before the cloud. Then a song of power came to me and I sang it there in the midst of that terrible place where I was. It went like this:
A good nation I will make live.
This the nation above has said.
They have given me the power to make over."
With recognition that human beings are not separate from nature but are an integral part of nature, and considering that every process of nature serves multiple functions, then the purpose of spiritual evolution at this time becomes clear. We are being called to take our rightful place in the natural order through a natural process that we perceive as spiritual evolution. We are fascinated by the ability of animals to detect changing weather patterns and plan accordingly. Yet, we've always had the same ability. We've only been programmed to forget this fact. Human spiritual evolution, then, is nature's response to the damage we've inflicted on processes and systems that have taken millions of years to evolve. In less than 200 years we've removed mountaintops, changed the flow of rivers, clear cut most of the forests, destroyed our soil, and polluted our air, causing mass extinction of animal and plant species. We've extracted the blood of the earth, the oil, and converted the energy of these natural systems, the plant and animal kindoms, into people.
The evolution of consciousness that is occurring on this planet at this time is bringing people closer to nature, is it not? We are learning how to live in the spiral flow of nature. We are remembering our indigenous roots, our ways of connecting to the spirit world, and our role as stewards of the land. We are developing our intuition so that we know how to listen to the wind and read the signs in the clouds. We are preparing for the new world. Our mother will not tolerate the damage we've done. She is getting ready to clean herself. To bring her life-energy back into balance, she will convert many of the people into other life forms and rebuild the web of life.
The role of those who are listening to the call to evolve is to learn from the patterns in nature and how to live with nature, to be natural. When the storm is coming you will know where to go. You are not separate from your brothers and sisters in the animal kindoms. You have learned ethics, accountability, empathy, forgiveness, unconditional love, detachment, intuition, prayer, manifestation, and discipline to walk in a sacred manner. You are listening now and you are preparing for the great transition. You are the Wayshowers. You have been given the power to make over. What are you waiting for?
Sources
McGaa, Ed. Creator's Code: Planetary Survival and Beyond. Minneapolis: Four Directions Publishing, 2007.
Neihardt, John. Black Elk Speaks: Being the Life Story of a Holy Man of the Oglala Sioux. Lincoln: University of Nebraska Press, 1979.
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I think you have an answer but so many are playing with spirals
Anyway, I hope you wont mind if I lay down my next story here. I think of the 7 generations before us and after us often -- Our Ancestors.
Thank you...
“Beilstein,” I said about my Mother’s maiden name to an older man with a graying mustache.
“That’s German,” answered Frank in his German accent.
We talked a bit about our family histories and what we did for a living as we stood side by side swinging logs from our hands too the hands of other men that then passed them down a line of other men to the truck. The logs would be used later to heat the rocks of the sweat lodges on Elmer Runnings.
My father was French/ American Indian, he was Abenaki. My mother was German/Irish and she came from a mother that was a Murphy (Celtic). I believe that the maternal road I should look back upon is the Celtic background. That’s my true line, the Celtic Tribe Line. We can’t lie about our mother’s line of descendents that go from Mother too Daughter too Mother too Daughter too Mother too Daughter too Mother too Daughter too Mother too All – this line shows us where our real roots are descended from.
And so there I was…. a German, French, American Indian, possibly Swedish, Celt , on the land of Lakotah speaking to a man from Germany of our humanitarian drive to arrive and know true Spirit. I thought maybe the Spirit of this Land of Lakotah is where the Spirit is given to all people of the world freely. If the boarders of the Lakotah are recognized by other nations of the world then so be it. But if the Lakota Spirit grows in all men then all will be truly united in Mystery and there will be no such thing as any one color holding anymore elemental purpose that is more important then any other color.
I once heard that if we were to mix black, red, white, and yellow we’d arrive with the color of the Cannupa. I guess that would make the Cannupa a brownish. The colors black and white are used to lighten or darken… and either way color goes it goes. I never read the book Black Elk Speaks but from what I hear he was saying all the colors are equal and no one color alone is more sacred then any other.
We all rode back to Elmer’s land and as we were about to enter the Elmer’s land we passed a woman who was camping outside the gated entrance. I wondered why she was there, but my mind then went quickly to getting the wood unloaded. But the wood wouldn’t be unloaded right away as we were told to take a break. A call from Jason the fire-tender then sounded out through the campsite.”
“Elmer wants visitors.”
I didn’t see anyone walking towards Elmer’s trailer and so I thought I’d go and see how he was doing.
“Hey bullshitter,” he said as I walked into his room. It seemed as he was doing perfectly well. I laughed as I sat down and asked him if he wanted a cigarette. “No,” he answered as he kept looking out of the dusty bedroom window at the broken down yellow bus that was being used as storage. He shook his head as he watched the men going in and out of the bus.
“Nothing worse then dumb white men -- they got the brains why don’t they use them?”
“What’s wrong?” I questioned him.
