"I see, mid-1940's . . . A time when Indigenous Natives were being forced to fit the mold of Native American Indians on or off the reservations, the governments strict laws forbid them from the practice of sacred traditional religions, living by their traditional values and belief systems. None could openly practice medicines involved with their traditions including their right to speak ones traditional language. Neither was it allowed on or off the reservation to teach and/or practice traditional songs, drumming, dances, ceremonies, prayers or go on visions quests. Yet, there were those besides Sister M that created ways around the laws and taught thousands.

In other words, the native people’s lives were denied them, by those who did not want to understand, because the church made sure they feared our sacred traditional ways and our peoples. While white people’s government plotted to weaken and destroy our traditional families, tribes and nations. They began to turn our traditions against us, based on personal and greed motivated agendas, which meant they denied our people the right to life our lives, so they could take what they wanted.

In a number of cases, serious repercussions, imprisonment, assassination or children disappearance of those they feared, which might include entire family units: if ones family continued to participate traditional ceremonies; honor traditions; speak in the language of ones ancestors; or refuse to allow the children to attend reform school; or leaving the reservation entire families might be punished. Especially, if any authorities got wind of these events and individuals involved, true or not? Some even gave false witness against family and friends for an extra blankets or food.

Genocide of our nations, use of word games to rob us of our lands, and hindrance of life, spiritual development, denied our nations sacred traditions killed many of our people determined in stay strong. Over the centuries the indigenous people across this nation fought many battles to save our people and nations from getting wiped out completely, which the whites wanted to do. They took our children away, and sold them to white families for punishment, while others they killed. Some states had a law if the child could pass for white give to a white family, and it they can be passed off for Italian give them away to Italian families. Decreased the people who had rights to land grants and that was another way to remove the reservations from the rolls.

A warrior battles are one thing, but the silent battles; proved far worse and demeaning families; in various ways for a time, weakened many of our nations. Even today one has to be careful even these great leaders die strangely. Regardless, the sacred spirit of our children cannot be removed. Traditions, cultures, spiritual unity, and lifestyle, can be thrown aside, for a time but not removed for the spiritual bond remains strong.

The separation did more harm than good and the generations removed are still paying the price, because their spirits within are at war, crying out for life and balance, due to the separation. The whites are not gifted with the sense of unity or spirituality, either, for they accepted a dogma religion, without eyes or ears which recognize spiritual truths. Okay, maybe only a few possess sacred spiritual connections to the eternal Father, which allow them to experience our sacred knowledge.

In truth, the harness of life, when you two were small girls, had turned into genocide warfare on your relations and you two. The heart of Red Sun’s mother, realized it was time to hide Red Sun, and so did many other parents, once they received visions regarding what the churches and government sought to do, to all the indigenous nations. Some gave their children to white friends; they assumed they could trust, so the children would not be destroyed by missionaries in Indian Re-education Schools. One sure person was the one you refer to as Grandmother M, she ended up in the hands of people who hid her, away from those that would have harmed her and she took you to protect you.

Three months before your birth she received the visions to find Red Sun and remove her from the reservation and teach, the child . . . sacred traditions, spiritual awareness and medicine ways of the indigenous people. This was to protect Red Sun from premature death, sold off, which would create major problems because thousands would perish and die needlessly, with her.

Some stayed on the reservations and suffered for the people, however, over half indigenous traditionalist natives died who stayed to teach ended up dead, because those that turned Native American Indians wanted to be white, and turned against their culture and traditions. Many sincere traditionalists realized the importance to preserve our sacred universal oneness, spiritual knowledge critical to traditions, cultures, and teachings. Those who appeared light skin, left the reservations, took the names of White Christians to hid, so they could teach their children and others in the sacred ways of our peoples.

