Once, not long ago there arose a great conflict between the Tsoyaha and the foreign priests. The Suns children were greatly outnumbered. The foreign priests, some even family of the Tso, began to attack from all directions. Through false propaganda reports went out about the evil Tsoyaha. Soon, they were decimated.
The light became dim and the world began to suffer greatly. The way was now in the hands of the foreign priests and their minions. Brothers that were taught the Ancient Way turned on their teachers and treacherously subverted the minds of the people.
There is something familiar that has invaded the minds of most so-called natives. Subtlety it began, oozing its toxic message throughout traditional America. Once it became the dominate way its subtle nature acquiesced to its true self.
Day by day, week by week and year by year it grew into a formidable foe. The elders warned us of its coming. They spoke of its tendencies, its message and its overall nature. They told us how it would destroy the Panther, but the Panther could not die. Yet, more and more of our people accepted it as the way.
As we were forcibly moved and relocated to foreign lands a void was created. Those few that remained clothed themselves in a foreign culture to survive. It soon became their way, at least in part. They began to absorb aspects of these foreign teachings as their own. Within one generation the old ways had deteriorated and after several generations it was hardly recognizable.
This new message began to spread far and wide. As traditional America shrank the foreign way grew. Before long most of so-called native America had become believers in the foreign way. And they began to defend it as if it was their own. It had become their way and they were now foreigners that once again attempted to completely usurp and destroy The Ancient Way.
No longer recognizing the Ancient Way, old friends became the instrument that the dark spirits used to subdue the Tsoyaha. The Sun infused blood was targeted as the plague of the earth. Yet, Tsoyaha still spoke and sang the old songs and soon something started to appear.
A storm appeared. Out of a blackening sky came the Ancient Ones. Their voices began to be heard. Even some of those of the foreign way recognized a familiar voice. Day by day, week by week and year by year the Four Legs of The Panther returned. With its body whole it began to move across the Turtles back, looking for the Four Legs of The Buffalo, Four Legs of The Wolf and Yatiti. Soon they were all united and waited upon Waeno.
True human beings have begun to see for the first time. The Four Faces of Gohantone has spoken with the Four Winds sending forth the Four Brothers and Four Wind Messengers. Everywhere they have planted seed to spring forth in due time. Word has spread throughout tribal communities across the Turtles back. The people have started asking about the mysterious Yudjiha, Kutani and Iniha.
As truth reveals itself we are faced with a great dilemma. Can we overcome generations of false paradigms? With our minds programmed to believe the false teachings of the false priests we fight against TRUTH; a truth that long ago was common knowledge. We are faced with two roads, one of a higher nature and that of its opposite, the low road.
Once, not so long ago an Ancient Way was given to us as a special gift. Through the Sun of the Sun we were given the teachings of the Rainbow Grounds. It is our choice and right to choose which road we will take.
WHAT IS IT GOING TO BE?
Saga Yashkah
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