Quantum Physics and Native American Sympathetic Magic

QUANTUM NATIVE AMERICAN SYMPATHETIC MAGIC

The Age of Aquarius has given us the New paradigm of the Laws of Spiritual Quantum Physics. These laws have torn off the lid of the box that contains the secrets of creation and the creator God.

Many of the seers, magicians, healers, medicine men and shamans of the past instinctively and intuitively knew about how the Laws of Spiritual Quantum Physics works.

They didn't use the new modern day terminology for these laws. But they knew the working principals.

They knew that magic was action at a distance and that they could use their minds to effect changes in people, places and events.

They all agreed that everything is alive in its own way. Trees, rocks, rivers, clouds etc.

And they used their minds and rituals to create a form of sympathetic magic between themselves and the objects of their rituals.

The new laws of Spiritual Quantum Physics tell us that everything in the Universe is connected by consciousness. That the human mind can effect people, places, events, animals and even the planet by using their minds.

It works on the same principle that our Native Americans use to effect and change reality. It is a modern day version of sympathetic magic.

The age of materialism that has crept over the world in the past 100 years has cut us off from our spiritual heritage.

It is within our Spiritual nature that we humans can seek the workings and principles of the lost art of sympathetic magic.

I was reintroduced to it by my friend Willie White feather, a Cherokee medicine man when I lived in Arizona.

He had an old beat up Toyota truck that never seemed to quit.

I had a 1978 Dodge pickup. One day when Willie and I were driving up to Four Corners (Hopi Land) in my truck it started to sputter and felt like it wanted to stall.

He saw the distress on my face and said “Ragnar, don't get angry or fearful. Just talk to the truck and make an oath of friendship with it.”

I looked at him not completely understanding.

He continued, “I made a friendship sacred pledge with my truck and now it never fails me. Everything is alive. Let your truck know that you know it is alive. Talk to it”

“Pull over,” he said.

I pulled the Dodge over to the side of the road and we both got out.

Willie took his medicine pouch (he always kept it with him on a leather thong around his neck) and sprinkled some blue corn meal around the truck. This was to make the ground sacred.

We stood in front of the truck and Willie said, “now give it a name and make a sacred friendship pact with it.”

“I am going to call him Willie,” I said.

He smiled.

I placed both hands on the hood. I began, “Willie my friend I know that you are alive in your own way. You are my friend and I make this sacred pledge to you. I will never junk you or give you away as long as I stay in Arizona/ I ask you to never break down or stall or fail to start anywhere I cannot get help. I will continue to fix you and replace your worn out parts for as long as we are together. This is my pledge to you.”

Willie nodded and we got back into the truck. It started right up and we drove all the way to Four Corners, the motor humming perfectly and smoothly.

I kept Willie for 18 years. He was and old friend and many of his part were worn (like mine).

But he never failed to get me home or to where I was going. He never once stopped in the middle of the vastness of the Southwest desert or mountains.

Whenever some part gave out he warned me. He would get me home and then in the morning he would not start till I found the problem. He always let me know when he needed help.

Or he would give out at a gas station garage after I filled it up. The mechanic on duty was always friendly and helpful.

Once I took a long trip to Baker, Nevada. I had to pass through Las Vegas. The negative vibrations in that city we so bad that I did not even stop for gas. I knew I needed gas but I refused to stop.

I drove straight on through and started up out of the desert into the mountains.

Half way up the mountain I could see that the gas needle was on empty. Willie started to sputter. I spoke to him and told him “not here.”

It was night time and a lite snow was falling.

We sputtered for another 3-4 miles and finally reached the crest. It was all down hill from there. I put Willie in neutral and started down. The motor went silent and I coasted with my foot on the brake.

A few miles down the mountain side a small gas station, nestled in on the right side of the road appeared.

I coasted in and stopped in front of the single pump. It was 3 AM. It was closed so I curled up on the seat and went to sleep.

A slight tapping on the window woke me. It was the owner. I filled Willie up and we continued to Baker.