All too often, churches were paid by the government for missionaries to pass children off to white families, who promised not to tell the children. The people then received good money to stay silent and never to tell the children of their indigenous native heritage. The government wanted to sell the land to whites, weaken the nations land base and rid the land of traditional people. Biological parents received word their children died; older children told their parents were dead. Children lost to greedy Indian Agents who wanted to line their pockets with coins, selling children into various forms of slavery.

Nevertheless, if indigenous people lose spiritual connection, to their ancestors’ traditions and cultures: If no one preserves our cultures, the destroyers win. Hold strong to sacred teachings, cultural traditions, wisdom and sacred beliefs of ones ancestors, regardless of ones suffering. The Sacred Elders bless those that hold strong and for this we give thanks. Without our guardians and keepers of traditions, spiritual awareness and sacred teaching, all would be lost. Of this I speak, who understands?

Grandfather’s storytelling touched and filled the hearts of Red Sun and Little Turtle with passion. Red Sun says, “Now I see. You answered certain questions, there are similarities in the story Grandmother M took the time to tell me the day she crossed.” While she spoke he see a renewed spiritual awareness and more glowing around Red Sun. Her sacred garment of a Sacred Mother with children gathered around her. Brilliant magnificent bright glow, (energy field) encompassing all the area above and around her over two feet in all direction, with another energy radiating from her heart center, then nine sacred elders standing a couple of feet behind and on the left side of Red Sun. Their appearance gave grandfather a start, for all were guardian/teachers of Red Sun, too. Grandfather with unlit medicine pipe in hand, motion for the sacred elders, to join the circle. “Welcome honored guests come and join us, we welcome you and invite you come and join us during this sacred awakening ceremony.

Surprised he had not smoked his pipe in hand he attempts to make his second attempt at lighting his medicine pipe when . . . . All receive vivid spiritual visitor visitation visions, holographic presentations of spiritual events, records of the child Red Sun early life. He watched a few enlightening visions, no smoking, inside amazing energy fields of action and in the background, a few traditional drums with elders, singing summonsing songs. Songs to call missing children and relations home to their people which we heard in the distance calling out Remember . . . time to return to your people.

“Red Sun, is this truth? I am told to tell you Red Sun these memories are reality not imagination, they are highly spiritual events, maybe painful ones, in nature, but actual truths.”

Red Sun looks up towards grandfather, with the reflection of lonesome pain in her face. It doesn't matter where I am at, or what I am doing they come from a great distant for me, ever so softly at first. First the sounds of medicine drums, carrying from great distance, spirit-hearts through the spirit realm, many are chanting, along with sacred ones joining them riding the spirit of the drums . . . Red Sun Come Home! Come Home to Your People! Your People Need You and I Need You! . . . Next I hear one that sounds similar to you chanting in your traditional tongue, summonsing me, too, but with his chanting I receive visions, many memories of emotional experiences. He helps keep me connected to my relations.

The most powerful of the callings always came in August. A time of traditional gatherings, Sundance or some scared type of sacred ceremonies when the mothers and grandmothers voices’ are the strongest and filled with compassionate love: with the acknowledgement of Remember . . . the sacred white silver tip grizzly bear growls and pictures take form. Awakening to her, once again the traditional life; lost in time. Each flash lost in time, becomes a powerful moments in a young child’s life . . . before the evil ones brought death.

Red Sun/SunHawk Life Adventures (c) 2009

Author: Michelle Red Sun EagleHawk

Guardians of, Spirit/mortal Red Sun questions why the grandfathers, who came to protect the grandmothers, allowed the Black Robe inside, are they cowards what power does he have here? He is along way from his home, he does not belong here. The Black Robe’s evil is strong it is hard to tell the man from his robes. It is skin or dark hearted spirit hiding behind the church that makes him look dark as his black robes. All in the now wanted the grandmothers to pray hard enough to block the dark power of the Black Robe and those that graced, Red Sun with their presence.

