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White Buffalo Calf Woman

Published July 23, 2024 by tindertender

Her name, Ptesan-Wi, means “White Buffalo Calf Woman.” She is sometimes referenced as a Native North American goddess, sometimes as a spirit, sometimes as a ‘spirit guide’ and is also known as Pte-San Win-Yan, Sacred Woman, White Buffalo Woman, White She-Buffalo, and White Buffalo Maiden. As one of her symbols is the ceremonial pipe, she is sometimes referred to as the goddess of tobacco – though this association should be understood along the lines of how Native Americans have viewed and used tobacco, not how it is generally understood by non-natives in the modern era. She is also associated symbolically with the numbers 4 and 7 (4 being the number of days she spent among the Sioux, and 7 the number of sacred rites), and with the bison, eagle, hawk, buttercup, sage, and agate, and, further, she is seen as a divine force deterring and punishing rape while empowering women and encouraging devotion to the common good.

https://www.worldhistory.org/image/17890/apparition-of-the-buffalo-calf-maiden/

There are many variations on the story of Ptesan-Wi, but all seem to come from a single source, which tells of two Lakota Sioux hunters – one of noble spirit and the other selfish and lustful – who encounter a beautiful maiden in the wilderness. The lustful man tries to lay hands on her and is killed, while the noble man, who shows her proper respect, is sent by her to tell his people she is coming to visit them and how to prepare for her. The man does as he is told, and when she arrives, she instructs the people on the proper use of the chanunpa(ceremonial pipe), the lela wakan (“very sacred”) bundle of tobacco, and the seven sacred rites they are to observe to honor and commune with Wakan Tanka. She then departs after telling the people that, as long as they observe the rituals she has taught, and maintain their relationship with the Great Spirit, they will endure and prosper.

The story of White Buffalo Calf Woman was, and is, central to Sioux religious belief and ritual, which, in accordance with one of the variations of her story, teaches she will return one day to restore balance and universal harmony. Drawing on her inspiration, the White Buffalo Calf Women’s Society, founded in 1977 on the Rosebud Reservation of the Sioux Nation in South Dakota, is working daily to protect, educate, and empower people, especially women and children, through community outreach and programs. Other groups and activists continue to honor the Sacred Maiden in similar ways as they fight for justice and the preservation of the environment.

Seven Rites & Ceremonial Pipe

According to Sioux lore, White Buffalo Calf Woman appeared to the people at a time when they had forgotten how to pray and had lost touch with the Great Mystery, the Creator who had provided them with all good gifts. White Buffalo Woman came as an intermediary between Wakan Tanka and the people to remind them of who they were, of their relationship to the Creator, and to teach them how to maintain that relationship through the seven rites which would include the use of the ceremonial pipe. The pipe was to be smoked prior to and during the observance of the seven rites:

  • Keeping of the Soul (Keeping and Releasing of the Soul)
  • The Purification Rite
  • Crying for a Vision
  • The Sun Dance
  • The Making of Relatives
  • The Girl’s Coming of Age
  • The Throwing of the Ball

Scholar Larry J. Zimmerman explains the rites:

The first rite, the “keeping and releasing of the soul” is used to “keep” the soul of a dead person for a number of years until it is properly released, ensuring a proper return to the spirit world. The second ritual is the “sweat lodge”, a purification rite. The third, “crying for a vision”, lays down the ritual pattern of the Lakota vision quest. The fourth is the communal ceremony known as the Sun Dance. The fifth is the “making of relatives”, a ritual joining of two friends into a sacred bond. The sixth is the girl’s puberty ceremony. The final ritual is called “throwing the ball”, a game representing Wakan Tanka and the attaining of wisdom. The ceremonies of the Lakota enacted [White Buffalo Calf Woman’s] injunction to revere the Great Spirit. (237)

In observing these rituals, the pipe and sacred tobacco were used to elevate the soul and open communication between the people and their Creator. Zimmerman explains:

