A Reminder of the Teachings of White Calf Buffalo Woman

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Recently I had the opportunity to sit and listen to some people sit and discuss tradition, ceremony…about how we are to walk. About what it is to be Native American.

As I sat and listened to the words that came forth, I was greatly saddened by them. They have forgotten of the truths of the teachings. What will make this nation whole again. It is not in judgement that I say these words, but mearly in observation and sadness as to how far off we all have gotten from the true path. The Nation is slowly awakening, not the Native Nation, simply the Nation of people, of the Four Legged, of the Winged Ones, of the Plant People, The Stone People… and all are looking for what once was and will be again.

They spoke of pipes, and ceremony and I asked of the pipe. Who is it that may smoke them? Who is it that is meant to share the smoke? And the reply came back as there is ceremony, and only certain people may smoke. Women may smoke with women, Men only with men during this time. And only the chosen may carry the pipe. Again sadness tugs at my heart, how is it that we think we do not walk in judgement yet we feel as though we are the chosen, the rightous? It is not our path to judge…it is our path to be unconditional, to teach, to share…to love.

For today I will share some words that will hopefully respark the rememberance of what is to be, and should be carried in our hearts. With that said I remember the story…the story of White Calf Buffalo Woman…and these are some of her words that she left with us, to be heard through all generations, that obviously need to be heard again.


“The people have forgotten, that which is more precious than water. You have forgotten your connection with the Great Spirit. I have come with a fire from heaven to rekindle again your memory of what has been, and to strengthen you for the times to come.”

She then took from her side the skin pouch that she carried. “In this pouch, is a pipe. This pipe is sacred. I give it to you all to help you remember the teachings that I bring. Always treat this pipe with respect. Carry it”

Throughout the spoken word that she presented to the people…the main messages were always of the gathering of nations. “The fourth breath on the pipe. Let your prayer be that your tribe will always remain among them, and that one day the people that remain true to reality will include “ALL Nations of the World”.”

“A great fire can be ignited from a single, glowing ember! For when the storm is over, the ember will ignite a dawn brighter than and dawn before. With that new dawn will be gathered not only tribes shaded red, but white tribes from the north…black tribes from the south…and yellow tribes from the east. In Harmony the races will live beneath the boughs of the new tree, The age that will be seen will be the best that has ever been. All that has been broken will be made whole again. The Sacred Hoop mended. The great Spirit will be active among all, living, breathing, creating through all the peoples of the earth. Peace will then come to the Nations, for the original creators of life, the Winged Ones of the heavens will return.” - White calf Buffalo Woman

We all are the single glowing ember, that burns brighter as we come together during this awakening, the earth’s renewal. The sacred pipe is for us to offer our prayers to the Great Spirit. No matter the color of our skin, no matter what nationality our heritage is, our blood is all the same. When it bleeds it is red. Not red of the Native Americans, but Red from our human bodies that were all created the same, yet different. Live in the moment, unconditionally love each other, for who are we to judge? There is no right religion, nor is there any wrong religion, there is only the road that gets us there to the Creator that makes it the correct one. Different for everyone, yet with simplicity the same.

I am proud to be Native, but I am more proud to be of Creator and who I am…and I am Bear.