I also took Willie cross country to New York twice. Once pulling my Jeep. It was over 7000 total miles and I was never fearful or even considered the fact that I might not make it in a 1978 Dodge pickup.

I have more stories about me and Willie but that is enough to get my message across.

Yes, the New paradigm of Spiritual Quantum Physics has reopened the way to magic. It is one of the tools or gifts from the Creator God. Magic is ours. It does not belong only to Native American shamans, and medicine men. Learn to use it. Talk to your truck and car. Befriend it!

Ragnar Storyteller (AKA Ellis Peterson is a Korean War Vet living with his wife Lory and dog Dixie in the boonies of the Pocono Mountains. He is a retired math professor and electronics engineer. He is the inventor of the simple radionics device called “The Nordic Ond Orgone Generator”. He has written over 200 articles and booklets on runes, radionics, quantum physics, viking history, orgone generators and alternate healing methods. You can see more of his works on his websites:

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Odin And The Indians Fighting Off Apache Spirit Warriors

ODIN-AND-THE INDIANS

When I still lived in Arizona I performed many more Odin Rituals then I do here in Pennsylvania.

Willie Whitefeather a very wise Cherokee Medicine man and my close friend gave me the reason why.

He said that the Southwest was still a very powerful place for the Indian to live. There are still many spirits of Indian warriors and medicine men there. A great place for warriors.

The Great Spirit was still there. If and when the Great Spirit were to leave than all the power that protects the Indians would be gone.

He said that in the Northeast where I was born, the Gods and Goddesses of my people once lived. They did not live there any more. They were pushed out by the increasing number of other tribes, from all over the world, that moved in.

These other Tribes now have the power and as more and more come in, the less power my people, the Northern Europeans, will have.

He told me more than once (after I had moved back to the Northeast) that I had made a mistake. That Odin and the gods and goddesses of my people were now there in the Southwest.

He said that though we were different peoples there was not much differences in our basic warrior culture and gods.

He equated Odin to the Great Spirit.

He said that this change of power in the land was natural. The Indians had been doing it for thousands of years. Taking over the power points of other tribes and using the energy.

The big difference he said was that though the different Indian tribes fought each other, they all had one god, The Great Spirit.

My people had abandoned Odin for foreign gods, that were meant for other tribes.

We gave away almost all our power.

He equated myself and the other Odin followers to his people. Within his people there is a definite split between the traditional Indians those who follow the old ways and the hang-arounds the reservation Indians. The ones who copied the white man's ways and religions. Hated by the traditionals.

Same as Northern European People following the religion of desert dwellers.

I have a great deal to share with you about what that wise Indian Shaman taught me when I spent a great deal of time with him in the desert and mountains of Arizona,for another time.

Let me tell you about this ritual called Odin and the Indian Spirits.

Again I share these secret and sacred events in my life with you because I am trying to tell you that we need to build more one-on-one relationships with Odin and the gods/goddesses. We must stop worshiping him as The God of the Vikings. He predates the Viking Age by thousands of years. The same as the Great Spirit predates the Cherokee and the Apaches.

Get rid of those moth eaten Ritual books that were written by another. Go it alone and build your own in the mental and spiritual worlds and those of your kind will find you.

So, here is another story and ritual to inspire you.

Each true Viking Spirit Warrior is equal to a thousand mead guzzling half Christian - half pagan- so called vikings who go the woods to have fun.

When you make real contact with Odin and the god/goddesses like I have you will find him and them in the most god-awful places and you will do it alone.

When I was with Willie Whitefeather around the camp fire we talked about many things. He opened my eyes to many areas that I knew nothing about.

To Indians the Spirit World is very real. Communication with spirits is very real. Spirits can hurt you.

Gods are very real. The major difference between an Indian Medicine Man and an Indian Warrior, is that the Medicine Man spends more time in the Spirit World. He knows that is where the power is.

