hay'dutsi'la: SILVER DAWN OF THE SWINOMISH, 2011

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.

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

SILVER DAWN OF THE SWINOMISH, 2011

[I wrote this for my grandchildren so they might see, touch and taste what I did. Maybe it will cause the hair on their neck to stand up. I wrote it so I would never forget, too ]

SILVER DAWN OF THE SWINOMISH, 2011
It is true, it is true,
It is true, it is true
they came in a dream in a whispering canoe
They came as one heart hearing an ancestral drum, beating
I looked and there was a great greeting, a great greeting, a great greeting,
Paddles thrusting, rising, shining, dipping, thrusting
as it has been for every generation of our lives, trusting
Muckleshoot and Quiluete, S’Kokomish, Sonomish, Suquamish too,
Puyallip, Samish and Lummi true,
Shinnocok, Kyuqot, Sliammon then
Hamoloco, Nanoose, Naniamo again and again,
Slipping through the silver dawn they came,
as a dream, as a dream, as a dream they came,
Dandalia, Bella Bella and Warm Springs slid by
Our ancestors singing under dripping skies,
Sauk Suiattle, Alaska, Santa Barbara, see,
they came as a dream for you and for me
The paddles splashed, a thousand cameras flashed,
and the multitude was crying,
While the universe wrapped around us all
and was sweetly sighing
The mist appeared then came a constant sprinkle
The same that fell a million years ago,
making sweet, little hearts tinkle.
Great Powers of the universe leaned close
whispering one to another,
“It is a good way, yes it is a good way, yes it is a good way,
little sister and brother.”
Esquimalt, Quinault, Queets and Umatilla; Esquimalt, Quinault, Queets and Umatilla; Esquimalt, Quinault, Queets and Umatilla….

Darryl Babe Wilson (Grampa Babe)
(Read this again listening to the heart-beat of the universe. Also, please know that my capacity as a writer is faulty. To include every tribe, nation and person is sometimes difficult).