Native American Spirituality

Native American musicians of the Southwest

Native American musicians of the Southwest. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Native American spirituality has become very popular here in the U.S. over the past several decades. More and more people involve themselves and its no longer strictly Native territory. Many Anglos have become a part of it, taking part in it. My interest, being Cherokee, is personal, but along slightly different lines.

A lot of folks don’t realize that until the 1970s many aspects of Native American “religion” were illegal in the U.S. Freedom of religion seems to pertain only when convenient for the government. Because certain things, like Ghost Dance, were thought to be dangerously subversive, perhaps tending towards revolt against the government, they had been outlawed. Ghost Dance was honestly more a matter of women mourning their war dead and wishing for their return. This was construed by the U.S. government as an attempt to stir up people and fuel more uprisings. Catholics take note. When, as an example, homosexuality is protected by a constitutional amendment (and it will be as soon as our current president appoints two more “liberal” Supreme Court justices, which he will do during this, his second, administration) as a viable alternative life style, it’s entirely possible that any religious group refusing to “marry” a homosexual couple on moral grounds could be found guilty of discrimination, even a “hate” crime which is automatically a felony, and treated legally as criminal. There is no freedom available to the individual or to religious groups if that freedom interferes with the operation and agenda of Big Brother. We’re already beginning to see how dishonest Federal “exceptions to the rule” are given the governments current health care mandate. It’s already been proven in the Native American experience. Any government that can force an organization to pay for abortion can force the same group to perform immoral marriages and even hire homosexual “ministers”. That’s already been tried. It was put down, true, but down now doesn’t mean out for good. Freedom of religion was a myth in Rome 2,000 years ago. It remains a myth in our modern wold.

Native American spirituality. It comes in various guises, many of them very benign with much to commend it. But what I really want to get across here is the TRUE, the REAL Native American spirituality that almost all the world, Turtle Island in particular, doesn’t even know exists because its not perceived as Native. Its considered the white mans religion by many. That’s a misconception to the tenth power. It was delivered by a Woman of semantic origin almost 500 years ago to a Native American in what we call Mexico today. It was meant especially for Native Americans because this Lady presented Herself AS Native with a message FOR Natives. The Lady was the Blessed Virgin Mary. She wore a black belt when she appeared. To the Natives in that specific area it was a sign that she was pregnant. She carried a Child. The “god” of that area was a serpent. It demanded human sacrifice. By bringing to us the True Human Sacrifice she put an end to the horrors of the pagan acts of murder. She was and is the Mother of Life amidst a culture of death. In all of this She crushed the head of the serpent-god. Her name, in the local Native tongue, means just that. “She who crushes the head of the serpent.” Guadalupe. At that point in time REAL and TRUE Native American spirituality became a religion not of death but of LIFE.

Today, in the Americas, human sacrifice prevails. Millions are sacrificed to the gods of lust, greed, and convenience under the guise of personal rights and freedom of choice. Death parades as freedom. The true American religion is spurned as a thing foolish and out of date.

Perhaps we’ll be visited again. Maybe the next visit brings more love. Maybe wrath.


Crosses and sanity … Tuesday, April 9

English: Jesus falling, while carrying the cro...

Jesus falling, while carrying the cross, on his way to Calvary. The painting was by Anton Raphael Mengs, a German artist in the 18th century. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

A Rosary Meditation … The Fourth Sorrowful Mystery, the Carrying of the Cross. “Now there was following Him a great crowd of people, and of women, who were bewailing and lamenting Him.” Luke 23:27. Jesus is about to die. Some of the people following Him are about to lose the One they love the most. They “were bewailing and lamenting Him.” I have to wonder how much their sincere display of sorrow actually helped Him. I know it helped them to vent, but did it make His cross any lighter? Everyone here is carrying a cross, even some that don’t know it. Jesus carries His cross with our sins attached along with the sorrow of seeing the folks He loves so much either bitterly bewailing His fate or calling for it joyfully, the ones who love Him carry the cross of losing Him, and those who cry for His death carry a cross all their own without understanding the true weight of it. Everyone carries a cross knowingly or unknowingly. There’s no escape from it. Which means acceptance is of paramount importance. Accepting the cross of another can be just as important as accepting our own. “Bear ye one another’s burdens; and so you shall fulfill the law of Christ.” Galatians 6:2. Sometimes the simple recognition of the other person’s burden is all it takes to lighten their load. And sometimes silence is golden.

Today … St. Waldetrudis. Also known as Waltrude or Waudru, she was the daughter of Saints Walbert and Bertilia and sister of St. Aldegunus of Maubeuge. Marrying St. Vincent Madelgarius, she became the mother of saints Landericus, Madalberta, Adeltrudis, and Dentelin. When her husband chose to become a  monk about 643 in the monastery of Hautrnont, France, he had founded, she established a convent at Chateaulieu, around which grew up the town of Mons, Belgium. What stands out most here, for me anyway, is that ALL the people involved are saints. Now I don’t know about you, everyone has their own ideas and I know this may sound odd and I’ll just let you think about it rather than elaborate, but I’ve thought seriously that living with a saint without being one would be a terrific burden. Walking on eggshells comes to mind, so does a continually pricked conscience. (The first group of “monks” under the leadership of St. Benedict tried to poison him.) So here I see LOTS of crosses. Crosses to bear, crosses to share, crosses to perhaps, in a sense, avoid for the sake of sanity.

Another Thought … “Progressives hate the idea that Peter and the Apostles can bind. Traditionalists cannot fathom that Peter and the Apostles can loosen.”

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