We became such close friends that Willie invited me to go with him to the Hopi Indian sacred caves in four corners.

While I was there I was greeted by the grandfather. A very aged but very wise and functional Hopi Indian Medicine Man.

I was allowed one visit to one of the sacred caves, with Willie.

I saw a 3000 year old pictograph painted on the cave walls.

It was a line drawing of three sailing ships in line.

When we left the cave Willie smiled and nodded. He told me that the Hopi Indians the keeper of Indian history, knew of the coming of Columbus over 1500 years before he showed up

Remind me to tell you the story of how I found pictograph runes in a cave on the cliff walls of Superstition Mountains.

Willie had to stay over, in Four Corners, so I had to make the long drive back to Phoenix myself in my ole 1979 Dodge pickup.

When I left the Hopi Indian reservation I started down the long high desert highway towards the giant Indian Rock Monuments that this part of Arizona is so famous for.

I passed the most famous Ship Rock Monument and roared on down the highway at 70. These highways are straight as an arrow, and devoid of all traffic.

You could feel the Indian Power all around you, especially when you passed one of the standing sacred rocks.

Suddenly it started!

At first I thought something was wrong with my steering, it was awfully tight.

I was being pulled to the right. Not knowing what it was my first instinct was to slow down to 40.

I instantly started to chant my Odin Rituals.

These repetitious Odin chants have pulled me out of many difficult spots before. Both on the physical plane and the inner planes.

I softly chanted, "Odin, Odin, Odin guide me. Odin, Odin, Odin heal me. Odin, Odin, Odin protect me." My favorite for it covers all bases.

The steering was still tight and the wheel seemed to want to pull me more and more to the right.

Then it locked up. Did my steering box break? Did I lose all fluid?

I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I looked down the road and there about a mile away stood two very large jagged and powerful Indian rocks. They were very close to the road, one on each side.

My chanting got louder and faster. "Odin, Odin, Odin guide me. Odin, Odin, Odin heal me. Odin, Odin, Odin protect me."

The steering wheel was jammed and I was drifting to the right very slowly. With all my strength (I weigh 225) I could not budge it. I could see that I was being pulled towards the jagged Indian rock on the right.

No more formalities. I shouted as loud ad I could, "Odin, Odin, Odin .........."

Continuously.

I swallowed my fear and jammed the gas pedal to the floor. I had to get past those Indian rocks.

Forty-five, fifty ........ I was going to run this Indian Gauntlet or die trying. No turning back.

At 70 I literately flew at the Indian rocks.

This was indeed a battle to the death. (Have you ever been in a battle to the death?) The locked steering wheel, the jagged Indian rocks and my every muscle straining to turn back to the middle of the road.

Plus don't forget my Odin, Odin, Odin at the top of my lungs. (I never forget ODIN, especially in a Tight spot)

I don't know how I did it but I flew past the Indian rocks like a rocket. And as I put distance between myself and those deadly rocks the wheel loosened up.

I got to the middle of the road and slowed down.

The following week I met Willie Whitefeather and told him what had happened.

He stayed silent and beckoned me to follow him. We got into his old Toyota pickup and headed to the desert. Once there, still silent Willie took his medicine bag with him and went out alone.

He stopped by a small barrel cactus and sprinkled blue corn meal around it in a circle. Then he sat down, held his sacred medicine pouch in his both hands and closed his eyes.

I knew that he was seeking a Vision.

After awhile he got up, thanked the Great Spirit and came back to me.

"You were attacked by two Apache Spirit warriors" Wille said.

"They felt your warrior spirit and were angry that you should be allowed on the sacred Hopi Indian grounds. For they were never allowed such an honor", Willie continued.

So they decided to destroy you but taking control of you truck and crashing you into one of the jagged rocks.

Wille stopped and smiled. "It was when that one-eyed warrior spirit appeared and took control of the steering wheel. He drove the Apache spirits away.

"Ragnar," he smiled, "you did not do it."

"Odin I asked?"

