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SECTION 3) KIVA (THE SPIRITUAL TRAIL OF TEARS)
A) Upon The 2nd Mesa
B) The Influence Of Traditions
C) The Discovery Of KIVA
D) The Discovery Of KIVA Through The Practice Of Faith
E) The Renewal Of KIVA Through Sacred Relationships
F) The Devotion Of Ancestors
G) The Kachina - A 1st Nation Tradition Of Spirituality (Eagle)
H) The Kachina - Definitions & Origins (Wolf)
I) The Kachina - Origins & Meanings (Bear)
J) The Kachina - Origins & Meanings (Cougar/Mountain Lion)
J) The Kachina - Observances & Hopi Clowns
J) The Kachina - Observances & Hopi Clowns
K) Totem – Rich In Symbolism
K) Totem – Abundant In Blessing
K) Totem – Deep In Culture & Meaning
L) Medicine Bag – Sacred Treasure
L) Medicine Bag – Precious Reminders
L) Medicine Bag – A Prayer Within The Heart
M) Talking Circle – A Time For Respect
N) Discovering KIVA Upon The Trail Of Tears
N) Discovering KIVA Upon The Trail Of Tears
O) For My Ancestors
1. Memorium
2. Faces and voices from the past...
3. ...always to be remembered...
4. ...their blood runs through my veins.
5. Our blood then, mixed, spilled upon the trail...
6. ...to blend with the tears that were shed...
7. ...with traces of red mud with each and every step.
8. Our voices too were heard upon The Trail Of Tears...
9. ...our echoes still remain...
10. ...never to be silent, of the tragic, painful price once paid.
11. To this day we all are present...
12. ...to remind one and all...
13. ...that each of us have witnessed, felt - the pain and the travail.
P) Symbols Of Heritage
1. Cherokee Rose
2. Cherokeee Flag
3. Cherokee Peace Fl;lag
4. Cherokee Nation – Eastern Band
5. Cherokee Braves Flag
6. Always Remembered
Q) Sign Posts & Voices
1. Georgia Trail Marker
2. Tennessee Trail Marker
3. Alabama Trail Marker, Highway 72
4. Delilah (Dicy) Horner Austine
5. Elizabeth (Betsy) Brown Stephens,
6. John G. Burnett, Cherokee Messenger
7. Account of a Traveler who signed himself, “A Native of Maine” The New York Observer- January 1839
R) Trail Markers
1. EMPOWERMENT: Lack Of Purpose, Sadness, New Adventure
EMPOWERMENT: Yearning, Loneliness, Emptiness, Fulfillment, Abundance, Joy, Happiness
2. INDEPENDENCE: Bondage, Contention, Bitterness, Woe, Isolation, Independence, Commitment, Peace
3. CHOICE Remorse, Regret, Sorrow, Abundance, Rejoicing
4. HOPE Hopelessness, Restlessness, Worry, Faith, Trust
4. HOPE No Meaning, Despair, Understanding, Thanksgiving
5. VISION Regret, Sorrow, Meaningful Living, Joyful Fulfillment, Gratitude
5. VISION Hollowness, Void, Fulness, Wholeness
6. HEALING Emptiness & Lack of Self Worth, Fulfillment, Wonder, Awe
7. COURAGE Hunger, Thirst, Longing, Satisfaction, Renewal
8. FAMILY
a. Tuesday, April 19th (Part One)
b. Tuesday, April 19th (Part Two & Eulogy)
S) BLESSINGS OF THE GENERATIONS (slide presentation set to 15 second autoplay)
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Byline - Chaplain Michael L. Benedict
Sandwiched in the middle of the Navajo Reservation, the Hopi Tribe lives upon the High Mesas of Northern Arizona – their traditions and way of life left intact for the most part – including that of rich symbolic spiritual ties to the nature which surrounds them. The Hopi are representative of any of the hundreds of tribes and bands from throughout North America – each of which draw on the symbolism of and their unity with Mother Earth and The Great Father.
A vivid memory of my youth includes a trip to the 2nd Mesa to attend the tribal rain dance, in the summer of 1968. Getting to the reservation was no easy undertaking for the location of the reservation was literally off the beaten path from Highway 66.
We turned at Winslow, Arizona and began heading north. Eventually, the paved road ended, leaving us to make our way toward the mesa with a climb up a dusty, winding trail – leaving all of that which was familiar behind in a cloud of dust. That too seemed to have some symbolic meaning, for I would come to learn that a First Nation perception of time is to avoid looking back or too far forward – to treasure then present moment.
Our ascent to the mesa brought us to what to me was an arrival into an unknown realm. As we arrived at the village, I looked around to see the natives dressed in their colorful attire, the women in multicolored dresses of hand spun wool and the men of the village adorned in feathered garb, their faces painted, their moccasin covered feet stepping in unison to the beating of the drums and chanting of the tribal elders. The aroma of corn and frying bread filled the air as if to be enveloped by a cloud beneath the clear blue sky.
Toward the end of the afternoon, the villagers and visitors began to gather in a large circle. The tribal elders began a slow, steady beating of a large drum. Their native tongue was not known to me, but I sensed a deep outpouring of their collective spirit as they began – slowly and softly at first – increasing with rhythmic precision as a single dancer began, soon joined by others. Together, they wove in a line throughout the area in which we were gathered. Many of the dancers held snakes which were used as a part of the symbolism of their dance. The pounding of the drum, the chanting of the elders, the dancing of the villagers grew in its intensity, as their prayer for sufficient rain for their crop extended upward toward the heavens.
Illustration Native American Chief Wax Figure at Native Indian Museum, Banff National Park (goodfreephotos.com)
Byline - Chaplain Michael L. Benedict
The images and the richness of this experience touched my impressionable mind and heart. For I recall, even to this day, my experience of the Hopi tradition. To this day, I feel a sense of unity with them – the ideals that they are one with their CREATOR, that they are to be caretakers of the good earth, that all is begun and concluded with a prayer to THE GREAT FATHER – all are worthy of remembrance.
To me, such ideals cut across the boundaries of religious belief and cultural tradition, for they are universal in theory and application. The symbolism of man’s unity with Creation and with THE CREATOR is a central premise of many cultures and influences, which is also found within the traditions of 1st Nation Tribes.
Many external forces have sought to mute the voices of the 1st Nation and to diminish their traditions and way of life. It has been foretold that the 7th Generation will reclaim their tradition. In the face of their journey upon a Trail Of Tears, the core of their Spirituality remains. It is what identifies them as a people. I reflect upon this experience with an appreciation that there is a spiritual voice within each one of us – individually and collectively.
I compare my Spiritual Journey of a lifetime to that long, dusty road that I traveled upon during such a trip to the Hopi Second Mesa. As I have hit a few bumpy spots along the way (including times when I have driven into a ditch, literally as well as figuratively) I have learned the wisdom of not looking back, for all I might see is a cloud of dust in the rear-view mirror. I might well miss the full view of the horizon that lies ahead
In my work with the mentally ill and addicted, I draw upon several 1st Nation Traditions, including Drum Circle, Smudge Ceremony and Talking Circle. Regardless of background, persuasion or ethnicity, all may relate to the validation of their own worth as individuals when they participate. A premise of 1st Nation tradition is that of KIVA – a place for meditation and renewal.
I encourage those with whom I work as a Spiritual Practitioner, to reflect upon their favorite hymns, verses of scripture, passages from literature or works of art. It is my strong belief that these works, when used together, can elevate the soul, particularly in a moment of searching and contemplation.
Illustration - Book Cliffs at Green River Utah (Pixabay.com)
Byline - Chaplain Michael L. Benedict
I find KIVA in moments of meditation, prayer and in the hymns of the faith community at large. Hymns and sacred music are integral, not only to setting a tone and ambiance for the worship and spiritual experience, they also affirm the journey in which I am engaged.
I have discovered my KIVA in nature, as I pass Green River, Utah on my way to Grand Junction Colorado (where I travel frequently from Provo, Utah to participate in Chaplaincy Training Retreats).
I have found a secluded road that leads to another high mesa area called The Book Cliffs. I don’t drive the car very far, just enough to ‘get off the beaten path’ to take a look at the grandeur of the mesa as it touches the horizon of the sky.
It is particularly dramatic at dusk, as the sun’s rays add a layer against the orange walls of The Book Cliffs. The sky soon becomes as a jewel box which has been emptied out onto a vast cloth of dark velvet. The moon creates a silhouette of The Book Cliffs as its tops continue to etch themselves against the horizon.
I have discovered my KIVA at a cemetery in Portland, Oregon where my paternal grandmother, Beulah Rankin and my father, James Hutton are buried. While standing at their gravesides, I felt myself being drawn into a circle. Having never known either of them, I have but in the last 10 years learned of my paternal lineage to the Cherokee Tribe of Tennessee.
Yet, I have been drawn into a circle of which I have always felt a part, even from that summer experience upon the Hopi 2nd Mesa. It is over the course of an entire lifetime that my Spiritual Journey has come full circle from that trip to the Second Mesa to my having learned of my blood ties to a biological father whom I never knew.
I have discovered my KIVA upon the banks of the Chattanooga River in Tennessee with my older son. I reflected upon the proximity of my paternal great grandparents, who had lived in the vicinity a century and a half prior. And once again, I felt myself drawn in to that same broad circle. Though I never knew them, I still felt a sense of their presence and have come to feel as though I had found my Second Mesa.
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Byline - Chaplain Michael L. Benedict
Joining with one who offers to join walk with others speaks of the sacred nature of relationships. The promise of life with loved ones is among the grandest measures of potential unity and peace.
