Make my eyes ever behold the red and purple sunsets.
                                                               Make me wise so that I may know the things you have taught my people.
                                                               The lessons you have hidden in every leaf and rock.
                                                               Make me ever ready to come to you with clean hands and straight eye.
                                                               So that when life fades as the fading sunset.
                                                               My spirit may come to you with out shame.
                                                                                 Tom White Cloud (Ojibwa)
                             
                                 If you talk to the animals they will talk with you, and you will
                                                               know each other. If you do not talk to them, you will not know
                                                               them, And what you do not know you will fear. What one fears
                                                               one DESTROYS.            
                                                                                                 Chief Dan George

                                                               The means by which we live have out distanced the ends

                                                               for which we live.

                                                               Our scientific power has out run our spiritual power.

                                                               We have guided missiles and misguided humans.

                                                               

                                                   

                                                                                                        

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                                                      If you take the Christian Bible and put it out in the wind and rain,
                                                      soon the paper which the words are printed on, will disintegrate. and
                                                      the words will be gone. Our Bible is the wind.
                                                                                       By anonymous Native Woman.

 
                                                      May our Moccasin's lead us on the true Red Road, to discover things we have
                                                      not yet seen.

 
                                                      You want to know who's a Real Medicine Man? He's the one who doesn't say,
                                                      I' am Medicine Man, He doesn't ask you to come to him. You have to go to
                                                      ask him. And you will find him among his own People.
                                                                                           Louis Farmer (Onondaga)

 
                                                    Ask me question from your heart, and I' all answer from my heart.
                                                                                          Buffalo Jim (Seminole)

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