Yes Willie smiled and nodded.

For those who don't believe. I ask you:.... "how many dealings do you have with the spirit world?" How much do you believe in the gods/goddesses of your people? How much do you believe in the Great Spirit. Have you become too materialistic? (believe in only what you can touch, smell, see?)

Get out of the big cities before it is too late. Take your children back to nature.

Thank you for listening.

Ragnar Storyteller

P.S.

I had set up the Resonant Frequency of Odin. His warring energy came out of the Quantum Ocean (where he now resides) and covered my truck with his powerful energy.

The Apache Spirit Warriors felt it and retreated.

You do not need (nor do I think many of us have the power) to attract Odin in the flesh to help you. Attracting his energy in times of danger is enough. (Laws of Quantum Physics and Resonant Frequencies.)

Ellis Peterson AKA Ragnar Storyteller is a retired math professor and electronics engineer. He has been studying astrology, runes, metaphysics and alternate healing treatments for over 30 years. He is 70+, in very good health and lives in the boonies of the Pocono mountains with his wife Lory. His writings are unique and refreshing.

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The Earth Is Alive and Running Out of Breath

Native American Prophecy


I was surfing the net the other day and I ran across an old friend of mine, Willy Whitefeather. He has a marvelous video on You-Tube. It has been 25 years since I last saw my friend, but seeing him and hearing his voice brought back a flood of good memories.

Willy is saying the same things now, that he said 25 years ago, when he lectured in the bookstores of Phoenix, Arizona.

Time is getting short. Mother Nature is about to shake herself once more. End time? Destruction? Collapse?

It reminds me of the 'Wolf Age' predicted in the Norse mythologies of my Viking ancestors.

We are running out of clear water, clean air and uncontaminated, productive soil.

Is anyone listening? It's hard to tell. With this extremely powerful, politically correct society we live in, we are not getting the truth of what is happening to our environment from the media. We are only getting what they want us to know, so they can keep the status Quo the way "they" want it.

I was thinking back and I pulled out some of my old notes that I had taken, notes from Willy Whitefeather's lectures and our private talks as we sat on the floor of my Phoenix apartment and shared stories.

There was an article by Joan Price written in the '70's' called "The Earth is Alive and Running Out of Breath".

I would like to share some of it with you and the things we knew 20-25 years ago and did very little about. Is anybody except 'them' listening?

The Hopi Indians knew that mining on their lands would upset the natural balances across the whole planet and not just in the Four Corners. There are critical points on our map where the health of all life on the planet is affected. One of them is Four Corners, where Arizona, New Mexico, Utah and Colorado meet.

The Hopi know that this is a 'Spot of Power.'

Negative ions are a significant factor in healing and health. Solar Radiation, rushing water and radioactive minerals are sources of negative ions and found in abundance in the Four Corners area.

There are seven Native American "Sacred Breathing Mountains" in the area. The San Francisco Peaks being one of them.

The clockwise and counter-clockwise energy currents of Earth and Sky are important to the Health of the Planet. Traditional Hopi pottery has spiral patterns painted on them to signify these energy currents. Why don't we have Hopi Medicine Men in our governemental agencies of Health and Environment? They forgot more about our Earth that our beauricratic scientists ever knew.

Is anyone listening? The Earth's ALIVE and if we learn to live in harmony with it all is well. If not.....?

Compared to the incalculably powerful heat engine that drives our global weather, all the nuclear devices in the world are just like so many fire crackers.

Modern civilization, in exploiting electricity has created a planetary grid of seething and pulsing Megalopolitan Centers (cities) that is out of phase with the natural grid of the planet.

Everything depends upon proper balance. Underground water acts like a magnet attracting rain from the clouds; rain from the clouds acts like a a magnet raising the water tables to the roots of our crops and plants.

Man made strip mines are destroying the water levels - no more rain?