Often, these unions begin or continue within the walls of a mosque, cathedral, synagogue, chapel or temple. Nature itself is also a shrine for the expression of the intimacy of a relationship - including but not limited to family and friends.
Without intending to solely impose my personal beliefs, as I participate in sacred ordinances and make covenants, I am reminded of the eternal nature of my spiritual journey as well as my relationship with GOD and with my family. I am reminded that I do not walk alone on The Spiritual Journey - there is always one with whom the trail can be shared.
Such places for renewal and rededication as well as for reflection. I have felt the presence of my paternal and maternal ancestors as I have meditated on the significance of Family.
For any who choose to enter the doors of these places of worship, may it become an enlightening and uplifting experience, through the decision of combining Spiritual and Religious Expression, as a way of discovering a dimension of Recovery and Healing.
Joining with one who offers to join on an intimate walk with another speaks of the sacred nature of relationships. The promise of life with loved ones is the grandest measure of the potential for perfection one can be offered.
The worship experience may remind that by being one with Our CREATOR, we are also one with the creation of which we are a part.
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Byline - Chaplain Michael L. Benedict
The Discovery of KIVA ties the relational aspects of being one creation, with CREATOR and Family Of Origin – past, present and future. All three are connected, one with another, for all aspects of our lives are relational. All relationships are communal – be they with one another or with our environment. To do so is to arrive at a Tree of Life, to partake of the fruit that has been offered by those who have gone before.
Once again, I have felt my spirit returning to the Hopi Second Mesa.
I look to go forward in the exploration of KIVA through study, meditation and prayer. I realize the benefit that they may experience as they come to rely upon one another for critique, affirmation and support.
I discover KIVA in hours of intense spiritual struggle. I am reminded that all are drawn into a never ending ever widening circle as we minister one to another. For we are drawn into the larger circle of sharing a common journey which allows all of us an opportunity to perfect one another.
My late bride of 36 years always had a small sign on her desk at BYU, where she served as an Academic Advisor for nearly four decades. It was a small yet powerful reminder, Always be kind. Everyone is fighting a hard battle.
In a very real sense, everyone is walking upon a Trail Of Tears.
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Byline - Chaplain Michael L. Benedict
My Cherokee Ancestors walked upon theirs when they were driven from their homes through the Indian Removal Act of 1836. Eventually, they settled in Oklahoma. My Pioneer Ancestors walked upon theirs when they were forced from their homes in the mid 1840’s.
In a very real sense, my Spiritual Journey has taken me upon a Trail Of Tears. It is a journey that began in Childhood and has taken me to the years of mid-life. The tears have been of celebration as well as struggle. It is essential that we avoid opening wounds which have already been healed through a combination of medical science and psychiatric treatment as well as through the healing power of faith.
We may learn from our experiences, but we should never be brought back to the pain that has been inflicted upon us by our injuries. Being brought back to the precipice of pain for the sake of healing is a far cry from a compassionate evidence-based practice. To do so in the name of Spiritual Care runs the risk of inflicting deeper injury rather than hastening a healing that is complete as well as holistic.
> Illustration Native American Hopi Carved Eagle Great Spirit Dancer Katsina Doll by Eloy Wytewa Eagle (Kwahu) dances to increase the number of eagles and is a spiritual figure to the Hopi. He is treated with honor at all times as, among other responsibilities, the Eagle is the messenger between the people and their spirit guides. This carving shows the Eagle about to deliver his message to the gods. (photo courtesy of/permission from kachinahouse.com, Sedona, AZ (Winter 2015)
>1st Nation - Tribe Unknown - Power Animal Song Part (One)
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Come to us: Eagle, Wolf, Bear And Cougar. Dance we now The Power Dances. Eagle soaring above the Peaks, share with us freedom, majesty and fighting skills. Teach us lessons we need to Learn. Dance with us The Power dances.
>Byline - Chaplain Michael L. Bendict
The Kachina is not intended to be an object of worship. Rather, it is meant to serve as a reminder of the connection that all of us have with nature and with THE CREATOR. In fact, many of the Kachina serve as symbols of nature.
The Kachina is a central theme to serve as a reminder that we are all tied to nature, since we are part of it. Because of this, we must walk The Red Road by taking care of ourselves and all that surrounds us.
That is true for all of us, regardless of what our heritage may be. I challenge you to think about your heritage and explore those parts that are the most meaningful and how your heritage can help you on your The Spiritual Journey.
> Illustration Native American Hopi Carved Wolf Hunter Katsina Doll by Henry Naha The Wolf (Kweo) is often seen in the Soyohim Dances accompanied by the Deer or Mountain Sheep Katsina. He carries a stick that represents the trees and bushes that he uses to hide in whenever he stalks his prey. The Wolf Katsina's sharp teeth are always visible and, sometimes, his lolling tongue. His sharp teeth are visible to boast the wolf's prowess as a hunter. When he appears in the dance with the Deer or Mountain Sheep, they are always wary of him because of their natural relationship as prey for the Wolf. After the dance, it is customary for the Hopi to offer the Kweo Katsina cornmeal and, in return, the Kweo Katsina blesses them on their hunt. (photo courtesy of/permission from kachinahouse.com, Sedona, AZ (Winter 2015)
>1st Nation - Tribe Unknown - Power Animal Song (Part Two)
Wolf, cunning tracker, by day Or night.
Share with us endurance, Courage and adaptability. Teach us lessons we need to learn. Dance with us The Power dances.
>Definition
A kachina (/kəˈtʃiːnə/; also katchina, katcina, or katsina; Hopi: katsina /kətˈsiːnə/, plural katsinim /kətˈsiːnɨm/) are spirit beings in western PuebloPueblo Religious beliefs. The western Pueblo, Native American cultures located in the southwestern United States, include Hopi, Zuni, Tewa Village (on the Hopi Reservation), Acoma Pueblo, and Laguna Pueblo.
The Kachina Concept has three different aspects: the supernatural being, the kachina dancers, masked members of the community who represent kachinas at religious ceremonies, and kachina dolls, small dolls carved in the likeness of kachinas given as gifts to children.
(Colton, Harold Sellers (1959). Hopi Kachina Dolls: with a Key to their Identification (rev. ed.). Albuquerque: University of New Mexico Press. pp. 1–3)
The central theme of the Kachina [religion] is the presence of life in all objects that fill the universe. Everything has an essence or a life force, and humans must interact with these or fail to survive. (Barton, Wright (2008). "Hopi Nation: Essays on Indigenous Art, Culture, History, and Law". USA: Univ. of Nebraska Digital Commons. pp. Ch. 4. Retrieved 2010-06-22)
(wikipedia.com, retrieved December 2014)
>Origins
The exact origin of the kachinas is not completely known, but according to one version of Hopi belief, the kachinas were beneficent spirit-beings who came with the Hopis from the underworld. The underworld is a concept common to all the Pueblo Indians. It is a place where the spirits or shades live: the newly born come from there and the dead return there. The kachinas wandered with the Hopis over the world until they arrived at Casa Grande, where both the Hopis and the kachinas settled for a while. With their powerful ceremonies, the kachinas brought rain for the crops and were in general of much help and comfort. Unfortunately, all of the kachinas were killed when the Hopis were attacked by enemies (Mexicans) and their souls returned to the underworld. Since the sacred paraphernalia of the kachinas were left behind, the Hopis began impersonating the kachinas, wearing their masks and costumes, and imitating their ceremonies in order to bring rain, good crops, and life's happiness. Kachina dancers, Shongopavi pueblo, Arizona, sometime before 1900.
> Illustration Old Style Hopi Carved White Bear Traditional Powerful Healer Katsina Doll by Raynard Lalo
The Bear Katsina (Hon) is frequently distinguished only by color, such as white, black, blue or yellow. All Bear Katsinam are believed to be very powerful and capable of curing illness. They are also considered great warriors. Bear Katsinam appear most often in the Soyohim or Mixed Dances of springtime. (photo courtesy of/permission from kachinahouse.com, Sedona, AZ (Winter 2015) kachinahouse.com, Sedona, AZ (Winter 2015)Byline - cited below
>1st Nation - Tribe Unknown - Power Animal Song (Part Three)
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Bear, trampling along earthen Paths,
Share with us mighty strength and sense of smell. Teach us lessons we need to learn. Dance with us The Power dances.
>Origins (continued)
Kachina dolls are small brightly painted wooden "dolls" which are miniature representations of the masked impersonators. These figurines are given to children not as toys, but as objects to be treasured and studied so that the young Hopis may become familiar with the appearance of the kachinas as part of their religious training. During Kachina ceremonies, each child receives their own doll. The dolls are then taken home and hung up on the walls or from the rafters of the house, so that they can be constantly seen by the children. The purpose of this is to help the children learn to know what the different kachinas look like. It is said that the Hopi recognize over 200 kachinas and many more were invented in the last half of the nineteenth century. Among the Hopi, kachina dolls are traditionally carved by the uncles and given to uninitiated girls at the Bean Dance (Spring Bean Planting Ceremony) and Home Dance Ceremony in the summer. These dolls are very difficult to classify not only because the Hopis have a vague idea about their appearance and function, but also because these ideas differ from mesa to mesa and pueblo to pueblo. (Colton, Harold Sellers (1959). Hopi Kachina Dolls: with a Key to their Identification. Albuquerque: University of New Mexico Press. pp. 5–6 ) (wikipedia.com, retrieved December 2014)
>Ceremonies
Many Pueblo Indians, particularly the Hopi and Zuni, have ceremonies in which masked men, called kachinas, play an important role. Masked members of the tribe dress up as kachinas for religious ceremonies that take place many times throughout the year. These ceremonies are social occasions for the village, where friends and relatives are able to come from neighboring towns to see the "dance" and partake in the feasts that are always prepared. When a Hopi man places a mask upon his head and wears the appropriate costume and body paint, he believes that he has lost his personal identity and has received the spirit of the kachina he is supposed to represent. Besides the male kachinas are many female kachinas called kachin-manas, but women never take the part of male and female kachinas. (Colton, Harold Sellers (1959). Hopi Kachina Dolls: with a Key to their Identification(rev. ed.). Albuquerque: University of New Mexico Press. pp. 2–4) wikipedia.com, retrieved December 2014)
Illustration - Native American Hopi Carved Mountain Lion Guard Katsina Doll by Henry Naha Mountain Lion (Toho) is accompanied by the Warrior Maiden (He'e'e) and other guard Katsinam. The Mountain Lion protects the processions during some ceremonies. In spring ceremonies he appears as a dancer. Henry did a wonderful job on this guard Katsina.
