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|Posted by josieroase on October 3, 2017 at 12:40 AM|
“When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love have always won. There have been tyrants and murderers, and for a time, they can seem invincible, but in the end, they always fall.
Think of it--always.”
― Mahatma Gandhi
|Posted by josieroase on August 27, 2017 at 9:40 PM|
"Letting Go" allows us to move forward with new ideas and better opportunities.
"Letting Go" frees us from the pain of the past.
"Letting Go" makes us give up our excuses of why something did not work out or why someone hurt us.
"Letting Go" is how you take back your life and find happiness.
|Posted by josieroase on June 3, 2017 at 2:40 PM|
|Posted by josieroase on May 2, 2017 at 11:20 AM|
How often are you grateful for the person who goes above and beyond to help you?
Or, sometimes someone does the right thing and that is special because this does not always happen.
I have lived with the label of "people pleaser" all my life and I never really understood that. I have rather good boundaries, meaning I don't stay around abusive people, or at least I try and learn these lessons more quickly now than I had in the past. Was my being empathetic labeling me a people pleaser? It seemed so. However, I feel that empathy and compassion ought to be the norm and not the surprise, and yet, this is the way of our world. I would like to see people pleaser replaced by acknowledging someone as empathetic and compasionate.
I have known people who foster the belief that if you are compassionate then you are weak. If you are empathetic then you are, dare I say, a people pleaser? Humanity and society would benefit from a change in perception. All this being said, if you use your highest knowledge to discern another's pain or sorrow or need for help, without your being used and abused, then you are doing a great service in the healing of our world. If you will say thank you, or I appreciate you, or how wonderful you are to notice, you will be a blessing. Remember this when you go to the dental office, doctor, at the checkout counter and anytime you have an opportunity to give and receive a blessing.
|Posted by josieroase on April 29, 2017 at 11:25 AM|
Snow, cold and icy in Colorado today and I am envisioning where I rather be.
|Posted by josieroase on April 28, 2017 at 7:35 AM|
Our history, the story of human-kind, pre-dates the recording of Chief Joseph's words. Our history, the United States of America, is still being written. We have a multitude of good people amongst us, loving and fair minded. I ponder over the statement that "the meek shall inherit the Earth." Certainly then, it is not the warriors, the ones who lust and are taken over by greed, nor the ones who force their ways upon others through violence or mis-intended self-righteousness who shall reign supreme upon this most beautiful planet. Isn't it however, for each of us to do our part?
Think about how you might bring your love into the world.
"The first white men of your people who came to our country were named Lewis and Clark. They brought many things which our people had never seen. They talked straight and our people gave them a great feast as proof that their hearts were friendly. They made presents to our chiefs and our people made presents to them. We had a great many horses of which we gave them what they needed, and they gave us guns and tobacco in return. All the Nez Perce made friends with Lewis and Clark and agreed to let them pass through their country and never to make war on white men. This promise the Nez Perce have never broken. - Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
For a short time we lived quietly. But this could not last. White men had found gold in the mountains around the land of the Winding Water. They stole a great many horses from us and we could not get them back because we were Indians. The white men told lies for each other. They drove off a great many of our cattle. Some white men branded our young cattle so they could claim them. We had no friends who would plead our cause before the law councils. It seemed to me that some of the white men in Wallowa were doing these things on purpose to get up a war. They knew we were not strong enough to fight them. I labored hard to avoid trouble and bloodshed. We gave up some of our country to the white men, thinking that then we could have peace. We were mistaken. The white men would not let us alone. We could have avenged our wrongs many times, but we did not. Whenever the Government has asked for help against other Indians we have never refused. When the white men were few and we were strong we could have killed them off, but the Nez Perce wishes to live at peace.
On account of the treaty made by the other bands of the Nez Perce the white man claimed my lands. We were troubled with white men crowding over the line. Some of them were good men, and we lived on peaceful terms with them, but they were not all good. Nearly every year the agent came over from Lapwai and ordered us to the reservation. We always replied that we were satisfied to live in Wallowa. We were careful to refuse the presents or annuities which he offered.
Through all the years since the white man came to Wallowa we have been threatened and taunted by them and the treaty Nez Perce. They have given us no rest. We have had a few good friends among the white men, and they have always advised my people to bear these taunts without fighting. Our young men are quick tempered and I have had great trouble in keeping them from doing rash things. I have carried a heavy load on my back ever since I was a boy. I learned then that we were but few while the white men were many, and that we could not hold our own with them. We were like deer. They were like grizzly bears. We had a small country. Their country was large. We were contented to let things remain as the Great Spirit Chief made them. They were not; and would change the mountains and rivers if they did not suit them.
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
At his surrender in the Bear Paw Mountains, 1877
Tell General Howard that I know his heart. What he told me before I have in my heart. I am tired of fighting. Our chiefs are killed. Looking Glass is dead, Tu-hul-hil-sote is dead. the old men are all dead. It is the young men who now say yes or no. He who led the young men [Joseph's brother Alikut] is dead. It is cold and we have no blankets. The little children are freezing to death. My people -- some of them have run away to the hills and have no blankets and no food. No one knows where they are -- perhaps freezing to death. I want to have time to look for my children and see how many of them I can find. Maybe I shall find them among the dead. Hear me, my chiefs, my heart is sick and sad. From where the sun now stands I will fight no more against the white man.