The Hopi's believe that if this imbalance is kept up, the land will shake like a Hopi rattle; land will sink and dry up. Rains will be barred by unseen forces. Plants will not grow. Corn will not grow, animals will die. We will die, not only the Hopi, but all will disintegrate to nothing...Time is very short.

Is anyone listening? Time to stop power plants, atomic plants, strip mining and drilling for oil. We are killing our planet and ourselves. We have wind and Sun power to generate power. But the powers that be, have not figured out how to put a meter on the wind and sun.

When Willy talked about the Four Horses of the Apocalypse, he said, "Fear was riding on the horse called 'GREED."

How can we destroy this beast?



Ellis Peterson AKA Ragnar Storyteller is a retired math professor and electronics engineer. He has studied astrology, metaphysics, runes and quantum physics for over 25 years. He is truly a knowledgeable gray beard. His writings are refreshing. He has combined the ancient wisdom teachings with the 21st century laws of quantum physics.

For more of his writings please visit his websites:

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Native American Prophetic Medicine Man

The Prophetic Medicine Man


Here I sit 20 years after leaving Arizona and my friend Willie Whitefeather, a Cherokee medicine man.

We had many long conversations in the desert and in my small apartment. It was a strange buy strong bond we had, Willie a Native American and myself a Viking.

Our belief systems had a great deal in common.

I look back now and see some of the things we talked about, have come to pass and as Willie used to say, "What goes around, comes around."

I took a few notes on our conversations in a steno pad. As I look at these notes now, I wish I had written more.

At age 70 plus, I see the world differently than I did when I was younger.

When I watch the News and see what a bad place we have moved into, I think of Willie's
conversations and how the pompous asses running our government and the world could use what he said to make it a better world.

Better than that, they should bring him to the UN and let him speak.

Here are some odds and ends from our conversations that you may find interesting ---- and give yourself time to reflect and think about these things.

Who Are the Real Bad Guys?

When the Tennessee Valley Authority flooded the little Tennessee Valley to make Tellico Damn, they not only destroyed the most important religious and historic sites of the Cherokee, they destroyed the very core of their "nature!"

But they also disturbed the Cherokee graves, The remains of 15,000 Cherokee graves, remains of a people who believe above all in the sanctity of the dead ----- were put in shoe boxes and stored in a basement at the University of Tennessee.

And those 15,000 graves were only 3 % of all the Indian graves in the valley. The rest were flooded. To ad insult to injury, remains belonging to all non - Indians, who would be disturbed by the flooding, were immediately re-buried.

Willie says, "The Last - B - First."

"Someday when we learn ---------- The Cherokee Nation will return," is a line from a popular song.

" tell you these things for I see that we can no longer do anything we want to do -------- without a backlash."

Odin once told his people you cannot drop a pebble into the ocean without the waves it forms reaching to Asgard and Valhalla.

The 21st Century laws of Quantum Physics are telling us that everything is energy. Everything that ever was, is, or will be exists in an infinite ocean of thinking energy called the Quantum Ocean.

The Cherokee spirits from the flooded Tennessee Valley still exist there.

When and how will the waves made by the Tennessee Valley Authorities inhumanity come back to the physical world.

Even though you and I did not have anything directly to do with the T.V.A., we allowed those in charge to do it. We, the little people, must find a way of stopping the big people endangering us with dangerous backlashes.


Ellis Peterson AKA Ragnar Storyteller is a retired math professor and electronics engineer. He has studied astrology, metaphysics, runes and quantum physics for over 25 years. He is truly a knowledgeable gray beard. His writings are refreshing. He has combined the ancient wisdom teachings with the 21st century laws of quantum physics.

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Native American Broken Treaties

Native American Broken Treaties

Even though it has been twenty years, I remember it as if it were yesterday.

Willie Whitefeather, my Cherokee Indian medicine man friend, used to come out of the desert to visit me.

He knocked so loudly on my apartment door, at two in the morning, that he would wake the whole complex.

I would let him in and he would plop on the rug in the living room with his brown bag full of fresh corn, which he had just liberated from some field.