(photo courtesy of/permission from kachinahouse.com, Sedona, AZ (Winter 2015)
>1stNation - Tribe Unknown - Power Animal Song Part (Four)
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Cougar, lonely tracker of terrains,
share with us agility, stamina and endless curiosity. Teach us lessons we need to learn. Dance with us The Power dances.
1st Nation - Tribe Unknown - Power Animal Song (Part Five)
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Come to us: Eagle, Wolf, Bear And Cougar. Dance we now The Power Dances. Movements slow, movements rapid. Frenzied swaying, upward, downward. Dipping, turning round and round. Dance we now The Power dances. Dancing partners, You and I.
With me, In me I am you, You are me.
Together as one, yet separate, too.
Dance we now The Power Dances.
Awaken now all Spirit beings.
To Dance the dances with your human kin. Dance the cycles of life and death,
Hope and fear, good and evil.
Dance the cycles, now and again.
Lower world, Upper world, Journeying now and forever more, of time and space. All is once, there is none. Dance the dances again and again.
-Author Unknown
Illustration Native American Hopi Carved Clown Katsina Doll by Marlin Pinto (1957-2021) (photo courtesy of/permission from kachinahouse.com, Sedona, AZ (Winter 2015)
>Hopi Clowns
Hopi clowns are an integral part of Hopi Kachina ceremonials where they participate in sacred rituals as well as unique clown performances—some with direct contact with the spectators. The clown's performance centers on humor and entertainment, but also they monitor the assembled crowd and provide policing activities over both the Kachina performers and the audience. Mockery is a tool used to warn spectators of non-Hopi behavior, and generally long remembered by the recipient of clown attention.
The clown personages play dual roles. Their prominent role is to amuse the audience during the extended periods of the outdoor celebrations and Kachina Dances where they perform as jesters or circus clowns. Their more subtle and sacred role is in the Hopis’ ritual performances. The sacred functions of the clowns are relatively private, if not held secret by the Hopi, and as a result have received less public exposure. When observing the preparations taking place in a Kiva of a number of ‘’Pai’yakyamu’’ clowns getting ready for their ceremonial performance, Alexander Stephen was told, “We Koyala [Koshari] are the fathers of all Kachina.”
(Stephen, Alexander. ‘’Hopi Journal of Alexander M. Stephen’’. Edited by E. C. Parsons. Columbia University Contributions to Anthropology, 23, 2 volumes; 1936. P411-12) (wikipedia.com, retrieved December 2014)
Illustration Old Style Hopi Carved Imitator Traditional Clown Katsina Doll by Nevin Panana (photo courtesy of/permission from kachinahouse.com, Sedona, AZ (Winter 2015)
>Observances
In many ways the Kachina…and its ritual are the most important ceremonial observances the Hopi religious calendar. Within Hopi religion, the kachinas are said to live on the San Francisco Peaks near Flagstaff, Arizona.
To the Hopis, the name primarily refers to the supernatural beings who visit the villages to help the Hopis with everyday activities and act as a link between gods and mortals.
These spirits are then impersonated by men who dress up in costumes and masks to preform ceremonial dances throughout the year. Wooden carvings of these spirits are also made to give to the children to help them identify the many kachinas. Overall, the kachinas can generally be said to represent historical events and things in nature, and are used to educate children in the ways of life.
(Dockstader, Frederick J. (1954). The Kachina and the White Man: a study of the influences of White culture on the Hopi kachina cult. Bloomsfield Hills, Mich.: Cransbrook Institute of Science. p. 9) (wikipedia.com, retrieved December 2014)
>Hopi Clowns
Hopi clowns are an integral part of Hopi Kachina ceremonials where they participate in sacred rituals as well as unique clown performances—some with direct contact with the spectators. The clown's performance centers on humor and entertainment, but also they monitor the assembled crowd and provide policing activities over both the Kachina performers and the audience. Mockery is a tool used to warn spectators of non-Hopi behavior, and generally long remembered by the recipient of clown attention.
The clown personages play dual roles. Their prominent role is to amuse the audience during the extended periods of the outdoor celebrations and Kachina Dances where they perform as jesters or circus clowns. Their more subtle and sacred role is in the Hopis’ ritual performances. The sacred functions of the clowns are relatively private, if not held secret by the Hopi, and as a result have received less public exposure. When observing the preparations taking place in a Kiva of a number of ‘’Pai’yakyamu’’ clowns getting ready for their ceremonial performance, Alexander Stephen was told, “We Koyala [Koshari] are the fathers of all Kachina.”
(Stephen, Alexander. ‘’Hopi Journal of Alexander M. Stephen’’. Edited by E. C. Parsons. Columbia University Contributions to Anthropology, 23, 2 volumes; 1936. P411-12) (wikipedia.com, retrieved December 2014)
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Source Totem Pole Purpose-Animal Meaning& Facts Britannica The Editors of Encyclopedia Britanica, This article was recently revised by Jess Wallenfeldt.
Totem pole, carved and painted log, mounted vertically, constructed by the Native Americans of the Northwest Coast of the United States and Canada.
There are seven principal kinds of totem poles:
1) memorial, or heraldic,
2) poles, erected when a house changes hands to commemorate the past owner and to identify the present one;
3) grave markers (tombstones); 4) house posts, which support the roof; portal poles, which have a hole through which a person enters the house;
5) welcoming poles, placed at the edge of a body of water to identify the owner of the waterfront;
6) mortuary poles, in which the remains of the deceased are placed;
7) ridicule poles, on which an important individual who had failed in some way had his likeness carved upside down.
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Source Totem Pole Purpose-Animal Meaning& Facts Britannica The Editors of Encyclopedia Britanica, This article was recently revised by Jess Wallenfeldt.
Totem poles from various peoples indigenous to British Columbia, Canada, in Stanley Park, Vancouver.
The carving on totem poles separates and emphasizes the flat, painted surfaces of the symbolic animals and spirits depicted on them.
Each pole generally has from one (as with a grave marker) to many (as with a family legend) animal images on it, all following standardized forms which are familiar to all Native Americans of the Northwest Coast; beavers, for example, always include cross-hatched tails, and eagles show downward curved beaks.
The word totem refers to a guardian or ancestral being, usually supernatural, that is revered and respected, but not always worshipped.
The significance of the real or mythological animal carved on a totem pole is its identification with the lineage of the head of the household.
The animal is displayed as a type of family crest, much as an Englishman might have a lion on his crest, or a rancher a bull on his brand. More widely known, but in fact far less common, are the elaborately carved tall totem poles that relate an entire family legend in the form of a pictograph.
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Source Totem Pole Purpose-Animal Meaning& Facts Britannica The Editors of Encyclopedia Britanica, This article was recently revised by Jess Wallenfeldt.
This legend is not something that can be read in the usual sense of the word; only with an understanding of what the symbols mean to the Native Americans and a knowledge of the history and customs of the clan involved can the pole be interpreted.
Each animal or spirit carved on the pole has meaning, and when combined on the pole in sequence, each figure is an important symbol constituent of a story or myth.
An exact interpretation of any set of symbols, however, would be almost impossible without the help of a knowledgeable narrator from the family. The totem pole was also a sign of the owner’s affluence, for hiring an artist to make a pole was an expensive proposition. The carving of totem poles reached its peak in the early and middle 19th century, when the introduction of good metal tools and the wealth gained from the fur trade made it possible for many chiefs to afford these displays. Few examples of this period remain, however, as the moist coastal atmosphere causes the cedar poles to rot and fall in about 60 to 70 years.
Illustration Native American Navajo Made Sacred Prayer Feather with Red Wrap
(photo courtesy of/permission from kachinahouse.com, Sedona, AZ (Summer 2020)
The Medicine Bag represent that which is held to be the most sacred and important in the life of the traveler. It holds those things which are of the greatest importance, and which may invite the presence of The Healing Spirit, in the life of one who is in Recovery.
Illustration Native American Sioux/Ojibwe Made Beaded Medicine Bag by Teresa Cox
This hand beaded medicine bag hangs on a leather strap that drops 21 inches. This traditional personal wearing item was created by Sioux/Ojibwe artist Teresa Cox.
(Photo courtesy of Kachina House - Sedona, Arizona)
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>Talking Circle
The talking stick is used as a means for just and impartial hearing. Primarily used in council circles, the stick would designate who had the right to speak (whoever holds the stick speaks and all others listen). When the stick is passed to the next person, that person must repeat the essence of what the previous speaker said before speaking.
The stick carries with it respect for free speech and the practice of true conversation. The words that are spoken should come from the heart and be soft and warm (fur) and courageous and wise (feather).
