America was sacred land which the Indigenous lived peacefully upon for Thousands of Years before the Foreign Settlers came in and claimed it and enslaved what Natives were left after the slaughters. Natives respected the land as belonging to no one but Earth and left no trace of themselves in their Nomadic Lifestyle while roaming the Plains according to the Seasons. When they lived upon Turtle Island (America) the land was sacred and pure. There were deep blue skies with plenty of oxygen with fluffy white clouds and clear streams and rivers. This was before the settlers came and ignorance prevailed over man. In less than 100 years Modern Man has managed to mismanage governing and leave their own people starving and laden with disease, warfare and poverty. The fish have been exploited creating crisis and death in the oceanic food chain, hundreds of species are going extinct by the day, the water is toxic and air polluted, the food is poisoned with pesticides and modified from it’s original God given Divine perfection of genetics, now causing allergies and illness and leaving the food tasteless and tough in consistency. Despite all these disasters some unwise leaders and individuals are increasing the pace of destruction for temporary profits and are risking extinction of their own species in the process. The World needs an immediate return to Sanity and Leaders Worldwide who are capable of being Stewards of Mother Earth’s well being once again and who can work together taking the action necessary for the Survival of All Life. – Anna M Smith
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My Mother was a vivacious and strong Earth Loving Mother whom I always referred to as Earth Goddess because Mother Earth and all her creatures, including humans were so precious and important to my mother. She treated all with equal importance, rich or poor but with a special care for those poor or in difficulty. She chose her Indian name to be WHITE CLOUD SPIRIT. My great grandfather, Judge Robert Owen Barnes was a Chief and Judge on the Cherokee Reservation in Oklahoma. Being a Chief he had several wives which was tradition. My mother told me that he had six wives throughout his long life if I recall. His Indian name was in Cherokee. My Grandfather’s Native wives all birthed at home so no other records were kept but my mom was able to trace our roots and register us on CHEROKEE NATION when we were growing up because one wife had English blood and gave birth in a hospital. My mother’s Native Blood ran strong through her spirit and she often referred to my Irish/Scottish dad as Pale Face and Up Tight White when she was upset. 😉 She rebelled every American Holiday, from Thanksgiving to the Fourth of July. She once dressed us all up like Natives with braids and painted faces and native dress and we rode our horses to our friends house where we were invited for Thanksgiving Dinner down the road, much to their surprise and to my delight ! 🙂 My mother took us to the Reservation in Oklahoma for Pow Wows when we were little which was the best thing she could have done to teach us some of our Native Traditions since we did not live on the Reservation. She married my dad because he dressed up like a Native Indian on their first date to a college fraternity costume party ! It was leap year so she asked him to marry her and the rest was history and her story.
At the time of her passing my mother asked for a Shamanic Ceremony with Indian traditional music and drumming the day of her passing from this world. She would not leave until the Chief of All Chiefs from the Spirit world came to get her. Close family members and significant others stood in a circle around her bed in the hospital room during the ceremony. After the shamanic rituals and sharing she blessed each person giving a deep, intense look at each one with the shake of her ceremonial feather. It felt like the look of the God coming from her eyes and no one dared to breath a word as we each stood there in silence and received her final blessing. She was like a female chief and medicine woman with her commanding presence. As everyone was leaving the room she called me and my sisters to stay and she voluntarily took off her oxygen mask as we held hands around her and waited for her spirit to leave her body. This was an intense and unexpected act and called upon courage to accept but it was her choice to choose her moment to leave this world and went in the spirit of who my mother was in my life. I felt her leaving her strength and life force to me and my siblings in her passing. She had given Indian names to all the doctors and nurses during her week in the hospital and they all loved her and she loved them which was mothers nature. They did not even mind when she turned up the Native drumming music loud the day of her passing. It must have surprised the other patients and was likely a blessing to them as well. Such was the nature of my strong Cherokee mother named White Cloud Spirit. My mother had a strong and dramatic self sufficient Indian spirit like Indian woman in the photo below.
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