The holy woman demonstrated how to present the pipe to the Earth, the sky, and the sacred directions, before explaining that the circular stone bowl of the pipe, with its carving of a buffalo calf, represented Earth and all the four-footed animals that walked upon it. Its wooden stem, rising from the center of the bowl, stood for everything that grows and represented a direct link between the Earth and the sky. Twelve spotted eagle feathers hanging from the pipe represent all the creatures of the air. “Whenever you smoke this pipe,” the woman said, “all these things join you, everything in the universe; all send their voices to Wakan Tanka, the Great Spirit. Whenever you pray with this pipe you pray for and with all things.” (236)

According to Sioux belief (as well as other Native American tribal nations), all things in the universe are alive with spirit, and all are connected. The smoke from the pipe, first offered to Wakan Tanka, then the Earth, sky, directions, and the people, drew all together in communion. From the time White Buffalo Calf Woman gave the pipe to the Sioux, it has been carefully preserved and handed down from generation to generation. Lakota Sioux Spiritual leader Arvol Looking Horse (b. 1954) is presently the 19th keeper of the sacred pipe. In the story of White Buffalo Calf Woman (usually titled Origin of the Sioux Peace Pipe), she impresses upon the people the pipe’s importance for the spiritual health and prosperity of the people and the world in general; an understanding that has been passed down to the present generation of Sioux with the pipe.

The following story comes from Myths and Legends of the Sioux (first published in 1916) by Marie L. McLaughlin who, in her introduction to the book, writes:

In publishing these “Myths of the Sioux,” I deem it proper to state that I am one-fourth Sioux blood…Having been born and reared in an Indian community, I at an early age acquired a thorough knowledge of the Sioux language, and having lived on Indian reservations for the past forty years in a position which brought me very near to the Indians, whose confidence I possessed, I have, therefore, had exceptional opportunities of learning the legends and folk-lore of the Sioux. (3)

McLaughlin’s version of the story appears as The Legend of the White Buffalo Woman on the Akta Lakota Museum & Cultural Center site and as Origin of the Sioux Peace Pipe in Voices of the Winds: Native American Legends by Margot Edmonds and Ella Clark. Variations on the story, some adding the number of days White Buffalo Calf Woman spent among the Sioux, some other details, appear elsewhere (as does this version), but McLaughlin’s tale seems to be the origin, in print at least, for the rest.

Long, long ago, their band chose two young and handsome Lakota men to find out where the Buffalo were. While the men were riding in the buffalo country, they saw someone in the distance walking toward them.

As always, they were on the watch for any enemy. So, they hid in some bushes and waited. At last, the figure came up the slope. To their surprise, the figure walking toward them was a woman. When she came closer, she stopped and looked at them. They knew she could see them, even in their hiding place. On her left arm, she carried what looked like a stick in a bundle of sagebrush. Her face was beautiful.

One of the men said, “She is more beautiful than anyone I have ever seen. I want her for my wife.”

But the other man replied, “How dare you have such a thought? She is wondrously beautiful and holy, far above ordinary people.”

Though still at a distance, the woman heard them talking. She laid down her bundle and spoke to them. “Come. What is it you wish?”

The man who had spoken first went up to her and laid his hands on her as if to claim her. At once, from somewhere above, there came a whirlwind. Then, there came a mist, which hid the man and the woman. When the mist cleared, the other man saw the woman with the bundle again on her arm. But his friend was a pile of bones at her feet.

The man stood silent in wonder and awe. Then, the beautiful woman spoke to him. “I am on a journey to your people. Among them is a good man whose name is Bull Walking Upright. I am coming to see him especially.”

“Go on ahead of me and tell your people I am on my way. Ask them to move camp and to pitch their tents in a circle. Ask them to leave an opening in the circle, facing the north. In the center of the circle, make a large tipi, also facing the north. There I will meet Bull Walking Upright and his people.”

The man saw to it that all her directions were followed. When she reached the camp, she removed the sagebrush from the gift she was carrying. The gift was a small pipe made of red stone. On it was carved the tiny outline of a buffalo calf.

She gave the pipe to Bull Walking Upright, and then she taught him the prayers he should pray to the Strong One Above. “When you pray to the Strong One Above, you must use this pipe in the ceremony. When you are hungry, unwrap the pipe and lay it bare in the air. Then, the Buffalo will come where the men can easily hunt and kill them so the children, the men and the women will have food and be happy.”