Black Robes empower a mortal man to be God over the indigenous peoples and his behavior showed he would sell out his own mother, if it benefitted him. His only interest is his quest for personal glory to live the life of the Whiteman, which meant money one who calls himself American Native . . . who allowed greed and lust for power to blind him. One who changed from indigenous native sprit to Native American Indian, he feared his culture?

Beautiful the grandmothers ignored him and continued the ceremony, their way to demonstrate contempt towards him. The tone of his voice and behavior showed the little man wanted to be Warlord Chief to the people, when he began to shout, throw stones and stomp his feet, followed by beating stones on a boulder. "You're all in trouble; either stop or I will report all of you. You know all traditional ceremonies, are strictly forbidden.” Grandmothers’ chants/prayers got louder and continued with their ceremony. “You leave me no choice, but to report all of you to the authorities."

          Truth, the grandmothers’ faces suggested some personal struggles, masking important senses; which interfered with critical spiritual communication, and awareness of deadly plans in the wind, and blocking critical knowledge during the ceremony. The trickster powers of the Black Robe, deceit and deception masked, dark and deadly medicine others had been created to stop the grandmothers and Red Sun’s mother from learning the deadly plans. Then one might when did and how did the young mother know of the dangers.

Returning home after the ceremony, the Black Robe, Uncle a tribal police officer and others were waiting for our return and they spoke of taking me away from mother. The uncle wanted to see me dead, and the Black Robe had something troubling him, tall-standing bear. After everyone left Red Sun sang this to her mother, knowing her consciousness could not hear her spirit could, if anything happened to them:

Mother hear my heart, hear my spirit, I may not have the power of speech, where you can understand my words, but please realize how much I love you, too. No matter what happens, Mother, I will always love you. Can you feel the love I have for you, like I feel from you, the love that makes our spirits strong together?

Mother there is something in the way you talk that gives me concern, it says you realize trouble is stalking you and I. Our time together is growing short unless those whose hearts of dark, change. In time, I know, we will feel great pain from those dark hearts you are forced to trust. Denied the power of speech, I cannot tell you of the dark deceit by Black Robe and uncle, they spoke of money in it for them after our death.

Black Robe says he does a lot of things behind the church's back, but he did not hold with killing a child with the power of speech. WE have only a few more days of love, Black Robe promised to find some place, where no one will find, your daughter and she will not be able to find her way back to her people, either. For the moment, are we safe from them or so the wiser me asks the guardians . . . how long and none could answer how long.

The day the child learned of spiritual battles raging, between two spiritual universes: ones group follow dark demonic tricksters and many will suffer when overshadowed by the dark trickster. If ones spirit is not strong it can be overshadowed and even strong spiritual hearts of life and light are endanger. Know to survive it requires understanding the GRAY area and how the tricksters play games.

Not even the power of speech would stop them, but it could have saved lives, yet nevertheless, in many ways might have make things much worse. This is when Red Sun realized how important it is to understand not even guardians have ultimate power to stop to interfere or change the rules and one more reason prayer is important. They can provide information, spiritual support and even protection, but the destroyers are all the time trying to overpower guardians, too. Red Sun had believed the only way she could stop it the attack was with speak, and her inability to speak, empowered, those with dark hearts to carry out their plan.        

Unspoken thoughts of Red Sun about information and lessons learned some ten years later. When one is forced to remain silent or chooses to remain silent, they are allowing destruction and harm to occur. Yes, silence might save one life, but it will not save the lives of many.

The last time, the Black Robe, a Jesuit Monk aka Father Brown, came back after Sister M, he was scared, because he had been confronted by Sister M who told him of the plans and warned him what would happen to him if anything happened to the child Red Sun. She did not remain silent, because the Sacred Father had sent her to save the child from certain death. She had been told to do whatever it takes to protect the child. Black Robe believed she would only hid the child away, so no harm could come to her. Sister M failed to say her instructions, meant guardian/teach of traditional, spiritual and cultural in the ways of her people along with protector/guide to the child.

