Thread: Seeking ties (attn: Shadow/whoever) 3/8/10

Shadow nods.

"Grandfather Thunder - he walks with lightning, he is the storm, the cleansing force of nature."

"And the Great Spirit, is it a white buffalo?"

"At times," Shadow says nodding.

"Grandfather, Great Spirit, you have been always, and before you no one has been. There is no other one to pray to but you. You yourself, everything that you see, everything has been made by you. The star nations all over the universe you have finished. The four quarters of the earth you have finished. The day, and in that day, everything you have finished. Grandfather, Great Spirit, lean close to the earth that you may hear the voice I send. You towards where the sun goes down, behold me; Thunder Beings, behold me! You where the White Giant lives in power, behold me! You where the sun shines continually, whence come the day-break star and the day, behold me! You where the summer lives, behold me! You in the depths of the heavens, an eagle of power, behold! And you, Mother Earth, the only Mother, you who have shown mercy to your children!

Hear me, four quarters of the world--a relative I am! Give me the strength to walk the soft earth, a relative to all that is! Give me the eyes to see and the strength to understand, that I may be like you. With your power only can I face the winds.

Great Spirit, Great Spirit, my Grandfather, all over the earth the faces of living things are all alike. With tenderness have these come up out of the ground. Look upon these faces of children without number and with children in their arms, that they may face the winds and walk the good road to the day of quiet.

This is my prayer; hear me! The voice I have sent is weak, yet with earnestness I have sent it. Hear me!

It is finished. Hetchetu aloh!

Now, my friend, let us smoke together so that there may be only good between us."

Shawn takes the pipe, kind of unsure of exactly what is expected. As he inhales, he nearly dies from a coughing fit.

Shadow's laugh is a low chuckle that seems to go on and on. He smiles and reaches for the pipe back.

"Smoking is a gift. In smoke, we send messages to the Great Spirit."

Shawn manages to rasp out, "Maybe I'll be the strong, silent type, then." He wipes his eyes.

His eyes crinkle again in amusement and he chuckles.

"Surely you don't want to offend the Spirits?" he motions a circle with his pipe.

"Hey-a, hey-a, hech-tu," he chants drawing circles of smoke as he speaks.

"Each ring, each puff, takes our desires, our hearts, and sends the message to the Great Spirit. Our ancestors hear these messages. Smoke is the bearer, but I suppose you don't have to inhale, Clinton didn't and he became the Great White Chief."

Shawn laughs. "That he did, but that just shows how low the white man has fallen, not that he was so great to begin with...."

"I definitley would NOT want to offend the spirits."

"Indeed, you might become Governor of Arkansas!"