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Posted by Celeste Moondancer - Moderator
on 4/4/2009, 12:48 pm, in reply to "Re: Altered States And Coincidences "
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I have been obsessed with Indian ways since I was a child. As I've mentioned, I grew up at the base of a mountain, where I spent almost all my time.
It was an untamed mountain with a host of wild animals including mountain lions, wolfs, deer, and bears. I saw them all the time, and as no one ever told me I was supposed to be scared of any of them, I generated no fear for them to detect... only love. They would often come close enough to me that I would run my hand along their rough fur as they walked past, and deer would eat leaves and berries out of my hand.
One day I came across a horrible sight, a bear was making this noise that I knew meant that it was in pain. As I came closer I noticed that it's foot was covered in blood and caught in what I learned was a 'leg hold trap' that hunters used.
I went to the nearest house I could find and hysterically explained the situation
. The man shot the bear (to put it out of it's misery), and took it home to use it's fur, meat and anything else, the same way Indians use every possible part of an animal they kill.
I joined a movement to ban leg hold traps, and somehow began to be able to sense where they were hidden, and would walk around with big sticks and set them off before they hurt any animals (which really pissed them off). I became the poster girl for the movement (probably because I was about 25 years younger than anyone else), and a bill was finally passed to make them illegal. Yeah!
Indians, (there were a lot living in the area) also hunted in the mountains using a bow and arrow (which I didn't know). I wasn't aware that they often watched me. I thought I was the only person that ever went into the mountains (besides the hunters who used those traps), as I never saw a single person in all the years I was there.
Turns out they watched how deadly animals acted like pets around me. Long story short, I got taken to one of their villages, met the Chief, went through some weird ceremony, and was given a beautiful leather, round pouch thing that had a picture of a bear made of beads on the front, and was given an Indian name (but I can't remember what it was), only that it had something to do with protecting the mountain and animals. I really wish I could remember the name they gave me
.
I remember that I was mad that people didn't live in tee pees and went ballistic when a girl I met took me to her house, and her father proudly showed me plaques of dead animal heads on the walls. I remember screaming at him and leaving.
I REALLY think I must have been an Indian in my last life, as with the exception of animals, I wanted to be, and live like Indians since I was first made aware of them as a little kid. When I learned that they were here before we were, and what 'Thanksgiving' meant in school, I refused to celebrate it...and still do.
How long have you been interested in Indians? What is it about them that sparked your interest? Anyone else interested in them or feel some kind of connection to them?
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