The beads are reminders that the Great Spirit hears the message of the heart as well as the spoken word. Legend card and Certificate of Authenticity included.
Byline
Chaplain Michael L. Benedict
At day’s end, travelers gather around a campfire which burns from the center of camp. All are invited to sit in a united circle. In turn, each share of experiences, lessons learned, concerns for one another as well as for themselves. They share of the wisdom that has been gained and of their hope for themselves and for the others. When The Tribal Elder has finished speaking, the Talking Stick is passed on.
All listen without interruption, always with respect. Those who wish to speak do so openly when the Talking Stick is passed to them. Each speak in turn, until it has been passed back to the Tribal Elder. Once again, The Tribal Elder speaks, then invites the Shaman (Medicine Man) to offer a blessing upon all who are a part of the village as well as visitors who have come as guests, if only for the night.
Embers will glow throughout the night – providing warmth from the chill, protection from would be predators. There is always one who will watch over the fire by night, while serving as the Sentry of The Camp. At the first light of dawn, The Sentry will place small pieces of wood on the coals. The Sentry watches over the fire – to warn of any would be intruders, invaders, or potential sources of disruption.
At the first light of dawn, The Sentry places small pieces of wood on the coals, travelers gather around the campfire once again, embers of which have been glowing throughout the night – warmth from the chill, protection from would be predators, sign of the center of camp. Embers from the fire of the night before will be rekindled, that all may partake of the morning meal. The fire will then be extinguished as travelers prepare to break camp and move forward. A moment of silence, break camp and move forward – always moving forward, never returning to that which has been – but content, just to be - in and of the moment, while embarking upon the next part of the journey that lies ahead.
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Byline
Chaplain Michael L. Benedict
The journey of the Cherokee upon the ‘Trail of Tears’ reached its apex with the Indian Removal Act, through orders President Andrew Jackson. The 1st Nation People of the Southeastern United States were forced from their land, to relocate overland by north or through water way by south, to re-establish in the area of Talequah, Oklahoma. Throughout the balance of the 1800’s the ‘Trail of Tears’ also came to symbolize a forced departure from the traditions and customs of their culture and way of life.
As the events of the 19th century ran their course, the abuse of alcohol or ‘fire water’, became prevalent throughout the 1st Nation culture – ruining lives and drowning the identity of a once proud people. And so it was that the ‘trail of tears’ took on another dimension.
However, in the face of their struggles and challenges, those of the 1st Nation sought to hold to their roots, by passing down stories of their traditions to the younger generations. The practice has continued unto this day.
A re-awakening among the 1st Nation culture was predicted by many of the Chiefs and Shamans of the late 1800’s. This ‘re-awakening’ may be compared to the dawn of a new day – a passion for the spirituality, customs and renewal of identity which had set them apart as a glorious people who treasured the land and why they had embraced nature as it embraced them. It was foretold that this rekindling would take place in the 7th Generation – the one of today.
Those who were forced to walk upon the ‘Trail of Tears’ were of my own paternal ancestors. Many who walked alongside the elderly and children, who died of exposure or starvation, were my people.
As a youth, I witnessed the effects of alcoholism in my home and began to set foot upon m ‘Trail of Tears’, through sneaking drinks from the family liquor cabinet. Some good friends were brought into my life to show me a better road to travel. It was from them that I first learned the benefit of Seeking & Accepting The Influence Of A Guiding Presence From My CREATOR.
It is through such a reliance that I first found my KIVA as a way and a place to seek to Keep Individual Value Alive. It is a reliance that has remained with me even to this point along the way.
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Byline
Chaplain Michael L. Benedict
Any who struggle with any kind of addiction, are indeed walking upon their ‘Trail of Tears’. Through a discovery of the KIVA that lies within, all may come to walk upon a better road. That is the lesson that we may learn from the 1st Nation – that a rediscovery of self is possible. I have learned much from my people. I have compiled this work in part as an offering of my love for them and for all persons, from all walks of life, who are seeking to find their KIVA. By sharing our stories with one another, we understand that we walk upon a path that leads through deep valleys, magnificent forests, majestic mountains, along breathtaking shores and streams. We can Keep Individual Value Alive as we begin The Spiritual Journey with one another.
It is from their influence that I now walk a ‘trail of tears’, one which I hope will be walked upon by them as this reawakening takes place. The tears shed are of joy at the discovery of my heritage and of knowing that I am one with my people. My hope for them is that they may discover a renewal of spirit and find peace for themselves as they leave behind the strange and unfamiliar walk again upon The Red Road.
Following is a compilation of The Journey Of The Cherokee Upon The Trail Of Tears gathered from a number of sources as noted.
To this point, we have explored the importance of having an awareness of the symbolism on The Spiritual Journey.
It is important to have an understanding of what is called, Family of Origin, including the struggles of those who have gone before.. This may be done in in a number of ways. What follows IN NARRATIVE AND HISTORICAL FORM, is an example of how such an understanding can be achieved,
I have shared with you, stories of direct family and friends who have had an influence upon My Spiritual Journey. After extensive research, I have come to a reverence for The Train Of Tears of The Cherokee by gaining a greater understanding of their sacrifices and struggles.
Still, The Cherokee Nation remains. May it be so for your heritage as well and that what is to follow will be useful in gaining an understanding of and an appreciation for your personal Family Of Origin.
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Those who walked upon that Trail Of Tears would have simply asked to be remembered.
The blood spilled, the lives lost, the promises broken - none were of their choosing.
May we choose to honor them and walk upon a Spiritual Path
that is worthy of their memory.
May it be said for us as Fellow Travelers upon The Spiritual Journey, that we sought to be as true to them as they were for us.
May we seek to follow in their footsteps and strive to follow their example of Courage and Fortitude
Then, at the time of our reunion, may we embrace each other as we prepare to walk upon The Trail Of Tears together.
May it be a Time of Joy, and a Trail of Healing.
May it be a Time of Vision and a Trail of Renewal with
THE GREAT FATHER.
At that time and place, may we embrace each other and walk upon The Trail Of Tears together.
May it be a Time of Peace and a Trail of Hope.
May it be a Time of Love and a Trail of Healing.
May it be a Time of New Dreams and a Trail to on which to pursue New Summits.
May we do this in honor of them, as we recall what they did in honor of us, that we may travel united upon The Trail.
Cherokee Family being removed from their home by American Soldiers.(bing.com)
>Theirs was a time of quiet,
as they lived up their land,
Which was given as their homeland, that they might live in calm and peace.
PAINTING BY BLACKBEAR BOSIN - DENVER POST
>In an instant it all started,
others came to take it all away.
and force them to leave behind
their cheirshed home and ways.
The Trail of Tears and the Roundup of N.C. Cherokees
>Under the Command of The President Of The United States, General Scott had given orders
to spare no mercy to old or young; to use bayonets or rifles,
to drive them from their homes.
https://Sauk and Fox Indians, painting by Karl Bodmer, c. 1833.
Trail of Tears | Facts, Map, & Significance | Britannica
>In stockades they were held as prisoners of Removal Plans were made: on boat or upon horseback, toward the far off mid-west plains.
The Trail of Tears is an epochal moment not only in Cherokee history, but also in Black history.(bing.com)
>The few who escaped were recaptured, with little mercy shown. Oklahoma was awaiting to take them, would become their barren home.
>Most all of them had traveled with barely enough clothes upon their backs. Starvation, disease had claimed the lives of so many others, others, whose remains were placed in shallow graves. They could be heard crying. Tears could be seen coming from their eyes. Often blood could be seen exiting from their fatal wounds.
Their blood and teras also, had mixed with ours, as we continued upon The Trail of Tears. United in spirit, nerver to be broken. Our bonds to them like our bonds to one another will remain unbroken through the course of The Journey.
Painting Of The Trail Of Tears And Death (bing.com)
>The young among them asked aloud as they watched their elders die...
>..a mournful, pleading question, as to why must their Elders be slain?
https://Trail of Tears Simple Acrylic Painting - Search Images (bing.com)
>Amid the chaos on the trail, from the young, a solemn vow was made.
Trail Of Tears Framed Art Prints for Sale - Fine Art America
'The traditions, their Elders had taught, would not perish in vain.
'From The Trail Of Tears, their way of life will still define them through the coming of the years.
March 26, 1839: End of The Trail of Tears - Zinn Education Project (zinnedproject.org)
Heads held high, hearts beat for them, upon the course to come.
Our tears are still mixed with theirs.
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United States federal Government - en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Cherokee_rose.jpg, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=830817
Rosa laevigata, the Cherokee rose,[1] is a white, fragrant rose native to southern China and Taiwan south to Laos and Vietnam, and invasive in the United States.
It is an evergreen climbing shrub, scrambling over other shrubs and small trees to heights of up to 5–10 metres (16–33 ft). The leaves are 3–10 centimetres (1.2–3.9 in) long, with usually three leaflets, sometimes five leaflets, bright glossy green and glabrous. The flowers are 6–10 centimetres (2.4–3.9 in) diameter, fragrant, with pure white petals and yellow stamens, and are followed by bright red and bristly hips 2–4 centimetres (0.79–1.57 in) diameter. The flower stem is also very bristly.
The flower has no association to Cherokee culture. It is a non-indigenous invasive species that climbs over and smothers existing vegetation. It is most definitely NOT a symbol of resistance to Cherokee people, as it is often mistakenly attributed.
It is actually a symbol of colonization and attempted genocide of Cherokee people and fitting that it is also the Georgia state flower. See the history of Cherokee Nation and the state of Georgia for further information.