“I could have had those speakers up and running in five minutes. All they do is keep trying to get them working but can’t,” Elmer bemoaned. Moments later a white man walked into the bedroom telling Elmer that they finally found the cords for the speakers.
“That’s good,” Elmer said to the man as I followed the man out the bedroom door and grabbed the Windex cleaner and a rag from above the washing machine in the hallway and returned back into the bedroom and wiped the windows until they were clear. From the window I could see the woman in the tent outside the camp by the entrance. I wondered again why she was there.
I turned to walk back and sit down next to Elmer but a leader of the Sun Dancers was standing at the doorway of Elmer’s bedroom and he made a motion with his head to me to take notice of him and then he motioned the same way for me to leave the room. As I passed him he walked into the Elmer’s bedroom.
“What’s up bullshitter,” Elmer said in his wisecracking way to the leader as the man sat in the chair by Elmer’s bed.
I chuckled to myself and then walked into the kitchen of the trailer and Gwen was just getting lunch ready for Sage. I was offered a bologna sandwich and gladly accepted. I asked Gwen about the woman outside the gate.
“She’s on her moon time,” Gwen replied as if she wanted me to understand something new. She then looked me in the eye as if it was nothing new or dirty about it, “And when you are on your moon time you can’t be in camp during Sun Dance.”
The Leader of the Sundancers visited briefly and then had walked out of the trailer without anyone noticing, but he was quickly replaced by three women that walked in without saying hello to Gwen or I. They walked straight to Elmer’s room. Gwen became silent and began to fidget with her cigarette. When the women departed Gwen quickly put her cigarette out in the ashtray and walked back to Elmer’s room.
“Grandpa, you can’t eat these, you’ll choke,” Gwen exclaimed from the bedroom as I sat alone listening in the kitchen.
I then heard the sound of her feet as they pounded back to me. She then slammed a pack of Cracker Jack against the kitchen counter and exclaimed, “I keep telling them not to feed Grandpa but they won’t listen, he could choke on these because he can’t chew his food like he used too. “ Gwen then picked up a rag and began wiping the counter. “He’s on a diet and if anything happens to him they’ll blame me!”
I rose from my seat and quickly embraced her. I felt her heart pounding hard and quick and I held her until I could feel her heart begin to settle. It was then that I noticed why her Spirit name was Thunder Woman. Her heart can explode in fury but with a small embrace it can end its outburst by rumbling smooth. After she settled down, I told her everything was going to be ok, and sat with her until I felt that she was calm again.
When I walked out the trailer door men were setting up one amp on the porch landing. I walked past them back to my camp until I saw my friend who I call Uncle Steve sometimes sitting under his canopy. I then changed my course to where Steve was camping and when I arrived he asked me how everything was going. I told him about the incident with Gwen and how we needed to help make sure that everyone knows not to feed Elmer unless it goes through Gwen first. He said he’d see what he could do.
I then asked him about asking one of the leaders if I could do a vision quest. I had just been remembering one of the men talking about a vision quest and I thought that it was time for me to do one.
“It’s too late to do a vision quest, we are already into purification,” he said to me then continued. “Besides you don’t carry a Cannupa, and to do a vision quest you have to carry the Cannupa.”
Steve was talking about the sacred pipe that the Lakota use in their ceremonies. And I don’t have one and I used to tell Steve that I never thought I would be able to carry one. It just seemed to be a burden because of the changes one must make in their lives to carry a pipe. I just was never really sure if I ever wanted to make the changes that were being asked to be a pipe carrier. But at that moment I longed to be a carrier of the Sacred Prayer pipe, Cannupa.
“You just have to wait to carry a pipe to do a vision quest,” Steve reiterated. “But wait until one is gifted to you, don’t just go buy one over the internet or something.”
I told him I would wait, and as we were about to sit down to talk some more about the pipe a call went out for the whole camp to meet at the trailer. I walked over to my tent and grabbed my raincoat as I thought I felt a raindrop or two. I then quickly joined the people gathered in front of the trailer; Elmer was then wheeled out to the staircase landing and a microphone was placed in his hand.
As he began to speak it began to drizzle. He began to talk about what still needed to be done and then asked about a Ford Truck. He then stopped for a moment and looked across the crowd. And then he said, “The women are going to dig my grave and bury me. And they are the ones that are going to eat the corn.”
The rain stated to stream down. I pulled my raincoat up over my head. Elmer was wheeled back into the trailer as a Sun Dance leader from Minnesota, Vern, picked up the microphone and reiterated what still needed to be done before Sun Dance. Vern also gave instructions about giving Elmer food. It now had to go through Gwen first.
Because of the cold rain, Vern also cut his talk short and released us back to our camps. Through the rain I hurried back to my tent and took my raincoat quickly off. I then slid on a blue sweater.
Stretching out my sleeping bag I searched through one of my bags until I found the book by Floyd Looks for Buffalo Hand. I then stretched myself out on the sleeping bag. As I read Floyd Hand’s book I listened to the sound of rain puttering against my tent. To this sound and to Floyd’s book I fell asleep.
