I was that which others cared not to be. I went where others feared to go and did what others failed to do. I asked nothing from those who gave nothing. And reluctantly, accepted the thought of eternal loneliness - should I fail. I have seen the face of terror, felt the chill of fear, warmed to the touch of love. I have hoped, pained, cried. But, foremost, lived the times others would say best forgotten.  At the very least, in later days, I will be able to say with greatest pride, that I was indeed a Soldier.

                                                          AIRBORNE RANGERS lead the way
It's time Indians tell the world what we know.We've learned that God rules the universe and that everything God made is living. Nobel Red Man  Lakota
O Great Spirit, whose voice in the wind I hear
And whose breath gives life to all the world, hear me.
Before you I come, one of your many children.
Small and weak am I,
Your strength and wisdom I need.
Make me walk in beauty.
Make my heart respect all you have made,
My ears to hear your voice.
Make me wise that I may know
All you have taught my people,
The lessons you have hidden in every leaf and rock.
I seek strength not to be superior to my brother.
Make me able to fight my greatest enemy-myself.
Make me ready to stand before you
With clean hands and straight eyes.
When life fades in the fading sunset,
My spirit will stand before you without shame,

WINTER HUNT.
Hopi prayer to the Great Spirit
Ihambleiciyapi (vision quest)
    The Old Warrior

The old warrior hears drums
  War drums
In the distance they beat
  Beat, beat.
He is wrinkled and old
  as bark
On the trunk of a sycamore
  long standing.
His memory is without clouds
  He counts
Coups of long ago battles
  with honor.
Sadness pierces his heart
  as braves
Painted for battle ride off
  without him.
                   Gary Peterson
EAGLE HORSE
I, as a spiritual Indian am convinced that it is time to reach out to my white brothers and sisters to share with whomever wishes to partake of what we, the indigenous people of this land, still have. It is this the buckskin curtain be drawn back. It is time. 
Eddie B.Banai  Ojibway
MITAKY OYASIN (we are all related)
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NATIVE  AMERICAN  RELIGION
The Native Americans have always been a  profoundly religious people. They never built churches or composed a book of sacred writings like the Bible, they had no prayer books, hymnals, holy days, or Sabbath. Yet all they owned and every act of their lives was bound up with their religion; which accounted for the exceptional quality of everything they produced or did.
They trusted in a creative power that was higher than all people and the universe, and each tribe had its own name for Him. Because of the good which comes from the sun, many felt He dwelt in the center of it, and that its radiance, light, and warmth really came from Him. The Crows called Him  First Maker, the Pawnees named him Ti-ra-wa, the Sioux spoke of him as the Great Spirit or Mystery, the Arapaho referred to him as the Man Above.
A lesser power in the earth called Mother Earth governed everything that grew, and the N.A. also believed in the power of the sun  of the night sun or moon, of the morning star, and of the Four Old Men who directed the winds, the rains, and seasons, and gave them "the breath of life", which they understood to consist of the wisdom necessary for existence.
Their God was eternal; He had no beginning no end. He also provided mankind with never ending life after death. A great N.A. Plenty Coups believed that because he was old, he was living "an unnatural life" a life which nobody knew all about and he was anxious to step past it and go to " his Father", where he would live again as men were intended to live.
If there was a significant difference between the N.A. and the Christian, it was this. The N.A. came, by divine providence, to know the same God as the Christian, but he knew Him only in an abstract way-leaving him prey to much wondering and superstition.
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Where the aincient ones stood
                   I stand
Facing the sacred place
Where slowly the sun rises.
                    He too
Watches the daylight God
Begin the long journey.
When the sun has travled
                    But twice
The thirty-two trails
I will go meet the enemy.
My mother sits in the hogan
                    Wailing,
She heard my death-song
On the wind last night.
CANTE TINZA (brave heart)
Before him sprinkle pollen
Before him sprinkle pollen
Before him sprinkle pollen
On his way to the sweathouse.

Now he is prepared
Now he is prepared
Now he is prepared
To go meet the enemy.