Flag of the Cherokee Nation - Wikipedia
The Cherokee Nation is the largest of the three federally-recognized tribes of Cherokee in the United States. First recognized under the Franklin Roosevelt administration in 1941, it drafted a constitution under the name "Cherokee Nation of Oklahoma." The constitution was not finally ratified by tribal members until 1976.
A flag for the new nation was designed by Stanley John, and approved by the Cherokee Tribal Council on October 9, 1978. The flag has an orange field with the "Great Seal of the Cherokee Nation" at its center. The seal is surrounded by seven yellow stars with seven points. Each of the stars points toward the star in the center of the seal.[citation needed] The seven-pointed stars represent the seven clans of the Cherokee.[1]
The current version comes the flag being modified in a resolution passed by the council on September 9, 1989.[1] Then, a black seven-pointed star was added to the upper right-hand corner of the flag to represent the light that went out with the deaths of those who perished on the Trail of Tears.[2] The official flag also has a green-and-black rope edging.[1]
The Cherokee script in the central seal reads: "Tsa la gi yi A ye hli" (translation: "Cherokee Nation").[1]
Flag of the Cherokee Nation - Wikipedia
The Cherokee Peace Flag is symbolic in both color and design. The red stars stand for victory and success, while the white background represents peace and happiness. The seven points of each star recall the seven clans of the Cherokee people. The stars are arranged in the pattern of the constellation Yonegwa (Ursa Major, the Big Dipper).
The Eastern Band of Cherokee Indians (EBCI), (Cherokee: ᏣᎳᎩᏱ ᏕᏣᏓᏂᎸᎩ, Tsalagiyi Detsadanilvgi) is a federally recognized Indian tribe based in western North Carolina in the United States. They are descended from the small group of 800–1,000 Cherokees who remained in the Eastern United States after the U.S. military, under the Indian Removal Act, moved the other 15,000 Cherokees to west of the Mississippi River in the late 1830s, to Indian Territory. Those Cherokees remaining in the east were to give up tribal Cherokee citizenship and to assimilate. They became U.S. citizens.[3]
The Eastern Band of Cherokee Indians is one of three federally recognized Cherokee tribes, the others being the Cherokee Nation and the United Keetoowah Band of Cherokee Indians, both based in Oklahoma. The EBCI headquarters is in the namesake community of Cherokee, North Carolina, in the Qualla Boundary, south of the Great Smoky Mountains National Park.
Flag of the Cherokee Confederate Nation - Wikipedia
In the 1860s, Cherokee Confederate troops, part of the Indian cavalry, carried battle flags adapted from the first Confederate flag, most notably the Cherokee Braves Flag of the 1st Cherokee Mounted Rifles. One was captured at the Battle of Locust Grove.[citation needed] It displayed the original Stars and Bars with the addition of five red stars in the center of the white stars. The red stars represented the Five Civilized Tribes, who were aligned with the Confederate States. The center red star represented the Cherokee Nation.[citation needed]
Karl Bodmer: Sauk and Fox Indians
Sauk and Fox Indians, painting by Karl Bodmer, c. 1833.
Trail of Tears | Facts, Map, & Significance | Britannica
Our storiy has interwoven through 7 Generations.
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Illustration - Historical Marker - Georgia Wikipedia Public Domain
The New Echota Treaty of 1835 relinquished Cherokee Indian claims to lands east of the Mississippi River. The majority of the Cherokee People considered the treaty fraudulent and refused to leave their homelands in Georgia. Alabama, North Carolina and Tennessee. 76000 federal and state troops were ordered into the Cherokee Nation to forcibly evict The Indians.
On May 26, 1838, the round-up began. Over 15,000 Cherokees were forced from their homes at gunpoint and imprisoned in stockades until removal to the west could take place. 2,700 left by boat in June 1838 by, due to mane deaths and sickness, removal was suspended until cooler weather.
Most of the remaining 13,000 Cherokees left by wagon, horseback or on foot during October and November, 1838, on an 800 mile root, through Tennessee, Kentucky, Illinois, Missouri and Arkansas.
They arrived in what ius now Eastern Oklahoma during January. February and March 1839. Disease, exposure and starvation may have claimed as many asa 4,000 Cherokee lives during the course of capture, imprisonment and removal. The ordeal has become known as The Trail of Tears.
-Georgias Historic Marker
Illustration - Historical Marker - Tennessee Wikipedia Public Domain
The United States Government, unable to conclude an agreement with the duly authorized leaders of The Cherokee Nation, signed a treaty with a minority faction willing to cede the last remaining portion of the original Cherokee Homeland on December 29 1835.
Despite the protests of the overwhelming majority of Cherokee people, the fraudulent ‘Treaty Of New Echota” was ratified by the U.S. Senate by only a single vote on May 23, 1836. The Cherokees were given two years from that date to remove to the Indian Territory. When the time had expired, only 2,000 of the nearly 17,000 Cherokee remaining in the east had departed from their ancestral homeland.
In late May, 1838, General Winfield Scott and 7,00 federal and state troops arrived on The Cherokee Nation to begin the removal. Cherokee families were forced from comfortable homes into 31 stockades and open military stations scattered throughout The Cherokees Nation in southeast Tennessee, western North Carolina, northwest Georgia, and northeast Alabama. From the stockades,
The Cherokee were sent to the principle emigrating depots near Ross’s landing at Chattanooga, Tennessee, Fort Cass near Calhoun , Tennessee and a camp eight miles south of Fort Payne, Alabama.
Illustration - Historical Marker - Alabama Wikipedia Public Domain
In May 1838 soldiers under the command of General Winfield Scott began rounding up Cherokee Indians In this area who had refused to move to Indian territory I Oklahoma. About 15,000 Cherokee were placed in stockades in Tennessee and Alabama until their removal. Roughly 3,000 were sent down by boat down the Tennessee River and the rest were marched overland through the Fall and Winter of 1838-1839. This forced removal and resulted in the deaths of about 4,000 Cherokees.
In late June 1838 a party of 1,070 poorly equipped was marched overland from Ross’s Landing in Chattanooga to Waterloo, Alabama because of low water in the upper Tennessee River. Following the route of present US Highway 72, they camped at Bolivar, Belafonte and Woodvill (Jackson County).
About 300 escaped along the way and at Belafonte on June 26th, the remainder refused to proceed. The local militia under the command of Army Captain G. S. Drane was called out to get the group started and escort iot to Waterloo. Arriving in miserable condition on July 10 1838, the Cherokees were placed on boats to continue their journey wet.
The ’Trail of Tears’ which resulted from the Indian Removal Act passed by congress in 1830, is one of the darkest chapters in American History.
This route was designated as the “Trail Of Tears Corridor Of North Alabama” by Resolution of the Alabama Legislature on July 13 1995. Alabama remains home to many Cherokee Indians today.
4. Delilah (Dicy) Horner Austin
(December 23, 1800 - June 7, 1884)
SHE WALKED UPON THE TRAIL; OF TEARS THESE ARE HER WORDS.
My name is Delilah Horner Austin, but family and friends called me Dicy. I was born on Dec. 23, 1800 in Orange County, North Carolina. I was the oldest child of George and Elizabeth Horner.
When I was a little girl (just five or six years old), my parents decided that we should move west to the newly formed state of Tennessee. They heard there was great farm land there, so we packed up and made the long trip across the mountains. Some of our friends and neighbors made the trip with us.
We settled right here in Dickson County, and this is where I grew up, along with my brother and two sisters. Back in those days, it was very important that pioneer girls learn to make the things their family needed. So I spent much of my time as a young girl learning to cook, make soap, spin and weave to make clothes and blankets.
I became well-known in our pioneer community for my sewing and weaving skills. In 1819 I married our neighbor and family friend, Will Austin. Not long after Will and I married, we moved into our newly built cabin, Lonesome.
Over the years, we had 12 children, and at one time owned about 800 acres of land right here along Beaver Dam Creek. My husband, Will, had bravely served in the War of 1812 under General Andrew Jackson, and was given land by the State of Tennessee for his service.
However, life wasn’t easy for a pioneer family. In 1855, three of our daughters died of typhoid fever. Back then there were no doctors or hospitals close to us, and we didn’t have the medicine you have today. I lived a long and adventurous life here at Lonesome. I died June 7, 1884, at the age of 83.
