Solstice Song!

Colors of the winter, sing within our hearts

sagonige, of the North, Cold Bringers own great shawl,

the face, of Father Sky.

Gigage, the power color,

the cloth, of the medicine bundle,

within is tobacco, to offer the ancients of the People, for guidance.

Unegv, of clouds, and snow, remind us of our time of rest,

dreaming within,

the connection, of family, and friends.

Dalonige, our Grandmother Sun, the warmth of life,

our connection to Mother Earth,

in this time of cold, and forgetfulness.

We pray through the night, singing with all our spirit,

reminding Grandmother Sun, her children still need her.

The drums will speak, and lead the dance around the sacred fire,

stories told of long ago, and the year that she forgot us.

Now, children of the People, it seems your hearts have strayed,

you have forgotten the importance, of the Winter Solstice.

Reach out to each other, and give back this sacred time,

remind those who have forgotten, this is our heritage.

Ring the bells, play the flutes, beat the drums harder,

pray with all your hearts, the darkness does not surround us.

Clean the Circle, smudge it, and each other,

approach with loving, humble hearts, your Creator,

speak of the needs in your lives, and for the coming year.

Make a noise most joyful, show respect, and honor,

give gifts to your Elders, and thank them for their guidance.

Teach the children of the ancients, and tell them the stories,

watch with them the new sunrise,

and, lift your voices in thankful prayer!

As told by my grandmother!

Granny

sagonige= say go nee gay =blue

gigage=gee gah gay = red

Unegv=oo ney guh =white

Dalonige= dah lo nee gay =yellow

The stories told by our grandmothers, were far more than simple "bedtime stories", there were the history of our Peoples. They told of our way of life, the why, the how, when we were to plant, harvest, rest, and play. The children of our People learned BY playing, every lesson was a game, a song, a dance, a story. In this way, every child was EAGER to learn, went from teacher to teacher with a joyful smiling face, excited when they were praised, but there was NO depression because of failure because there was no failure, only encouragement by all to do the very best THEY could do.

If a child came to an Elder and said, I think I see a better way to do this thing, they were not shamed, shushed, or sent away, told to sit down or shut up, they were encouraged to share that idea, to show what they were thinking. They were shown the same RESPECT as an adult; they were the future of the Nation.

The Solstice was a very special time, a time when fear ran deep. None of the North American Nations would EVER, forget the year Grandmother Sun lost the battle with Darkness on the longest night. It has happened FOUR times in the living history of my People, the Maya call it the Long Count Calendar, and today's Peoples are making much to do about it calling it the Christian "Armageddon", or the End of Time.

The year called 2009, is the year of the Flowering, 2012 is the year of many changes, the End of Times. It is the end of a time that was ruled by males, it is the BEGINNING of a time that will be ruled by the ESSENCE of what is FEMALE not women (so the men here will understand better, lol, that it is NOT meaning suddenly women will be taking over and ruling in the way that they understand "ruling" to mean).

It is meaning the Mother Earth will regain control, humans will shake OFF the rule of the MALE "GOD" that is terrible, that would burn his OWN children in fire, that demands his best young men’s blood be shed in battle to prove their worth and bravery, blood sacrifice will be NO MORE. And yes, there will be again a longest night that Grandmother Sun loses the battle, there are 365 1/2 days, because four times she has lost the battle, and did not rise as she should, and once, rose in the East when in the BEGINNING She rose in the West!

So go the Stories of my People, told from grandmother, to granddaughter since before the visit from the Seven Sisters, but then that, is another story, eh?

Many blessings, Granny

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