When I awoke the rain had stopped. It was still light and I thought to return to the trailer to make sense of what Elmer had said earlier about his grave and woman and corn. Gwen was cleaning up her diner that she had made with herself and her son, Sage. Sage was now on the computer in the kitchen playing a video game as I entered.
“No computers during Sun Dance. You know the right thing to do,” I said to Sage as I walked into the kitchen. He took his time closing down his video game until Gwen looked over at him and scolded out, “Close it up.”
Sage closed then closed the laptop quickly and walked into the front room to listen on the stereo the music of an American Indian playing softly the wooden flute. Gwen finished wiping the counters and walked over to the table and sat down. She moved an astray between us and lit a cigarette. I then took the light for my cigarette from her lighter as I questioned her, “What was that all about today with Elmer? I didn’t get it. I mean I heard what Elmer was saying but I just didn’t get it.”
“Oh I did,” Gwen said with a bit of a smile then continued. “He’s upset that that the men are not here. It’s a Sun Dance and there should be more men then woman. The women are going to dig his grave. He is saying they are doing all the work to become Sun Dancers and the men are missing it. They are going to eat the corn, they, the woman, are going to reap the benefits.” She then looked out the door of the trailer where earlier we all stood outside listening to Elmer as she threw her hand over her head exclaiming, “It all went over your heads!”
As Gwen turned around she told me of a Sun Dancers dream where we all be mourning Elmer’s death on the third day of Sundance which was the day of healing. I then thought to myself that three days in the dream of Spirit can be three months or weeks or years.
Lala the dog barking then broke into our conversation as his bark turned ferocious as if he was attacking someone. Gwen and I rushed out the door just as one of the security personnel was running away from Lala the dog -- back to the entrance gate where the woman was beading on her moon time.
“Lala!” Gwen exclaimed loudly too the dog and then too one of the leaders that they had to do something about the dog.
Gwen and I then walked back into the kitchen. I told her that I felt sorry for that lady on her moontime who was placed outside the gate. Gwen then told me of how Lakota people take moon time as sacred especially during Sun Dance. It was all tied in with the Cannupa.
Woman used to bleed together in a teepee when it came time for moon time. It is believed that the blood from the woman seeps into the earth where the clay is made to make the bowls of the sacred pipes. Is what I was once told.
She then told me not to feel sorry about the woman outside the camp because the woman was now finding time to catch up on her bead work. Gwen then remembered a story, more of an American Indian prophecy, about a woman that beads in front of a campfire next to the edge of the world. By her side is a dog and the dog keeps putting her campfire out. She is constantly relighting her campfire and can never get her beadwork finished. The prophecy states that when the woman finishes her beading the world will end as we know it.
I thought again of that woman on her moontime out by the gate and I wondered if she would ever finish the beading that she needed to catch up on. Gwen then got up and walked over to the kitchen stove and asked if I would like a bowl of warm leftover chicken soup. I told her yes and stayed to eat it. And when I had finished eating I told her I cherished her and hugged her.
The sound from an American Indian flutist was still playing from the stereo as I walked over to the front door of the trailer to leave. I then tried to open the door but it seemed as if something heavy was blocking it.
While trying once more I then looked outside through the screen of the door then down. There was the big black three legged dog, Lala, lying flat on the landing of the trailer’s porch blocking any way for the front door to open out.
I looked over at where the woman was beading and her fire was still lit. I then tried to push the door a little harder but the dog wouldn’t budge. And so since the dog wouldn't move I used the trailer’s backdoor walking past a medicine man sleeping, then departing into the cool night past the smiling woman still beading on her moontime in front of her fire.
I just came across your
I just came across your article and noticed it includes Leonard Little Finger.
And while I am glad to read it, please don't accept everything you hear or read from people as fact. A lot of well-meaning people are taken for rides.
Mr. Little Finger is NOT the direct descendant of Chief Spotted Elk or as he calls him, Chief Bigfoot (Mniconjou of Wounded Knee 1890)
He's been fooling people for a long time but I am the direct descendant and I don't appreciate him abusing or disrespecting my family's name.
He brought great harm to our family at a time of crisis (when my brother had just been killed) and we were disputing Chief Spotted Elk's lock of hair in court. He went against tribal associate Judge Sidney Witt's direct orders not to do anything with that lock of hair until the matter had been settled in court.
He then promptly destroyed it by burning it, removing the possibility of my father's DNA test to prove who the real descendant was. I believe is a crime. I have suffered identity theft before there was a name for it.
Not only do I have documentation as to my ancestry I am willing to also provide DNA evidence. Mr. Little Finger is not to be trusted.
Records at the BIA will show that he is not who he claims to be.
He already got funding once for this school a few years ago. Musician Robbie Romero raised $500,000.00 for charities of which this school was a part of. The hard work and money of people were wasted, as the school sits empty to this day.
So please, research the people who are giving you a sob story and trying to get money.
Sincerely,
Calvin Spotted Elk