5. Elizabeth “Betsy” Brown Stephens (1903), Cherokee
Walked The Trail of Tears in 1838
Wikipedia Public Domain
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trail_of_Tears
6. Account of John G. Burnett, Cherokee Messenger http://www.powersource.com/cherokee/burnett.html
…I saw the helpless Cherokees arrested and dragged from their homes, and driven at the bayonet point into the stockades. And in the chill of a drizzling rain on an October morning I saw them loaded like cattle or sheep into six hundred and forty-five wagons and started toward the west…
…One can never forget the sadness and solemnity of that morning. Chief John Ross led in prayer and when the bugle sounded and the wagons started rolling many of the children rose to their feet and waved their little hands good-by to their mountain homes, knowing they were leaving them forever. Many of these helpless people did not have blankets and many of them had been driven from home barefooted…
…On the morning of November the 17th we encountered a terrific sleet and snow storm with freezing temperatures and from that day until we reached the end of the fateful journey on March the 26th, 1839, the sufferings of the Cherokees were awful. The trail of the exiles was a trail of death. They had to sleep in the wagons and on the ground without fire. And I have known as many as twenty-two of them to die in one night of pneumonia due to ill treatment, cold, and exposure. Among this number was the beautiful Christian wife of Chief John Ross. This noble hearted woman died a martyr to childhood, giving her only blanket for the protection of a sick child. She rode thinly clad through a blinding sleet and snow storm, developed pneumonia and died in the still hours of a bleak winter night, with her head resting on Lieutenant Greggs saddle blanket…
Trail of Tears | Indians, Insanity, and American History Blog (cantonasylumforinsaneindians.com)
TWO ACCOUNTS OF LIFE ON THE TRAIL OF TEARS
7. Account of a Traveler who signed himself, “A Native of Maine” The New York Observer- January 1839 http://marchand.ucdavis.edu/lessons/HS/CherokeeHS.htm On Tuesday evening we fell into a detachment of the poor Cherokee Indians, about eleven hundred…We found them in the forrest camped for the night…under a severe fall of rain…many of the aged Indians were suffering extremely from the fatigue of the journey, and ill health…We found the road literally filled with a procession for nearly three miles in length…The sick and feeble were carried in wagons…multitudes go on foot--even aged females apparently nearly ready to drop in the grave, were traveling with heavy burdens…on the sometimes frozen ground…with no covering for feet…They buried 14 or 15 at every stopping place…some carry a downcast dejected look…of despair, others wild frantic appearance as if to pounce like a tiger upon their enemies…
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Byline - Chaplain Michael L. Benedict
Upon The Spiritual Trail Of Tears
> EMPOWERMENT
Lack Of Purpose & Sadness, A New Adventure
I seek My GEAT FATHER, who is
My HEAVENLY CREATOR,
My DEVOTED MASTER.
I once walked upon a Trail of Tears that ed to a Lack Of Purpose. The tears that fell were of Sadness. I had descended into the depths of lingering shadows and the darkness of gloom, which seemed to hover around and upon me, never to flee.These were my constant companions for their thickness would not allow me to see the light or feel of the warmth of the sun.
I had become hostage to that from which there seemed to be no end. It was in my hour of anguish that my voice raised to HIM. For with the lifting of voice, my spirit too arose, upward and out of the cavern of despair, onward toward the trail head that would lead me across foothills, through meadows and valleys, past lakes, rivers and streams.
My trail would ascend upward toward the mountains that lie ahead, a slow and steady climb toward the summit that awaited me. Along the way, I felt myself in HIS company, my plea for rescue was heard as HE became My Companion On The Journey. Creation is an unending witness to its majesty, attesting to The Glory Of Grace – in Praise Of HIM and Creation, its vastness portraying itself in a work that is without end.
Peace is restored, as at even-tide. Creation is a source of peace in weakest hours, renewed strength, enduring power.
A reprieve of peace in nights of pain, a burden lifted, as souls embrace. In complete love, HE draws me in to cleanse and be forgiven of the deepest sin. Words not spoken, Creation too lifts praise. Though unexpressed, still prayers are heard, with grace, a need assured.
I now walk upon a Spiritual Trail of Tears that leads to A New Adventure. The tears that fall are of Empowerment. This is The Grace of HIS Glory.
Today, I begin anew.
Illustration american indian trail of tears images - Search Images (bing.com)
Byline - Chaplain Michael L. Benedict
Upon The Spiritual Trail Of Tears
>EMPOWERMENT
Yearning, Loneliness & Emptiness, Abundance of Happiness, HIS Gathering
I seek My GEAT FATHER,
My DIVINE SHEPHERD.
I once walked upon a Trail of Tears that that led to Yearning. The tears that fell were of Loneliness and Emptiness.
By turning aside my fear of being cut off from HIM, my life and heart are turned toward a higher realm, away from the cavern of despair which once claimed my toil worn soul.
I turn my life, heart and desire toward HIS Guiding Presence. My soul is lifted upward by the tender hand of HIS Grace and Mercy. Beyond Surrender —
HE gives the Gift of Obedience to HIM.
Beyond Prayerful Confession, Humility and Accountability —
HE gives the Gift of Restoration through HIM. Beyond Sorrow — HE gives the Gift of Happiness that HE shares with me. Beyond Forgiveness — HE gives the Gift of HIS Justice and Mercy.
The voice of praise testifies to my soul and from my spirit, to my heart and from my being. I am called upon to receive and to testify of the abundance which has been given.
I find Shelter in HIS Protection.
I find Peace in HIS Gentleness.
I find Solace in HIS Tenderness.
I find Mercy in HIS Acceptance.
I find Hope in HIS Assurance.
I find Faith in HIS Strength.
I wait upon HIM, as I am waited upon in tenderness, though my waiting is but of a moment.
HIS waiting upon me is unending.
HE is my Refuge From Contention And Discord. As I seek the peace that only HE may give, My Spiritual Journey becomes one of Quiet Meditation, Contemplation, Solitude and Serenity — free from chaos, discord and disharmony. I keep the Peace that only HE may give.
My Spiritual Journey becomes one of Fulfillment, Peace and Joy – free from distraction, contention, and ill will.
HE desires such Peace for me on My Spiritual Journey, that its intent may be fulfilled — that of bringing me into loftier realm of existence. Beyond tribulation and struggle HE brings me to a Realm Of Peace, Rest and Healing.
The voice of praise testifies to my soul and from My Spirit to My Heart and from My Being.
I now walk upon a Spiritual Trail of Tears that leads to Independence and an Abundance of Happiness. The tears that fall are of HIS Gathering me into the Circle of HIS Everlasting Love. The tears that fall are of Belonging. This is The Glory of HIS Grace.
Today, I begin anew.
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Byline - Chaplain Michael L. Benedict
Upon The Spiritual Trail Of Tears
>INDEPENDENCE
Bondage, Contention Bitterness, Woe, Isolation, Contentment & Peace
I seek My GEAT FATHER, who is
My KIND PROVIDER,
My MERCIFUL JUDGE.
I once walked upon a Trail of Tears that led to Bondage.
The tears that fell were of Contention and Bitterness, Woe and Isolation.
When I wander from the purity of cleansing I become spotted.
When I become spotted by sin, I become tarnished by the enticing of the world.
Now, I seek to turn my back upon temptation. Instead, I look to cast my eyes, heart, feet and soul toward HIM, that purity may cleanse me and keep me unblemished. I venture onward. Such is the Law of Creation, that I may follow, that I may become unblemished, free and independent from that which might bind me.
Because of all that has been created, even HE and Creation are subject unto law. That which seeks to part from law shall no longer be in harmony with HIM and with Creation, from the Earth below to the Heavens above. As I am in harmony, I know I am given law, not as a limit, but as a way of becoming Independent from all that would keep me from continuing My Spiritual Journey.
It is now my time to prepare, to receive The Abundance that awaits. I now walk upon a Spiritual Trail of Tears that leads to Independence. The tears that fall are of Contentment and Peace. This is The Grace of HIS Glory.
Today, I begin anew.
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Byline - Chaplain Michael L. Benedict
Upon The Spiritual Trail Of Tears
>CHOICE
Remorse, Regret & Sorrow, Abundance & Rejoicing
I call upon My GEAT FATHER, who is
My IMMORTAL PROTECTOR,
My CONSTANT DEFENDER.
I once walked upon a Trail of Tears that led to Remorse. The tears that fell were of Regret and Sorrow.
I recognize that which I have received at HIS Hand. To recognize is to receive.
To receive is to recognize. I am among those who have gathered...
...the poor in spirit, rich in the substance of HIS Virtue.
...the mournful from life’s uncertainty, comforted in the tenderness of HIS Healing.
...the meek in the eyes of the world, abundant in the richness of promise of being uplifted.
...the hungry and thirsting, not for the comforts of mortality but for HIS Hope of Eternity
....the merciful not only unto my fellowman, but unto myself.
...the pure in heart to shed my weaknesses.
...that I may become strengthened in my life.
I seek to give, that I might bring a measure of peace into the lives of those about me, that we all may be claimed as peacemakers who will inherit a portion of the Kingdom of Creation.
I now walk upon a Spiritual Trail of Tears that leads to Abundance.
The tears that fall are of Rejoicing.
This is The Glory of HIS Grace.
Today, I begin anew.
Illustration Cherokee National Museum, Park Hill, Cherokee County, Oklahoma
Byline - Chaplain Michael L. Benedict
Upon The Spiritual Trail
Of Tears
>HOPE
Hopelessness, Restlessness, Worry
I call upon My Great Father who is
My EVERLASTING EXAMPLE,
My PERPETUAL TEACHER.
I once walked upon a Trail of Tears that led to Hopelessness.
The tears that fell were of Restlessness and Worry.
My EXAMPLE & TEACHER brings a Guiding Presence into my life that I might be saved from all temptation, from all harm, from the moments in which I am weak in faith.
We walk, ever at the side of one another.
I become like unto a child, as I walk in HIS Holy Light. Child-like is my spirit —innocent, meek, submissive to HIM upon My Spiritual Journey.
I gain wisdom with the progression of each step as I am led onward. HE who emerges from the shadow of death calls me now, to emerge from the shadow of despair, uncertainty and doubt.
I am offered to walk upon a path which will never again hover beneath a shroud of darkness. I will always walk amid HIS Guiding Canopy of Light.
Placed within me is the desire to know HIS Desire for me. Mine is to simply seek HIM, for HE will find me. I now walk upon a Spiritual Trail of Tears that leads to Faith.
The tears that fall are of Hope Through Trust and Faith in HIM.
This The Grace of HIS Glory.
Today, I begin anew.
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Byline - Chaplain Michael L. Benedict
Upon The Spiritual Trail Of Tears
>HOPE
No Meaning & Despair, Understanding & Thanksgiving
I call upon My Great Father who is
My EVERLASTING EXAMPLE,
My PERPETUAL TEACHER.
