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Mis Misa - The Power Within Akoo-Yet That Protects the World by Darryl Wilson (7 pages)
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_.“wWhen chool was close to being all used
«. “Grandfather continued, “the people threw
heir songs out into the vastness. Out there. It
wasalong time. Our people were ina big hurry,
putit was a long time. Then, earth began to be
made by that song. Just by that song! It was
prepared. It was green and brown and blue.
*. “One day during the last war, the war beteoen the thinkings, chool caught on fire.
There was fire everywhere. It was flames. Peo@\were cooking to death. Everything was
# king to death. Earth was the closest. The
people jumped. We landed here in our nation.
The other people landed in their nation.” Weet(the demon spirit) landed on an island beyond east salt waters, it is said. “The last to
samp was frog. Frog jumped here because he
was afraid if he stayed on chool he would
have to walk like weet-la, so frog came, too.”
i It was not many seasons later when we
found Grandfather. His spirit had proceeded
to its rendezvous with destiny. He was looking up into forever with clouded eyes. How
Honged to seek more answers from his wisdom, but he could not hear mortal beings,
now. There were so many “whys” that I
needed answers to. There were so many
“whys” the whole earth needed answers to.
» Once he showed us where he was going
ifhe died. There was a small spot near the
handle of the big dipper that appeared to
be unoccupied. That was his destination.
There is a glint there now.
«) Thad a dream. Grandfather had departed, At least his spirit had. He was no longer '
inhis little shack on the flatlands of Atwam.
~ In that dream I watched Grandfather as
hefashioned another “earth” from the “star”
that he had created with his power. He labored and labored. He did not see me watch‘ing him. He hammered and chiseled. He
Planted and trimmed. He watered and molded. He stopped a moment to survey his work
smiled and labored again. His old and
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crooked hands were worn thin with a new
employment, a new purpose. He did this and
he did that as he prepared a new earth.
Then the light of the “star” hesitated. It
glimmered like the light bulb in his ancient
lamp. It flickered. It went out. Grandfather
yet toiled. “Star” turned green and blue and
brown. It turned green with trees and spring.
It turned blue with water and with clouds of
singing birds. It turned brown with herds of
deer and mounds of earth. There were bears
and flowers. There was soft drumming and
happiness. There was life dancing, dancing
in a new sunshine.
From his star, Grandfather turned and
pointed his index finger at the top of AkooYet. In my dream I felt Mis Misa shift ever so
slightly. Perhaps it wasn’t a dream. Maybe
Grandfather is, at this moment, laboring to
make another “earth” so that we might have a
place to go if life is again itamji-wu (used up).
I look across the earth seeing so much
unnecessary destruction. Forests are being
erased throughout this entire hemisphere and
around the world. Most rivers are sick and
dying. The sky is gray over the huge cities.
The air stinks. Pavement covers the meadows
where flowers are supposed to grow. Mountains are being moved and removed. Rivers
are diverted and the water terribly polluted.
Earth is being drilled into and her heart and
her guts and her blood are being used as private property for private gain.
There is an immense vacuum where the
spiritual connection between human beings
and nature is supposed to be—that umbilical
cord that we inherited long before our birth
and we were instructed to nurture and to
protect for all of the existence of our nations.
It seems as though too many people think
that nature is an element that they are not
a part of. They, like the old Coyote, think
that nature, life, must be tamed, must be
challenged, must be conquered, must be
changed in order to make it better.