Sister M was at the ceremony in the cave; she had heard the words or received a vision. Red Sun still wonder what his connection has been to Sister Mother M. Red Sun began to recognize grandfather’s spiritual power is strong, or the medicine spirit in his hand drum? Either way she was able to remember words Sister M/Grandmother M told her hours before she crossed.

Acceleration of drumming grows louder and louder, signals warnings of war and dangerous challenges; one hears the cries of women instead of singers’ chants. Yet, no matter how loud the drums and drummers become, the sounds of violence grows louder and stronger, until the sounds of violence swallow up the drummers and only tears are left. The warnings from the Sacred Ones let Red Sun recognize the urgency and importance of these moments, moments for the child to remember. Drums and singers strong and caring, struggling to stay above the sounds of violence and death from those who faces were hidden, breaking open doors with echoing explosions; the force that set a new course of many challenges for the mortal child and eternal spirit.

Mother ran with daughter and hid many different places, she thought safe. One such place, she stopped in the house of father’s oldest brother, who promised take Red Sun for his brother and bring her up his own. Minutes before violence arrives, spirit and child hear the Sacred White Eagle call out its warning and the Sacred Silver-tip Grizzly comes in close, sending out his warning growls. Now is the time of great changes and challenges, which call out and reach out for the child to remember her people. Now it is time to call on the sacred Silver-tip Grizzly Bear and the Sacred White Eagle for help to guide Red Sun, home.

Flashes, clashes, and sharp sounds piercing every ones ear drums. War cries, breaking of doors, furniture, and shots ringing out, which ripped through ear drums, brains, and sent all in the house into shock. Mother, why, for months we have run, yet, they found us because of the traitor. Lifeline changed between mid-night and dawn, while Red Sun two parts, call on the Great Grizzly Bear, it was hard to listen to the voices of strangers, family friends, children and relations screams of horror questioning why.

The male person, who was sleeping on a chair in the corner to watch several entry points, throws his blankets to redirect attention, while he springs up and across the bed to grab and protect the baby whose life was threaten. Thunder crackles with flashes of light, in the doorway beside the child, who holds tight to her little teddy bear. The thunder lights sent the male in the air, backwards across the bed, up against the wall, and his only movement after he hits the wall, is a slow limp slip downwards, silent, limp and motionless, similar to the a ragdoll.

The child recognizes the action; behind their words. Who else have they come to kill besides this child, and why do they want people dead. But blood money inspires lustful greed of demonic vampires; people who live to kill and kill to live. Demonic psychic vampires’ feed their pleasures by drinking in and absorbing life forces . . . while spiritual essences depart from physical forms. Hard to understand, why they need to partake in the destruction of lives or why it excites them.

Mob rule and extreme violence erupts fast in the house, with thunder light flashes, screams and crashes, sounds from people falling and furniture broken, crashes for life and Red Sun hears mother crying out, for them to stop. Mother, never had a chance several attacked and beat her, until thunder lights flash, they stop, she lays on the floor, a few more pain filled sounds, before real silence. Silence sent chills down Red Sun’s spine, for it said no more mother and child.

Fighting ends, bodies removed and several male voices rambling around laughing at the ones they killed. Eternal spirit of Red Sun recognizes the dark skin Black Robe and uncle in the house, before they stand beside her holding tight to her teddy bear, calling on the Great Grizzly Bear for protection. The child’s heart racing so fast, the child was one the verge of blacking-out.

Knowing how quick they were at killing, maybe every one in the house, because she knew they planned to end her mortal life as they did to her mother. Uncertainty creates a sense of helplessness and fear in Red Sun’s heart. The incident challenged her, and ended her trust and faith in humanity.  

The uncle mother’s younger brother, who enjoyed money too much not father’s brother, began shouting at Red Sun with cruelty colder than an arctic iceberg. "You should have never been born! It=s a shame you didn't die at birth! It would have saved us all a lot of trouble, if you just had died at birth. You are the cause of all this death; it would have been so much easier on everyone . . . if you had just died. You didn't, die, so now we are going to get rid of you. You should have died!"