I once walked upon a Trail of Tears that had No Meaning. The tears that fell were of Despair.
At HIS Hand, I emerge from the shadows, onward toward the light. I begin a Journey of Discovery upon the Path of Hope Through Trust and Faith in HIM.
The wholeness of Healing, like unto a miracle of mercy, has brought the countenance of rest upon my soul.
Eternal Love has given root to my life which has found its salvation — one day at a time.
Enlightened through Love, I am cleansed through Compassion.
Victorious from despair, I find the Completeness of HIS Cleansing.
Pardoned by a plea on my behalf, I am unshackled from the shame of misdeeds and the guilt of flaws of character.
I gain solace in serenity, which becomes a measure of meekness.
I become secure in HIS Sanctity.
The goodness of grace restores and renews me unto a resurrection of soul, that I might experience a portion of the purity of perfection.
Through HIS Peace, I am at rest. Through HIS Love, I am content to love myself. Never to be least, I am never to be lost. Never to be alone, I am always to belong.
I feel HIS Love as I arrive at each new summit. My knowing of such a presence brings light into my life – The Light of Recovery and Healing Through HIS Restoration And Renewal.
HE brings me HIS Peace and Comfort, HIS Joy and Hope Through Trust and Faith in HIM. HE grants me the strength to conquer each challenge that awaits me.
I now walk upon a Spiritual Trail of Tears that leads to Understanding.
The tears that fall are of Thanksgiving.
This is The Glory of HIS Grace.
Today, I begin anew.
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Upon The Spiritual Trail Of Tears
>VISION
Regret, Sorrow, Meaningful Living, Joyful Fulfillment, Gratitude.
I seek My GREAT FATHER, who is
My FRIEND OF FRIENDS,
My GRACEFUL COMPANION.
I once walked upon a Trail of Tears that led to Regret. The tears that fell were of were of Sorrow.
I descended into the depths of lingering shadows and the darkness of gloom, which seemed to hover around and upon me, never to flee.
These were my constant companions for their thickness would not allow me to see the light or feel of the warmth of the sun.
I became a hostage to that from which there seemed to be no end.
It was in my hour of anguish that my voice raised to HIM.
For with the lifting of voice, My Spirit too arose, upward and out of the cavern of despair, onward toward the trail head
that would lead me across foothills, through meadows and valleys, past lakes, rivers and streams.
My trail ascended upward toward the mountains that lie ahead, a slow and steady climb toward the summit that awaited me.
Along the way, I felt myself in HIS Company. HE heard my plea for rescue and became my companion as my journey forged ahead. Never again would I become lost, feeling as though I had been left alone. The nights of darkness are no more. Instead, are days of light, the sun claiming itself as conqueror of the sky. Length of days are as the cycle of the seasons, with spring and summer surrendering to leaves of gold, yellow, red which cast themselves upon the forest floor,
secluding the pathway, in preparation for winter burial.
Through the passage of each season, My Spiritual Journey leads onward, at HIS Hand —
My GREAT FATHER. who is
My HEAVENLY CREATOR,
My DEVOTED MASTER.
It is HE who has become My Strength, My Hope Through Trust and Faith in HIM and HIS Re-assurance that all will be well.
I stand as HIS Witness, for I have come from one valley to a pinnacle and summit that will be my resting place for but a short time.
Peace is restored, at even-tide.
Creation is a source of peace in the hours of twilight. Strength and enduring power shall be renewed with the arrival of the dawn. A reprieve of peace in nights of pain shall be lifted, each burden lightened as souls embrace.
I take rest amid The Haven Of The Trees, before traveling onward.
Sun and clouds mark their imprint against the sky by day. Moon and stars accent their place within the heavens by night.
My Spiritual Journey extends beyond the length of day, beyond the step ahead, past the next horizon. Footsteps mark their place upon the soft, impressionable array of soil, grass and leaves.
That which is marked behind will linger, but only for a while. That which lies ahead is without end — as HIS Love that abides with me upon My Spiritual Journey.
It is HE who has placed me here.
Both My Spiritual Journey and HIS Love have no end. The measure of My Spiritual Journey is for me to partake of the fruits of Meaningful Living, I now walk upon a Spiritual Trail of Tears that leads to Joyful Fulfillment. The tears that fall are of Gratitude. This is The Grace Of HIS Glory.
Today, I begin anew.
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Upon The Spiritual Trail Of Tears
>VISION
Hollowness & Void, Fulness & Wholeness
I seek My GREAT FATHER, who is
My FRIEND OF FRIENDS,
My GRACEFUL COMPANION.
I once walked upon a Trail of Tears that led to Hollowness. The tears that fell were of were of Void and Being Without Direction.
I sought, not only to be blessed by my HIM, but to recognize the blessings that I have received, and to express thanksgiving. I find comfort in knowing that the blessing which has been promised to all those of times past, is promised to me as I come to HIM...
...for Forgiveness Through HIS Justice and Mercy.
...for Hope Through Trust and Faith in HIM
....for HIS Recovery And Healing, HIS Restoration And Renewal.
No matter how great the sin, no matter how desperate the hour, no matter how deep and painful the wound, I receive a promise of Forgiveness Through HIS Justice and Mercy.
In the here and now and at HIS Hand, I experience HIS Recovery And Healing,
HIS Restoration And Renewal. In the here and now, I seek that which has been sought from days past and which will be sought in days which have yet to come.
For that which is sought is that which is given to all who will seek a bonding of Union with HIM.
My heart is filled with the Joy of knowing that I may make a Choice to invite such a presence on My Spiritual Journey.
I find within myself, the Joy found by making a Choice To Seek HIM. Choice is never elusive. It never leaves a traveler to wander the pathway alone. To forsake the joy that is intended for me is to embrace that which offers no fulfillment
There will always be another valley, meadow and mountain, each of which will lead me onward, on a continual quest .I bear my witness of all that which surrounds me, that all are a part of one another, having been created at the same hand, as strokes upon the Canvass of Creation. Creation is an unending witness to its majesty, its vastness portraying itself in a work that is without end.
Everlasting –
HIS gentleness for me.
Never ending –
HIS tenderness unto me.
Far extending –
HIS intent for me. Beyond describing –
HIS belief for me.
Honoring me as one of HIS, my heart receives a measure of Grace that comes upon me like unto a cloak upon my shoulders, giving warmth unto my spirit, and a covering from the cold. I place my steps upon the path once more.
Rest and replenishment remain with me as I travel onward. For that which I have been given will remain with me. Rest and replenishment await, beckoning the weary traveler to rest, as if to be within.
I now walk upon a Spiritual Trail of Tears that leads to Fulness. The tears that fall are of Wholeness. This The Grace of HIS Glory.
Today, I begin anew.
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Upon The Spiritual Trail Of Tears >HEALING
Emptiness, Lack of Self Worth, Fulfillment, Wonder
I seek My GREAT FATHER, who is My MERCIFUL HEALER,
My COMPASSIONATE REDEEMER.
I once walked upon a Trail of Tears that led to Emptiness. The tears that fell were of were of feeling a Lack of Self-worth.
I have learned that all are as branches of a common tree.
For I am a New Creation — like the sun that rises above the crest of a mountain, or the wave which returns to shore, I rise from what has been to leave my mark upon that which is about me.
I am a part of that whole — for my part is of worth as my life touches that which is and those who are near me.
Though the leaves of autumn descend, they return upon the advent of spring. Each day, I renew my understanding of the Creation which was made for me
and was placed here that I may come to learn that I am a part of it.
Each day I change — not only by the cycle of nature around me, but through Choice as well as Circumstance.
I renew my awareness of potential.
I become as Creation is — evolving, full of beauty, yet not quite finished. It is on My Spiritual Journey that I Discover a Sacred and Holy Place for Meditation and Reflection.
Today is like all my yesterdays and tomorrows — full of Hope Through Trust and Faith in HIM.
Such Hope makes me equal to my challenges and opportunities, to my struggle and celebrations.
I face my challenges, knowing that each is but of a moment which may bring out the very best that is in me.
In complete love, HE draws me in to cleanse, and be forgiven of the deepest sin. Words spoken for Creation lifts its praise. Though unexpressed, prayers are heard, with Grace, a need assured.
I raise my heart on high, to the whole of the Creation that lies before me and to HIS Sacred, Holy Name – THE ONE who gives me HIS Guiding Presence.
Never again will I become lost, feeling as though I had been left alone.
HE gives me a source of strength, that all would be well Hope Through Trust and Faith in HIM. It is upon My Spiritual Journey that I will find peace through Spiritual Awareness.
Mine is a constant rediscovery of individual worth and limitless potential. I leave the burdens and discouragement of the past behind.
My inner strength is like the cycle of creation of which I am a part — limitless, for it is without beginning or end. I carry on through each day with a promise to myself, not forgetting the miracle that is within me.
I now walk upon a Spiritual Trail of Tears that leads to Fulfillment.
The tears that fall are of Wonder and Awe of all that HE has shown me. This is The Glory Of HIS Grace.
Today, I begin anew.
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Upon The Spiritual Trail Of Tears
>COURAGE
Hunger, Thirst, Longing, Satisfaction & Renewal
I seek My GREAFATHER, who is
My FAITHFUL MENTOR,
My SUPREME ADVOCATE.
I once walked upon a Trail of Tears that led to Hunger. The tears that fell were of Thirst & Longing.
HE grants my heart’s desire to learn. HE grants my heart’s desire to obey. HE grants my heart’s desire to forsake that which would keep me from both. I am comforted in knowing that I will be led upon the path, though hidden by depths of snow, which will cover, cleanse and make pure, before the arrival of the following spring and a renewal of life.