The beautiful woman also told him how the people should behave to live peacefully together. She taught them the prayers they should say when praying to their Mother Earth. She told him how they should decorate themselves for ceremonies.

“The earth,” she said, “is your mother. So, for special ceremonies, you will decorate yourselves as your mother does, in black and red, in brown and white. These are the colors of the Buffalo also.”

“Above all else, remember this is a peace pipe I have given you. You will smoke it before all ceremonies. You will smoke it before making treaties. It will bring peaceful thoughts into your mind. If you use it when you pray to the Strong One Above and to Mother Earth, you will be sure to receive the blessings you ask.”

When the woman had completed her message, she turned and slowly walked away. All the people watched her in awe. Outside the opening of the circle, she stopped for an instant and then lay down on the ground. She rose again in the form of a black buffalo cow. Again, she lay down and then arose in the form of a red buffalo cow. A third time she lay down and arose as a brown buffalo cow. The fourth and last time, she had the form of a spotlessly white buffalo cow. Then she walked toward the north into the distance and finally disappeared over a far-off hill.

Bull Walking Upright kept the peace pipe carefully wrapped most of the time. He called all his people together every little while, untied the bundle, and repeated the lessons the beautiful woman had taught him. And he used it in prayers and other ceremonies until he was more than one hundred years old.

When he became feeble, he held a great feast. There he gave the pipe and the lessons to Sunrise, a worthy man. Similarly, the pipe was passed down from generation to generation. “As long as the pipe is used,” the beautiful woman had said, “Your people will live and will be happy. As soon as it is forgotten, the people will perish.”

Conclusion

As noted, the story of White Buffalo Calf Woman is central to Sioux religious belief, but the above version is not the only one. In another, the maiden appears to a group of hunters at the mouth of a sacred cave, as described by scholars Yvonne Wakim Dennis et al.:

Lakota culture celebrates White Buffalo Calf Woman, and in one of the nation’s earliest examples of oral literature, White Buffalo Calf Woman appears to a group of Lakota hunters at Wind Cave, Washu Niya, the breathing place. Washu Niya is named for the fog that emanates from the mouth of the cave and is considered to be the spot where all animals entered the world. After turning one of the hunters to dust for gazing upon her disrespectfully, White Buffalo Calf Woman imparts a message of respect for women before she gives the men the gift of the sacred pipe, upon which Lakota spirituality is centered: “On you [the men] it depends to be a strong help to the woman in the raising of children. Wakan Tanka smiles on the man who has a kind feeling for a woman.” Sacred pipe bowls, representing a woman’s womb, are shaped from red catlinite stone and often feature carvings of buffalo. The bowl is affixed to a wooden stem, representing the male. To this day, the birth of a rare female white buffalo calf is considered a miraculous omen of positive change and inspires visitors to travel long distances with offerings for the calf. (178-179)

In 1994, a white buffalo calf was born in Wisconsin and others have appeared since. Arvol Looking Horse performed the rite of the Four Directions honoring the birth of the Wisconsin calf (named “Miracle”) and has done the same for the others. The appearance of the white buffalo calf presages the return of White Buffalo Calf Woman, but the Sioux are not waiting passively for her.

The members of the White Buffalo Calf Women’s Society are at work every day in the interests of women and children while Sioux lawyers and activists, including Looking Horse, are fighting against the Dakota Access Pipeline, Keystone XL Pipeline, and other environmental threats to their land and safety as well as pursuing legal measures to win back their ancestral lands, especially the territory of the Black Hills, as well as addressing other issues. In doing so, they honor the promise made long ago to White Buffalo Calf Woman to remember their prayers through the seven rites, honor the Creator, and protect the created world for future generations.

Source:
https://www.worldhistory.org/article/2277/white-buffalo-calf-woman/

I Don’t Care

Published July 18, 2024 by tindertender

We don’t live by the same rules you play.

Get out of our way.

Well you can tell everyone I’m a down disgrace
Drag my name all over the place
I don’t care anymore

You can tell everybody ’bout the state I’m in
You won’t catch me crying ’cause I just can’t win
I don’t care anymore
I don’t care anymore, d’you hear?

