In Perfect Alignment with the Stars - Leah Solo
❝ When you open your eyes and see the stars, they will whisper my secrets to you.❞
-Mother Earth
Eternally there are stories. Those which teach us and help us to grow. You may have heard over your years of living, that behind every woman who is known, there is also an unknown fable. These women may live next door to you, or they may have passed before you were even born. But there will always be a tail that will be shared whenever their names are brought up in the minds of those who are left behind.
My story maybe one that is shared for a year or two, or I may be forgotten as soon as death wraps me into its arms, and the spirits of our ancestors welcome me to their realm. When my fire goes out.. my name may become lost. But I know that the stars will still show my path, and the spirits will sing of my journey. You will need to listen, to seek my truth, to question my existence. And when you do, I will help guide you.
The Stories in the Stars.
‘Are you no longer wishing to ask any questions of us?’ He sat in his human spirit form tonight before me, and not that of his giant midnight blue wolf.
“Are you going to answer them?” my eyebrow raised at the soft chuckle and the smile he gave me as his reply. “So, them what is the point of me coming here?” I crossed my arms, even if I knew it didn’t give as much of a dramatic effect in the spirit world without my body and skin.
‘That is for you to tell us. Itsula nudvnelv nasgi nigesvna uyanvdv nihi wagalisv ayoli aquatseli atsvsdv!’
( We did not call you tonight, stubborn child of our light! )
“Yeah, well… I’m not letting you off the hook.” I fell back into the tree, passing through it before sitting back up again.
‘You are bodyless ayoli saquu ( young one ), be careful.’ He wasn’t even hiding his laughter now.
“I knew that.” I did. I just sometimes had a habit of forgetting when trying to make a point with him. The wind whipped up around me and smacked me on the back of my head. “Ouch! Hey!” It didn’t hurt, but I did feel it.
‘I am still your ancestor. I know what you are thinking, even if you are not saying it aloud.’
Spirits! I knew this to be true. He always read me like an open book. I had come to the decision, it had to be his stalking skills. ‘Now ask what it is that you want to know.’ This time his voice had some depth of thought in it.
For once there was something I knew that I wanted to hear about again. It was by the re-telling of stories that our past become known, and someday I knew that I too would have to become the voice of our past for our future generations to succeed.
“I want to learn of Mother Earth’s sacrifice. She is the one that is always silent, and yet she carries the most weight of us all.”
His eyes turned from the yellow that broke through the dead of night, to a brilliant light brown, with specks of gold, a colour to match mine when the sun shone on it in the early hours of the bright mornings.
‘Mother of all mothers, the one who gave herself over so that we could grow and become strong. She is…. Formidable. However, you know of her tale. I have told you it before.’
“I know, but… I want to hear it again.” I told him. Each time #TheGreatWolf told me a story, I still found a new lesson from it.
‘Unitsi Elohi…’ ( Mother Earth… ) He began.
The flames of the fire before us came to life, they reached up high towards the sky. I saw the stars come to greet them, welcome them with open arms to share the knowledge they kept safely guarded until it was required.
When the story began the flames before me inaugurated to take shape, their forms mirroring the words of #TheGreatWolf’s story. Shining bright for us to see them come to life.
‘The earth is our mother, and on her bosom we shall repose. To understand her story, you must travel long ago before we even existed. To a time when The Creator sat alone in darkness thinking, and with his thoughts he formed Mother Earth.
He covered her with plants and trees, birds, and animals, and many crawling insects, but He became lonely. So, from the soil of the Earth he formed two companions, a man, and a woman. This is how Earth became the Mother of our people.
Upon creating the two beings, The Creator knew they would require assistance. So, beside the man he placed a bow and arrow, and a fish line. This was to show that the man was to be the protector and provider of food from Mother Earth and the Spirits of the sea.
Beside the woman he placed a birch bark basket filled with seeds and a dagger. The basket and seeds represented the natural resources given to our people from the earth herself. And the dagger a symbol to show that the woman will be given the power to protect too.
Then the Creator blew life into the woman first. Only when she was filled with the spirit of Mother Earth, did he blow life into the man.
When he blew life into the woman, and she arose, she picked up the dagger first. Showing the Creator that he did not make a mistake. She would not be a burden on Mother Earth, that she would protect all that is important. Then she gathered the birch bark basket full of seeds, showing that she would grow and provide.
When the Creator blew life into the man, the man picked up the fish lining, and then bow and arrow, accepting his responsibility to protect and provide food.
However, the Creator wouldn’t allow them to leave before agreeing to one rule. "You are to take care of Mother Earth, and in return she will take care of you. Don't become greedy. Only take what you need and remember to thank her before you take."
The man and the woman lived their life and grew their family. They taught the one rule to their descendants. However, as time passed by, the story and the rule became forgotten.’
This was the part of the story that always frustrated me. “How we always forget to give thanks to the ones who are silent.” I growled. #TheGreatWolf nodded in agreement.
‘How does it make you feel?’ He asked without glancing to me.
“The way Mother Earth gave all she is to them, and in time they just lost themselves and their knowledge… frustrated.” He knew I wouldn’t lie.
‘This is why we tell stories; this is why our people share. Without these words, we will forget where we came from, and where we will end our journey.’
His voice came across soft, sweet, and melodious… The echo of a tribes vocals rang all around us, while the flames danced in step with the words he sang.
‘The earth is our mother,
we must take care of her.
Hey yanna, ho yanna, hey yan yan.
Her sacred ground we walk upon,
with every step we take.
The earth is our mother,
she will take care of us.’
The flames came back down when the stars let them go, the sparks of light dying down towards the earth, a sign of respect for the story that had just been told.
Mother Earth had shared her secret with us, and she knew that this tale would not end it’s life here. It would be retold to many more generations to come.
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