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Jul 4, 2011

Legend of the Sandpaintings

Ashkii wants to be a singer. By this he means that he wants to be a Medicine man. A Medicine man performs the proper ceremony when a Dine' is ill, dreams bad dreams, or is, in some other way, showing the effect of evil spirits.
No Medicine man knows how to perform all the ceremonies but a Medicine man must know the necessary chants and sandpaintings for the ceremonies he does perform. Some of the ceremonies last nine days and the list of chants and the sandpaintings is long. Some of these ceremonies are called the Flintway, the Mountainway, and the Nightway. It is possible for the chants and the paintings to number in the hundreds for any one ceremony.
Ashkii knows that he will have to spend years learning the designs and the songs. For each chant must be letter perfect and each sandpainting must be exact in form and color. Otherwise harm, instead of good, will follow the ceremony.
When he is grown up and truly a singer, Ashkii may have other Dine' help him make the sandpaintings. He may have as many helpers as he wants. But he must know every detail of each sandpainting that accompanies the chant he is giving. And he must watch carefully, correcting any mistake made by his helpers. A mistake that is not corrected will have a bad result.
Ashkii knows how the Dine' learned sandpainting for he has heard it more than once from an old uncle who is a singer. This is the way Ashkii heard the story:

"A long time ago, when this world was new, an owl found a little Dine' baby out in the brush. It seems Owl took the baby home to his nest. There he fed and cared for it. When the boy was four years old he wanted a bow and some arrows. When he asked Owl for arrows, Owl gave him some feathers. The little boy made arrows with them. He made a bow from a tree branch. Jini.
"At once he began to hunt. Before long he was an excellent hunter. Now he fed the owl and was known as Owl Boy. But as the years went by Owl grew afraid of Owl Boy and one day told him to go back to his people. Jini.
"Owl Boy took his bow and arrows and started out. He walked long, long, miles and had some unusual adventures. But he did not find his people. He grew hungry but saw no game to shoot for food. He grew tired but found no friendly shade tree. Then he saw a mountain in the distance. Jini.
"He went toward it for he knew that most mountains have trees, streams and game to hunt for food. When he reached the mountain he climbed up the great cliffs. Still he found no game and as he reached the very top of the mountain he knew he was lost. Weary and hungry, he sat down under a tree and fell asleep. Jini.
"As he slept, flashing lightning picked him up and put him down on the clouds. It seems that here he saw strange things. The Holy Ones were making paintings on the clouds. And they were singing chanting songs. Jini.
"Owl Boy was told by the Holy Ones to learn all the songs and also how to paint all the pictures. The Holy Ones told him that the songs and pictures would help his people. It seems Owl Boy stayed a long, long time on the clouds and learned every chant, word by word. He learned every picture, too. He learned how to paint the Horned Toad, the Big Fly, the Never-Ending Snake, the Frog, Rainbow Boy, and Rainbow Girl as well as Sun and Moon. The proper way to picture the four sacred plants, Corn, Beans, Squash, and Tobacco, was shown to him. Jini.
"He was instructed in the use of sand as a substitute for Clouds. He learned that the Sand must be spread to a smooth, level surface. He learned to Draw with colored sands. And he learned how to Mix ground rock, crushed flower petals, charcoal, and Juniper ash with Sand to get more colors. Jini.
"When the instruction and learning were finished the Holy Ones gave Owl Boy one sandpainting on a Buckskin. He took it with thanks. Then he went about looking for a way to travel back to Earth. Jini.
"He saw a Rainbow there and walked down the curve of the rainbow. When he stepped from the Rainbow path he found he was home. His family welcomed him. He went about teaching them the songs and sandpaintings. His name was changed from Owl Boy to Song Man. Some Dine' call him the Great Singer because he brought all the healing chants and paintings to the Dine'." Jini.

Askhii has already learned some of the chants. One of his favorites is from the song of Cornbeetle Girl. He hopes you will like it as he does.

"Beauty below me,
Beauty above me,
Beauty before me,
Beauty behind me,
Beauty all around me,
I walk in Beauty,
In Beauty It Is Finished."


DINEH BADAHANI (Dine' Stories) By Winifred Fields Walters; Illustrated by Wilson S. Etcitty, 1967. Printed by the Navajo Tribal Printing Department; Window Rock, Arizona.

pages 27 to 37


Tea Party on the Read Road



We hold onto silence until high noon, out of Respect. 

The silence is then broken by our children, 
who triumphantly parade into us as we pray for Peace.

So now we are biting our tongues and listening to Nature
as it continues to guide and nurture us.

Jul 3, 2011

Go babies go go go !!!

Beautiful Babylon Babies Unite !!!

This Blog existed after Bush II "the lesser" stole 2 elections, before Google ate Blogger,

This Blog existed after Bush II "the lesser" stole 2 elections, before Google ate Blogger,
Love Trumps hate.

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Poetic HyperLinks Defeating the Impossibilities of Peace

Also sprach Zarathustra to the brothasistahs lost out in the woods…
Rolling stones and hurricanes prime us for the rapid eye movement of whose dream?
A stairway to the dark side of the moon reveals an orchestrated King
singing the blues while sexual pistols whip Jesus’ son.
Who’s influence weens us?
Me and my friends gratefully raged against the machine for three days
in the shadow of the valley of the dead
so big brother and company held us down while the wind cried
nothing to be gained here (except copied rights),
Then a questing tribe of beastly boys found a digable plant
where a buffalo soldier picked up a Gideon’s bible from the Godfather
in joe’s garage (or was it in one of 200 motels?)
Anyway, on a Holiday, the pinball wizard boy (Billie)
followed his heart and stopped pretending he was the king of the little plastic castles
while education, missed in the house of the naked apes, evolved and mutated
into and with ~ Nature Art Love Truth ~ and we do too…
And somewhere over the rainbow dancing fools send clowns and purple rain
into imagine nations where everything is now sacred
and there are no more public enemies or rusted Roots or minor threats
or bad brains or busted rhymes or widespread panic
and everyone can read the hieroglyphics on the wall
and we are all refugees of courtney’s love attaining nirvana….
But then again, you’re so vain, you probly think this poem’s about you-
we are everywhere and we cannot be beaten
it’s all over now baby blue, all we need is Love
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