My Spiritual Journey, like unto each season’s passing, is a ritual and progression of restoration and a renewal of the soul.
I now walk upon a Spiritual Trail of Tears that leads to Satisfaction The tears that fall are of Renewal. This is The Glory of HIS Grace.
Today, I begin anew.
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Upon The Spiritual Trail Of Tears
>FAMILY
Tuesday, April 19th (Part One)
It was while watching the coverage of that event, I received a telephone call from my niece in New York. She called to inform me about my sister’s death the night before, from an apparent overdose of sedatives and alcohol. Her life had come to a tragic though somewhat unexpected conclusion.
Though we were separated in age through a difference of eight years and through a cross-country distance, she and I had developed a closeness which I still feel, even after all these years since her passing. Scarcely comprehending the reality of the Oklahoma City Bombing, stark reality slapped me in the face as I sought to come to terms with my sister’s passing at her hands.
For me, the two events of that day are intertwined. As the years have passed, I find myself grieving for the loss of persons whom I had never known as well as for one who I had loved since childhood. I knew full well that the families of those who had been lost on that day were unaware regarding my grief over her passing.
I retire to the mountains each April 19th, with Two Yellow Cherokee Roses. I place both on a secluded rock. I then release two balloons into the air. One is for the Oklahoma City victims, the other is for my sister, LaVon.
Those of us who were left behind on that horrible day reflect upon our losses and the emptiness that has been brought about by their absence. As the families of Oklahoma City and subsequent tragedies have come to cope with their grief, countless families, mine included, have come to grapple with craving and dependency of their addiction or with the challenges and struggles that are influenced by their mental illness.
Amid the rubble of 19 April, Hope renewed with the reassurance that those who had been taken on that day had somehow found peace. Those of us who have been left behind, continue on by seeking that same peace for ourselves. For just as surely as the day turned black on that morning, HIS Faith and Hope rests upon those who might turn toward the light of the sun once again. For those who are struggling with these cravings and dependencies, with theses challenges and struggles, may the Journey if Discovery lead you toward a guiding light in the quest to emerge from the rubble and the darkness, as your heart is turned toward THE PROTECTOR.
May your Spiritual Journey be influenced by religious beliefs as well as principles and traditions which are embraced by support groups that encourage reliance upon Spirituality.
The conversation on the cravings and dependencies of addiction/the challenges and struggles of mental illness takes place on several fronts. Some suggest that both are physiological, psychological or psychiatric in nature, or a combination of these. As these cravings and dependencies as these challenges and struggles are multidimensional, HIS Recovery And Healing, HIS Restoration And Renewal is multi-faceted.
An awareness and acceptance of HIS Guiding Presence is a powerful source of personal strength in treatment and recovery is at the core of any ‘spiritual based support movement’. For were treatment not to include a spiritual dimension, recovery could never commence.
Any individual who grapples with the cravings and dependencies of addiction/the challenges and struggles of mental illness (referred to as craving and dependency, challenges and struggles) will come to rely on a Relationship with HIM as THE WAY to validate individual worth (as well as THE TRUTH and THE LIFE).
The mentally ill and the addicted fight their battles ‘one day at a time’, seeking strength with each passing moment and pursuing a fullness of life which is free of dependency. As stated, alcohol flowed freely in the home where I was raised. I witnessed its effects upon my immediate family. Coupled with the struggles that my sister faced, I gained an awareness of the cravings and dependencies of addiction/the challenges and struggles of mental illness (craving and dependency, challenges and struggles). It is from that awareness that I gained an understanding of the essence of recovery support groups — for those who are in recovery for addiction illness and for those who are in treatment for mental illness.
During my 30 years in the professional field of human services, I have come to appreciate the role that spirituality plays in the lives of those who face special challenges in their lives. Sadly, these individuals are faced with a stigma as they are often looked upon as the disenfranchised or outcasts — the homeless, the physically and emotionally handicapped, the aged, the mentally ill and the addicted. When in fact, it is these individuals who are included as the ‘least of these’ as referred to by THE PROTECTOR. Certainly, the ‘least of these’ are seeking to crawl out from underneath the rubble of their lives, to make something better for themselves.
In a very real sense, spiritual support groups provide a very real bridge between cultures, religious communities and individuals from all walks of life – a greater awareness of individual worth becoming the ‘common denominator’. Since her passing, I have gained a new appreciation of maintaining a balance between deeply held Religious Values and a Spiritual Center. I have come to understand that though Religion and Spirituality may be closely woven together. Depending upon an individual point of vies, Spirituality takes on a respective dimension in the face of a person’s circumstance.
The stories of the mentally ill and addicted bear witness that recovery is a continuing process, much like My Spiritual Journey. It is through the grace and atonement of THE PROTECTOR that we become equal to the burden that we may be experiencing. Just as HE descended below and rose above all things, so too shall HE raise us in HIS Warmth, Hope, Peace and Calm — even when facing the cravings and dependencies of addiction/the challenges and struggles of mental illness (craving and dependency, challenges and struggles).
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Upon The Spiritual Trail Of Tears
>FAMILY
Tuesday, April 19th
(Part Two & Eulogy)
This is what I have learned — as a Hospital Chaplain, as an Outreach Worker/Advocate for Homeless and Homebound, as a Residential Services Director for Senior Citizen And Handicapped Adult Housing Facilities.
I have often asked myself if I would have the fortitude to fight the battles that many of those with whom I have rubbed shoulders have faced. Yet, I have come to understand courage as the ‘common denominator’ which ties them together, for their desires to maintain their spiritual center remain.
Quite simply, that spiritual center is a lasting relationship with THE PROTECTOR, and an understanding/acceptance of the principles of HIS Gospel Providing those in treatment with the resources and insights that are needed to begin and continue the recovery process is the challenge given to all of us who ‘minister’ unto them. Yet, in a very real sense, it is they who come to be our ministers – for we may, by virtue of our service to them, be entertaining angels unawares . As with all, the downtrodden and weary are writing and living their stories. Their circumstances might not be of their choosing. Still, they seek a difference in their lives as well as understanding from those about them. The living human documents of their lives become their testament to My PROTECTOR, who makes all things anew. Circumstance may not always be a matter of choice. Within one’s ability, however, response to the present and the future is.
By choosing to come unto HIS Tree Of Life, My Spiritual Journey has become one of Recovery And Healing, Restoration And Renewal. For those who may be traveling on the road to recovery, know that there are people around you, both personal and professional, who are genuinely interested in your recovery. In the darkest hours, when despair seems to be your only companion, turn those people who care. Turn to HIM to find that inner strength within yourself. Above all, remember that you are not alone.
For as my dear sister once said when we were both kids - -there are no ugly ducklings, only swans in embryo. HE gives unto us a Haven of tenderness, gentleness and unconditional acceptance. HE gives unto us a Haven of joy, peace and happiness. HE gives unto us a Haven to which we may run, freely and often. May we run to HIS Haven — for HIS arms are extended, awaiting, that we might be enveloped in The Haven of HIS embrace.
>Eulogy
To My Dearest Sis, THE PROTECTOR always knew your heart, even on that night when you were found clinging for life. The hours wore on and you slipped away from us as a casualty in a battle that you were never quite able to win in this life.
Though the years have passed, I have thought of you each day and have uttered a prayer that you have come to be at peace. I strongly believe that like peace, there is no end to life, love and the relationships that are nurtured by it. For each of these are like its very source – eternal – extending the bloodline that we share during the brief time we have in this life.
And so, the passing of a loved one, regardless of the circumstances, does not mean an end to that relationship, for as His children, our ties to one another are without end.
I have come to cherish relationships as I have grown older. I have gained comfort in knowing that you were not alone on the night that you left us. Certainly the source of perfect love embraced you, cloaking you in healing and granting you a release from your suffering.
I believe that HE understands completely when we do not, for He is at our side, even at times when we are not aware. And so I believe it was that way on the night of 18 April 1995.
Understanding the circumstances and reasons for your leaving us are best left to He who loves us as only He can.
Yet, I maintain a strong belief that there is a very thin veil that separates this life from the next. you remain in the lives and hearts of those left behind. Our sorrow is softened in knowing that, just as His the love never ends, neither does our love for one another. I have tried to imagine what your story must have been on that night as well as in the days that preceded it. I have also tried to imagine what it would have been like, had you been able to overcome the snares that had overpowered you. In the midst of imagining,
I have concluded that there was a presence on that night, one that is there for all of us, for He has said that even a sparrow does not fall without His knowing. HE has also said that we who wait upon HIM shall be lifted up on eagle’s wings. I know that you have been lifted by HIM. He would not deny that blessing to any of His children who are seeking to be lifted from the depths of their pain. Your story does continue on. Thanks for lifting me with your incredible talent for song, your incomparable humor, your disarming wit and your honest candor.
You never held back in letting people know how you felt, including when it was an expression of love to those around you. That is your legacy to me and it has been enough to bring me to reflect upon our relationship with fondness. Whenever I try to imitate those qualities, I get into some sort of trouble. Whenever that happens, I simply grin and say to myself that I had a big sister who corrupted me early on. No one else is likely to understand, but I know that you will.
I also dedicate this work to you, dear sister – with the thought of what would have taken place were THE PROTECTOR present on the night that you left us. I believe HE was that presence who was there to raise you from the depths of your darkest pit of despair, to take you to home. So, until we meet again, face to face, I will try to be as good as I can be, but will cause just enough mischief to make you proud and to keep people on their toes, just as you did. After all, that runs in the family as well.
I love you, Sis.
Thanks for loving me back.
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