The Great Silver-tip Grizzly Bear did a great deal to protect his Red Sun, with his claws cutting through those who came close. His strong claws and wild growls, maybe unseen, but many received his wrath and reacted to his warnings. Nevertheless, lust for blood overpowered love and compassion, and maybe not strong enough to prevent the incident, he ran interference. Strange, how no one else, but the Black Robe had the courage to touch the child up. “Child I am going to take you and give you to a family who will care for you and will love you. This family has no love for you, but the new family will love you." He tore the teddy bear from her arms and left it in dark liquid on the floor, everyone was stepping over.

Don't Ever Forget . . .What One Learns

Grandfather stopped chanting and finally lit his medicine pipe. His rocking was symbolic of his receptive concentration. He listened and ask nothing until he finished smoking. “Red Sun, learned what?”

WE all stood together, the Great Grizzly, Sacred White Eagle, Sacred Mother, and the eternal spirit and bearer of Red Sun mortal live, never abandoned the child; Father Brown placed her in Sister M’s arms. They proved the stability for the child to depend on growing up and her connection with . . . guardians and spiritual development. Great Grizzly provided strength, spiritual love, and gentleness, with cuddling hugs, sacred smiles, and protective guardian. Sacred Mother provided guidance, Sacred White Eagle higher spirituality on a lifetime journey to explore our Universe’s native spiritual sacredness.

We needs to know the ones we put our trust in, because friendly enemies. Silence is not always golden. However, Sister M did hear and sought answers. That is when she learned and warned mother, her step-father wanted the two of us dead. He was openly going around the reservation offering money and booze for our deaths. This I learned from Father Brown, but he refused to tell me the name of my mother, because of . . . .

Don't Ever Forget . . .What happened to Red Sun?

Falsified Letter of Chattel Transfer and a False Birth Certificate modify consequences and added challenges to Red Sun’s life, but it does not mean one cannot learn in the sacred ways of ones people. Living in the wilderness (metaphorical) enhances instincts and awareness, maybe more than most. One who cautiously watches and study people, similar to a wolf hidden, and standing strong with the grizzly bear. Listening and observing the way individuals deliver every word, body behavior and languages. Analyze each individual’s action, reactions, behavior and mannerisms, towards others. All things combined reveals ones true heart and spirit, from the games they play to the words usage and personality changes say.

          What is important to remember, all of life one faces challenges, journeys, adventures and scores of lessons, because all of life is a lesson and what one leaves here with . . . is more valuable than what challenges one faced in one life. One must realize all too often one programs one results and challenges in a split second, during some maybe unrelated event, that takes one on a circle of journeys to bring one back to one objective and directive.

Mysterious Grandparents

The mysterious grandparents invited the two girls to spend Saturday night until 1155 hours Sunday, and not a minute longer. They shared teachings, insights, sacred traditions, spiritual knowledge, lessons learned, personal thoughts and spiritual communications. Indian time is not always judged by numeric time, however, closer to the deadline, grandfather and grandmother insisted the two leave, quickly. Grandmother grabbed their backpacks and speeded the girls out of the house at 1145 hours. The only thing they told the girls they needed to take a special journey and their transportation would arrive soon.

          Little Turtle and Red Sun had not traveled too far from the house at 1156 hours, Red Sun looked back to understand what they meant by special transportation. No house anywhere, in front of where is stood . . . Chief in traditional dress, with one tall, standing, walking silver-tip grizzly bear, behind him, and the two moved together in unison. Grandmother had become a beautiful young woman, with long black hair, wearing an amazing white beaded buckskin outfit. Transportation: one traditional longhouse appears, only a few yards beyond the unseen house, in front of the three, who quickly walked inside the long house and all departed within three exhales.

Red Sun/SunHawk Life Adventures © 2009

Author: Michelle Red Sun EagleHawk