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
On a visit to Washington, D.C., 1879
At last I was granted permission to come to Washington and bring my friend Yellow Bull and our interpreter with me. I am glad I came. I have shaken hands with a good many friends, but there are some things I want to know which no one seems able to explain. I cannot understand how the Government sends a man out to fight us, as it did General Miles, and then breaks his word. Such a government has something wrong about it. I cannot understand why so many chiefs are allowed to talk so many different ways, and promise so many different things. I have seen the Great Father Chief [President Hayes]; the Next Great Chief [Secretary of the Interior]; the Commissioner Chief; the Law Chief; and many other law chiefs [Congressmen] and they all say they are my friends, and that I shall have justice, but while all their mouths talk right I do not understand why nothing is done for my people. I have heard talk and talk but nothing is done. Good words do not last long unless they amount to something. Words do not pay for my dead people. They do not pay for my country now overrun by white men. They do not protect my father's grave. They do not pay for my horses and cattle. Good words do not give me back my children. Good words will not make good the promise of your war chief, General Miles. Good words will not give my people a home where they can live in peace and take care of themselves. I am tired of talk that comes to nothing. It makes my heart sick when I remember all the good words and all the broken promises. There has been too much talking by men who had no right to talk. Too many misinterpretations have been made; too many misunderstandings have come up between the white men and the Indians. If the white man wants to live in peace with the Indian he can live in peace. There need be no trouble. Treat all men alike. Give them the same laws. Give them all an even chance to live and grow. All men were made by the same Great Spirit Chief. They are all brothers. The earth is the mother of all people, and all people should have equal rights upon it. You might as well expect all rivers to run backward as that any man who was born a free man should be contented penned up and denied liberty to go where he pleases. If you tie a horse to a stake, do you expect he will grow fat? If you pen an Indian up on a small spot of earth and compel him to stay there, he will not be contented nor will he grow and prosper. I have asked some of the Great White Chiefs where they get their authority to say to the Indian that he shall stay in one place, while he sees white men going where they please. They cannot tell me.
I only ask of the Government to be treated as all other men are treated. If I cannot go to my own home, let me have a home in a country where my people will not die so fast. I would like to go to Bitter Root Valley. There my people would be happy; where they are now they are dying. Three have died since I left my camp to come to Washington.
When I think of our condition, my heart is heavy. I see men of my own race treated as outlaws and driven from country to country, or shot down like animals.
I know that my race must change. We cannot hold our own with the white men as we are. We only ask an even chance to live as other men live. We ask to be recognized as men. We ask that the same law shall work alike on all men. If an Indian breaks the law, punish him by the law. If a white man breaks the law, punish him also.
Let me be a free man, free to travel, free to stop, free to work, free to trade where I choose, free to choose my own teachers, free to follow the religion of my fathers, free to talk, think and act for myself -- and I will obey every law or submit to the penalty.
Whenever the white man treats the Indian as they treat each other then we shall have no more wars. We shall be all alike -- brothers of one father and mother, with one sky above us and one country around us and one government for all. Then the Great Spirit Chief who rules above will smile upon this land and send rain to wash out the bloody spots made by brothers' hands upon the face of the earth. For this time the Indian race is waiting and praying. I hope no more groans of wounded men and women will ever go to the ear of the Great Spirit Chief above, and that all people may be one people.
Hin-mah-too-yah-lat-kekht has spoken for his people."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
When White men had found gold
Ordered to the reservation
Asking the Government to be treated the same as the White man
Let me be a free man
We were contented people
The way the Government wants to buy out land
We have no need for churches
Equal rights for all
Laws learnt from our fathers
Talk that comes to nothing
Speak the truth"
|Posted by josieroase on April 28, 2017 at 12:15 AM|
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|Posted by josieroase on April 21, 2017 at 1:00 PM|
The birds, when they fly, will fly farther above the Earth and closer to Grandmother and Grandfather, for they will be signaling great changes to come.
The waters will begin to flow more freely over the lands and the people will hurry to gather their belongings and run to the great mountains.
Those who fear will be washed away in tears of their own making for they will not see the Great Ones standing by their side.
What is lost will be regained by those who see, listen and give a hand to their brethren. In the end, all will be reunited. In the end, there will be only the Great Light. Peace will take over the hearts and minds of the ones who forgot.
You will stand renewed, amidst the forests made of crystalline hues and giving passage to your destination designed by the One who loves you always.
Those who have gratitude in their hearts will be kindred souls to their spiritual mates who will stand by their side, fully reunited in love.
Be about your life now with new hope, insight into the silence, generosity to love fully, and let your beauty abound and bless all who look upon your grace. I remain forever with you, as you, among you in all your days and nights, I am your loyal friend, White Buffalo Calf Woman of the Light."
Unpublished writing copyright 2017 by Josie Roase *** This may only be shared or reprinted with full disclosure of its author and scribe, Josie Roase. Become a blessing this day. Received on 4.18.2017
|Posted by josieroase on April 14, 2017 at 2:35 PM|
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