I don’t care what you say
I don’t play the same games you play

‘Cause I’ve been talking to the people
that you call your friends
And it seems to me there’s a means to an end
They don’t care anymore

And as for me I can sit here and bide my time
I got nothing to lose if I speak my mind
I don’t care anymore
I don’t care no more

I don’t care what you say
We never played by the same rules anyway

I won’t be there anymore
Get out of my way
Let me by
I got better things to do with my time
I don’t care anymore
I don’t care anymore
I don’t care anymore
I don’t care anymore

Well, I don’t care now what you say
‘Cause every day I’m feeling fine with myself
And I don’t care now what you say
Hey, I’ll do alright by myself
‘Cause I don’t

‘Cause I remember all the times I tried so hard
And you laughed in my face ’cause you held the cards
I don’t care anymore

And I really ain’t bothered what you think of me
‘Cause all I want of you is just to let me be
I don’t care anymore
Do you hear, I don’t care no more

I don’t care what you say
I never did believe you much anyway

I won’t be there no more
So get out of my way
Let me by
I got better things to do with my time
I don’t care anymore
Do you hear, I don’t care anymore
I don’t care no more
You listening? I don’t care no more
No more

Oh yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah

You know I don’t care no more
Don’t care no more
No more, no more, no more
Don’t care no more
No more, no more

No more, no more
No more, no more
No more, no more
No more, no more
No more, no more

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Phillip David Charles Collins

I Don’t Care Anymore lyrics © Philip Collins Ltd

A Hollow Shell

Published July 18, 2024 by tindertender

An unseen karmic male, “She’s a peasant?!”

And she said, “You don’t have a clue what it means to be a peasant. My essence has been merged with the vitality of the entire planetary system and all life upon it. I am wealthier than you could ever dream of! You hollow shell, surrounding yourself with ‘things’ and ‘degrees’ calling yourself a success … You are the true peasant.”

https://fineartamerica.com/featured/is-ego-just-an-empty-shell-tanni-koens.html

Strength and Vulnerability

Published June 27, 2024 by tindertender

Some present their strength to the world while hiding their vulnerability.

Some present their vulnerability to the world while hiding their strength.

These are two very different operating systems.

This isn’t to say the vulnerable are incapable.

If anything, they are more prone to learning and expanding than some who present as tho they are at peak.

It’s a curious thing.

These two approaches to living.

Joan of Arc

Published June 25, 2024 by tindertender

She was truthful when lying was the common speech of men; she was honest when honest was become a lost virtue; she was a keeper of promises when the keeping of a promise was expected of no one; … she was full of pity when a merciless cruelty was the rule; she was steadfast when stability was unknown, and honorable in an age which had forgotten what honor was; she was a rock of convictions in a time when men believed in nothing and scoffed at all things; she was unfailingly true in an age that was false to the core; she was of a dauntless courage when hope and courage had perished in the hearts of her nation.

— Mark Twain, Joan of Arc

Tried Their Best to Bury the Mother

Published June 20, 2024 by tindertender

Prostituted her daughters. Raped her sons.

Enslaved the Mothers, demasculated the Fathers, or flipped them thru ritual abuse.

Shift Opportunity

Published June 19, 2024 by tindertender

Ana’s experience here is exactly why I present myself so authentically and transparently. Looking for those who are in resonance. Can’t find them if I’m hiding!

@anacoeurparis

Do you shy away from showing others your intuitive/psychic abilities? I was just telling someone today that I like to mess with 3D people. One time someone from work complained to me that they don’t like so-and-so. I said, “Well, that’s because he’s not human. He’s an ET.” They went 😳❓

Then recently someone from work called to talk to me about the eclipse and I started telling him how the energy of the moon is filthy because of ET interferences and black magic. He went 🥴🥴⁉️⁉️

😂

One time I told a colleague that a client was going to award us with 13 new projects. When it actually happened a few weeks later, I showed the manager my Teams message where I had sent this to our colleague, and his jaw dropped. I told him I saw it in my crystal ball.