I would sit in my chair, ( I never could get comfortable in the cross -legged sitting style that he used.)

Willie would shuck the corn and dig into the uncooked corn. I always thought he must have teeth like steel the way he could bite and chew that raw corn. But he loved it that way, no salt no butter.

When I think back, I could kick myself for not having a tape recorder on to record all the wonderful stories he used to tell me. I have to do the best I can do to remember some of them. When he had finished off the corn, he would lay back and fall off to sleep for a few hours.

I remember thinking, that Willie loves life and has a great sense of humor. One of his favorite past times was to go to the complex pool with me.

There were always five or six women sunbathing on lounge chairs around the pool. And in Arizona the sun shines 360 days a year.

Willie would let down his long black hair, run towards the pool and leap into it, while emitting this loud Indian war cry. He hit the water like a cannon ball, and being a small pool, it drenched the women in the lounge chairs.

When he came to the surface with his black hair smacked down, framing his classic Indian features, he had a big smile on his face. This presented a most fearsome Indian warrior look, that caused several of the women to get up and run away screaming. Willie would smirk, and be most satisfied, having caused the desired effect.

He was like a little boy during these times and loved splashing around the pool. But I encouraged him to make a fast exit.

Broken Treaties

Willie told me a story he called "Broken Treaties,"

At the time before the break up of Russia, Willie was wary of them. He called Russia "The Bear!" Let's see if I can recall some of the story for it is quite long.

The Bear looked over the mountain and saw a fat country (USA). The Bear was hungry. So the Bear decided to unite with the Eagle (USA). Bear studied the Eagle. Bear saw that the people were" idealists." Bear decided to divide and then conquer.

Bear started with one word "abortion." The country divided, Bear then placed a guilt trip on the women and the country divided again. Then Bear used two words "child abuse."

Bear had every one arguing amongst themselves. Next Bear put fear into the Chief of the country and he built a wall around the White House. Now that the country was afraid, they would not go to Europe they would go to "Disneyland!"

Bear knew that if the Chief is in fear of Nasty terrorists, the whole tribe would be in fear.

The brain of Bear is behind his mouth.

Bear looked back at the old days and made enemies of all former friends..

Now Bear builds a wall around the country so the mean and nasty terrorists won't hurt the TV watching people.

But then the people shout, " Hey wait! We can't get out!"

"Gottcha!" sez Bear.

Bear is to white man what white man was to the Indians. ---Trail of Broken Treaties --- come full circle.

When I think back about Willie I am still amazed how wise that Cherokee Medicine man was.

He knew more about the inner workings of world politics than most white men.

And he spent almost all of his time in the desert, at Four Corners, on the Colorado river and the Grand Canyon.

I believe that his periodic Vision Quests and sweat lodges gave him more accurate news than CNN or the New York Times.



Ellis Peterson AKA Ragnar Storyteller is a retired math professor and electronics engineer. He has studied astrology, metaphysics, runes and quantum physics for over 25 years. He is truly a knowledgeable gray beard. His writings are refreshing. He has combined the ancient wisdom teachings with the 21st century laws of quantum physics.

For more of his writings please visit his websites:

http://www.runes-for-health-wealth-love-now.com

http://www.olevikingshop.com

Or just go to goggle and type in his pen name Ragnar Storyteller for his listings.

He is a ghost writer and will write articles for you. He can be contacted at epete@ptd.net

You can also visit his informative blogs on runes, quantum physics, magic, spirituality, alternate healing methods.

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NATIVE AMERICAN CHEROKEE TRAIL OF TEARS

Good morning,

Some more information about Native Americans and my friend Willie and his Native American wisdom.

My friend Willie Whitefeather was a Native American Cherokee and he spent a lot of time talking about the "Cherokee Trail of Tears." Many of his ancestors were in that march.

In case you are not familiar with it, I will share some of it with you.