Go on the trail of well being.
Go on the trail of well being.
Go on the trail of well being.
For I wait
At the place of 'ten sleeps'.
I have been to the end of the Earth
I have been to the end of the Waters
I have been to the end of the Sky
I have been to the end of the Mountains
I have found none that are not my Friends.
MIYACA  (prairie wolf)
A Navajo Singers Chant from the
    NIGHTWAY CEREMONY
       (A curing ceremony)
With your moccasins of dark cloud,
Come to us.
With your leggings of dark cloud,
Come to us.
With your shirt of dark cloud,
Come to us.
With your head-dress of dark cloud,
Come to us.
With your mind enveloped in dark cloud,
Come to us
With the dark thunder above you,
Come to us soaring.
With the shaped cloud at your feet,
Come to us soaring.
With the far  darkness made of the
dark cloud over your head,
Come to us soaring.
As man today
I greet you aincient brother man
And point witrh gratitude
To thse artifacts you made in
eons past.
The signiture of mans slow
rise
Is on each tool, each point,
each axe.
And we can sence the
human impact still.
Who smoked this pipe? Who
played this flute?
Who used this hoe? Who
threw this spear,
And was it made for enemy
or deer?
As man today
I kneel upon a mountain
circled flat
To feel the aincient ashes
yield, and see
A kinship gift which you have
left for me.
I grasp within my hand a
perfect tool
So long ago chipped carefully from stone.
And now except the timing of our fates
It might have been my own.
I touch with care these edges keen and fine
Where once you placed your thumb,
There now is mine.

AS MAN TODAY
Ake iyayapi  (again they go)
THE STORY Teller
CRY WHEN YOU ARE SADDENED AND LET TEARS FALL TO THE EARTH SHARE YOUR SADDNESS WITH YOUR MOTHER, AND SHE WILL COMFORT YOU.
WHEN YOUR SPIRIT IS LOW, LOOK UP AND TAKE HEART. SOMEDAY YOUR SPIRIT WILL SOAR WITH EAGLES.THE EAGLE IS THE ESSENCE OF LIFE. ITS PREDATION KEPT THE FLOW OF NATURE IN BALANCE. IT HAD THE "GREATEST PURPOSE" THE CARE OF THE EARTH.
                                      
THE LORDS PRAYER                                
                SIOUX
Ate unyanpiya malipiya kin en, nicaje wakandapi kte.
Nitokiconzo u kte; nitawacin ecen econpi nunwe, malipiya kin en iyececa,nakun mukaakan.
Anpetu kin ileanpetu woyute unqu miye.
Qa waunlitanipi kin unkicicajuju po taku wawiyutanyan un kin en unkayapi sni po, tuka taku sice cin etanhan eunhdaku po: wokiconze kin he niye nitawa, qa woeasake kin, qa wowitan kin, owihanke wanica. Amen
These are our times and our responeibilities. Every human being has a sacred duty to protect the Mother Earth from whom all life comes. In order to do this we must recognize the enemy--ourselves   Leon Shenandoah  six nations iroquois nations confederacy
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Morning Prayer
by Gary Peterson
Navajo prayer said at the beginning of each new day

There is beauty before me.
There is beauty above me.
There is beauty behind me.
There is beauty all arround me.
I walk in beauty.
LORI PIESTEWA  First native american woman KIA
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.Si'ah Naagha'i' do'o' Bik'eh Ho'zho'  Long Life and Happiness Life
The clan system helps soldiers
In the house of long life
there I wander.
In the house of happyness,
there I wander.
Beauty before me,
with it I wander.
Beauty behind me,
with it I wander.
Beauty below me,
with it I wander.
Beauty above me,
with it I wander.
Beauty all arround me,
with it I wander.
In old age traveling,
with it I wander.
On the beautiful trail I am,
with it I wander.
In the life of the Native American there is only one inevitable duty, the duty of prayer,
the daily recognition of the Unseen and Eternal. His daily devotions were more necessary
to him than daily food. He awakes at daybreak, puts on his moccasins, and steps out of his dwelling. He stands erect before the advancing dawn, facing the sun. His mate may preceed him, or follow him in his devotions, but never accompanies him. Each soul must meet the morning sun and the Great Silence alone.
I usually walk where the rains fall.
Below the east I walk.
I usually walk where the rains fall,
Within the dawn I walk.
I usually walk where the rains fall,
Among the white corn I walk.
Among the soft goods I walk.
Among the collected waters I walk,
Among the pollen I walk.
I usually walk where the rains fall.

NAVAJO (DINEE) chant for a Good Journey
                        HOZHO NAHASOLLII

May everything be in harmony
May we walk in beauty
May we live in peace and harmony
May we work and communicate in harmony
From this day foreward may everything be in harmony

Let there be harmony from the East
Let there be harmony from the South
Let there be harmony from the West
Let there be harmony from the North

Hozho Nahasollii
Hozho Nahasollii
Hozho Nahasollii
Hozho Nahasollii

Navajo ( Dine') prayer


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