Ye'ja has lived among my natural people's languages for a long time. Ever since this earth began its journey around the sun, ye'ja has had special meaning and purpose. Ye'ja, Medicine Song. Ye'ja heals wounds, wounds to the people, wounds to the landscape, wounds to the whole earth, wounds to our hearts and our numen.
Urgent messages often came to us (younger generation)from our Elders. Elders were the wise among us, the dreamers, the warriors who accepted responsibility for the people and honor and respect for the the earth. They were in direct communication with the Powers of the universe through their wa'tu (spiritual umbilical cord). They guided us and moulded us and caused us to fit into the respect and responsibility of caring for earth and for our tribal destiny. And they worried that we were not learning properly. They worried for our destiny because so much interference came with the strangers from a distant land beyond the sunrise.
Worried, they sang and prayed at daybreak and around the evening fire that our feet somehow stay on the good path and not stray from it. They looked upon earth seeing the damage of an angry people who are never satisfied and lived beyond the sunrise for many seasons. They whispered to the dawn, prayed to the Great Wonders, and wept.
With hesitating words the Elders said that we must somehow explain to the strangers that the whole earth is now sick and it needs a great healing. They also said that it is in the hearts and the songs of children that Ye'ja will be caused to heal earth. "Others," they said, are too busy grabbing more than they need making a lop-sided way to live.
Therefore, let us not cast shadows for children to stand in, but move our plans aside and allow sunshine to land on blossoms and children, equally. That is all for now. Sul'ma'ejote
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"Hay" (thought - the old ones called it 'thinkings'); "dutsi" (the actions of thought, thought bubbling like Alka-Seltzer, a churning, a refining); "la"(the outcome of that action, end product)
Hay’dutsi’la (by thinking with the mind)
According to our legends, hay'dutsi (thought) was the "first thing." Then there was tosok'jami (dream) This universe was not present, only hay'dutsi in the vastness. Thought thought and thought, "for a million years or more" and thought itself into voice. Thought thought voice should be pretty so changed to song. Song dreamed and sang "for a million years or more," then that which we are familiar with as the universe slowly began to appear.
Hay'dutsi'la means "by thinking." Anthropology will attempt to convince everyone that natives the world over are incapable of thought, but it is that study that in its rush to degrade natives has robbed the world of precious thought and dreams. Thought is the driving force of this hemispheric's indigenous, and has been for a very long time, dreams and thought. With this blog I expect to contact thinkers and dreaming children.
The European concept of native people being incapable of thought, by the Study of Man, and confused by the God-concepts that formed European thought, spread across the indigenous homelands, a blanket of hegemony, wounded by rote education, neglected in the realm of the great thinkers, Assigned a special place on the ladder of civilization, one step backwards and downwards, rendered mute by higher education and understood by the masses as frivolous or nonexistent, has caused native thought patterns the world-over to seek refuge in silence.
In that silence the study-of-man then finds a great arena where continuous and irreparable societal damage is constantly inflicted by the “learned” experts of the modern world.
Hay'dutsi'la means "by thinking." Anthropology will attempt to convince everyone that natives the world over are incapable of thought, but it is that study that in its rush to degrade natives has robbed the world of precious thought and dreams. Thought is the driving force of this hemispheric's indigenous, and has been for a very long time, dreams and thought. With this blog I expect to contact thinkers and dreaming children.
The European concept of native people being incapable of thought, by the Study of Man, and confused by the God-concepts that formed European thought, spread across the indigenous homelands, a blanket of hegemony, wounded by rote education, neglected in the realm of the great thinkers, Assigned a special place on the ladder of civilization, one step backwards and downwards, rendered mute by higher education and understood by the masses as frivolous or nonexistent, has caused native thought patterns the world-over to seek refuge in silence.
In that silence the study-of-man then finds a great arena where continuous and irreparable societal damage is constantly inflicted by the “learned” experts of the modern world.
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Darryl "Babe" Wilson
In 1939 Sul'ma'ejote, aka Darryl Babe Wilson, me, was born in Qatsade (Fall River Valley) on the north bank of Sul'ma'ejote (Fall River) at Fall River Mills, a stone toss from It'ajuma (Pit River). Like many native families at that time, my family shadowed in and out of civilization. When I was in the second grade in the Fall River Valley, my mother was killed in a lumber truck-automobile accident. The family shattered, the state caught us and we were scattered in California, but out of our homeland. Summers we managed to run back to our homeland, our people, the dream of life and the ancient dance of nature's powers.
In my gnarled and old age, I look back across the ages and see with my heart that the wonder and magic of children can very well be the emotion that manages to hold earth close enough to sun to make life livable. My parting thought to this earth is captured in my last book length manuscript: Two Moon.
Click here for a more complete version of my bio.
In my gnarled and old age, I look back across the ages and see with my heart that the wonder and magic of children can very well be the emotion that manages to hold earth close enough to sun to make life livable. My parting thought to this earth is captured in my last book length manuscript: Two Moon.
Click here for a more complete version of my bio.
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