The Trail of Tears is one of the saddest chapters in the history of the Native American. It came about because the US Government wanted to relocate the Cherokee Native Americans They had a plan to send them to a reservation near what is now known as Tulsa, Oklahoma.

It was no instant decision but was the result of a series of events that began in 1827.

It was that year that the Cherokee Nation declared itself a republic and even ratified its own constitution.

In 1828, a renowned Indian fighter named Andrew Jackson succeeded the more sympathetic John Quincy Adams in the white house.

Then in 1829, gold was discovered on Cherokee land. The following year, the Indian Removal Act was made law. After several years of delays and some Cherokee emigration from the area, the army moved to forcibly evacuate the remaining Cherokee's from then land. It was 1838.

Although the army officer in charge of the evacuation of the Cherokees in Georgia issued strict orders that it be carried out as humanely as possible, his orders were largely ignored.

Cherokee families were herded out of their homes at bayonet point, shoved, struck and even shot.

Personal property was seized and sold. Bands of looters pillaged Indian villages, sometimes before all residents had left.

Not even the cemeteries were spared, as thieves unearthed graves for silver pendants and jewelry.

After temporary internment in camps, the Cherokees were grouped in caravans. In September, 1838 the Indians began the long trek to their new home in crude wagons, on horseback, but mostly on foot.

They trudged through the snowy winter cold. Many were elderly and feeble and they died along the way. Travelers who passed the processions described a din of weeping as the caravan slowed momentarily to bury the dead.

When the last of the Cherokees arrived at the reservation in March, 1839, it was not known exactly how many had perished. The estimate is 4000, one fifth of their entire population.

Four other Native American tribes in the Gulf States region were uprooted during this time. The Creek, Choctaw, Chickasaw and Seminole.

By 1840, the Trail of Tears, as the route to the reservation land came to be known, was closed.

All five Native American tribes had been removed from their homelands.

Wouldn't it be nice if Hollywood and TV would put aside for awhile the movies and program, about the Holocaust and tell the story about the Native American Cherokees?


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NATIVE AMERICAN SIGNS

Good morning,

My Native American friend Willie Whitefeather was full of $1,000,000 verbal gems.

I am sorry that I did not carry a tape recorder with me.

He once said "Curious Bear ... (that is the name Willie gave me for I was constantly asking questions)... the Great Spirit is constantly talking to us with signs, but you white men are not listening.

He had a Native American interpretation for every sign he saw.

If a bird flew past you from left to right it was a certain message. if it flew right to left a different message. If it flew from the front into your heart and important message.

Speaking of signs and prophecies, in the sacred cave of the Native American Hopi's in 4 Corners, Arizona are several amazing signs in the for of pictographs, on the walls.

These pictographs are at least 3000 years old.

One shows, very clearly three sailing ships heading towards land. The Native Americans knew that Columbus was coming with three ships. They new is as sure as they knew that the sun would rise the next day, only they did not know when.

There was another interesting pictograph. It showed a stick figure of a beetle blowing on a flute crossing a stream.

The interpretation was ... "when the singing beetle who crosses the water dies there will be earth changes will be soon."

John Lennon!

The day after John Lennon died hundreds of Native American medicine man can out of seclusion and once again walked amongst the people getting them prepared.

Are we preparing?

The Cherokee word for hello is O-C-O.

The Native Americans had it all together before the landing of the white man.

"If one people in the tribe was starving ... it meant the whole tribe was starving. They shared their food, their wisdom and then they allowed to Pilgrims to land."

Will Rogers who was a mixed blood Cherokee Indian asked...

"Would we have allowed the Indians to land?"

One day the Cherokee Nation will return.

So many people have a drop of Cherokee blood in their veins and many of them do not know that the Cherokees are the keepers of the sacred fire.

The sacred fire was carried from Tennessee to Oklahoma on the Cherokee Trail of Tears in 1838. It's never gone out.

The Northern Europeans had it all together before the Christians came. What kind of a world would it be if we had converted them to paganism?

The Northern Europeans will return.

Ragnar