😂

And you know what? When I do this, a lot of times, people will say what I didn’t expect. They will start to tell me about their NDEs or encounters with ETs or prophetic dreams. This is how I’ve been able to discover people who know stuff among a sea of people who only appear to not know stuff. They don’t talk about it because they have no one to talk to about it. Until I say something weird, then, voilà.

Pioneers make the first move. 🥰

If we spiritual folks say we are the pioneers that we are, then we just lead the way, and it doesn’t have to be serious. It can be full of laughs and fun 🥳

Leviathan

Published June 8, 2024 by tindertender

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leviathan

NPC Infiltration

Published June 6, 2024 by tindertender

This reads like science fiction, but if you are ready, it’s the direct truth.

It’s OK, we, in part, helped to design this system.

But if we play into it more, it will diminish our mind’s ability to make sense of reality and society.

This society is ran on a kind of informational track or script and there are a majority presence here that does not think on their own, but thinks as an extension of that overall track or script.

You are different if you can ask yourself why you are not like them. (@TellisAug693)

A world where the most insidious, human-looking parasites have infiltrated society. Their presence is ubiquitous, yet barely noticed. They are the NPCs, non-player characters, whose ratio to actual humans is staggering: 1 to 5,555. Given this ratio, in a perceived population of 8 billion, there are only about 144,000 true humans. 8 billion illusionary, 800 million NPC.

These parasites are not creators; they produce nothing of value. Their sole function is to serve the Hive, a massive, invisible machine dedicated to control and extraction. At the apex of this parasitic structure is the Taxman – the ultimate leech. Propped up by military force, political maneuvering, and legal frameworks, the Taxman is a master of theft, taking without producing.

But the Taxman does not operate alone. The tax consultant, a supposed ally to the common person, is just another cog in the machine. This symbiotic relationship between Taxman and tax consultant ensures that the extraction appears justified. While the consultant pretends to save you money, they actually ensure you pay both the Taxman and themselves. This is the two-faced nature of the parasite – feeding off the same host from both sides.

The Hive’s infiltration is subtle, like a virus spreading through an organism. NPCs, controlled by an unseen algorithm, execute their roles without deviation. They form the backbone of various institutions – banks, insurance companies, financial firms -that create nothing but manipulate everything. These entities trade in a single commodity: human labor and life.

Money, in this system, is a mere illusion. It’s a slave certificate, a symbol of control rather than true wealth. Its value is subject to political whims and economic maneuvers, making it a tool of oppression rather than freedom. Inflation, deflation, and market crashes are engineered events, designed to tighten the Hive’s grip on the populace.

Lenders and financiers are another breed of these parasites. They lure you into debt with the promise of prosperity, only to bind you with invisible chains of interest and repayment. They are the overseers, wielding whips of financial obligation, ensuring you remain a slave to the system. Every loan, every mortgage, every credit card is a trap, set to extract your life’s energy under the guise of helping you achieve your dreams.

As humanity edges towards an awakening, the NPCs are desperate to maintain control. They plot a reset – a cataclysmic event aimed at wiping out most of the human population. The survivors, primarily children, would be indoctrinated into a new, even more controlled world order.

History offers a precedent in the enigmatic case of Tartaria. Post-cataclysm, adults were eradicated, leaving only children who were funneled into orphanages, much like the tale of Oliver Twist. These orphans were the raw material for the Hive’s new order. Subsequent world wars further solidified this control, creating a perpetual cycle of destruction and rebirth under the parasitic system.

In this gritty, rugged reality, the parasites’ true aim is clear: complete domination over human life and labor. They are NPCs, mere shells operating under an algorithm, extracting value and perpetuating control. The challenge for the remaining humans is to recognize these patterns, to fight against the layers of deception and exploitation, and to reclaim their autonomy from a Hive that seeks to enslave them eternally.

The parasites use elaborate tactics to divert attention and give the impression they are on your side. The legal system presents itself as a bastion of justice, while lawyers and politicians manipulate laws to benefit the Hive. Financial advisors appear to offer guidance but ultimately lead you deeper into the labyrinth of debt and dependence. These roles are carefully crafted to maintain the illusion of choice and autonomy, masking the true nature of the parasitic control.

Freedom is coming soon. (@SiriusBShaman)