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Black Elk Speaks: Visions of the Other World

Cultural Extremists
On the 'Nican Tlaca' Enigma
The Myth of the Vanishing Race
The Mestizo Concept: A Product of European Imperialism
El concepto de indio en América
OBITUARIES: G. Tantaquidgeon, 106
Christopher Columbus - on trial
Charioteer of the Gods/ Alien Versus Predator
The International Jew
On The Jewish Question
Anthropophagy: TRUE CANNIBALISM!
On Human Sacrifice
Sacrificios Humanos entre los Mexicas, Realidad o Fantasia?
Sacrificios Humanos
Death Be Not Strange
Jack D. Forbes: Eurocentric Concepts Harm Native People and What Do We Mean By America and American
Contra la deformación histórica-cultural
Nuestra Cultura Indígena
On the Spanish Catholic Inquisition
Myths of the Spaniards and Puritans
On the behavior of the Europeans toward the Native Americans
The Role of Disease in 'Conquest'
Germs, Plagues, Famine, Invasion, Friars, And Native Allies!
"Religious Aspects of the Conquest of Mexico"
There is no word for 'Devil' in the Nahuatl Language
Origins of First Americans Research
Links to Further research On the Origins of the First Americans
The Finding and Founding of Tenochtitlan
Attack on the Copernican Theory
Of the basis which the Indians have for worshipping the sun
ADDENDUM II: The Florentine Codex
Rabinal Achi: Act Four--Inside the Fortress
Cultural Visibility and the Cora
Los Voladores and the Return of the Ancestors
War Songs of the Tenochka
Cantares Mexicanos
Viva Mi General Francisco Villa!
In Spirit of Agustin Lorenzo
Corridos y Canciones del Pueblo
Poems & Speeches & Prayers & the Enemy Invasion
Second Chapter, Which Telleth of the Moon
Men Who Became Gods!
The Mexica or Mexiti
In Ixiptla In Teteo!
Teotecpillatolli: Noble Sacred Speech
Nahua Invocations
Cuento: La llorona
Puerta del Diablo: El Salvador
Moctezuma el Magnifico y la Invasion de Anahuak
In Blood and Fire!!
Excerpts of the Geneva Protocols
Amendment V, and The Universal Declaration of Human Rights, Article 18
Paper Wars
The Defense of Duffer's Drift
The Battle of the Bulge
Truth and Falsehood in War-Time
The Bryce Report
Sun Tzu: Arte de Guerra
Sun Tzu: On Spies
We Believe and Profess
Mushashi: Cinco Anillos
Sixth Chapter, which telleth of the men, the valiant men
Seeds of Revolt in the Americas: Synopsis
'Jihad Against Jews and Crusaders' & 'License To Kill'
Jose Ortega Y Gasset: On Plato's 'Republic' and On Forms of Government
Thomas Paine (17371809). Common Sense. 1776 [Excerpts]
Against Exploiters of Lakota Spirituality
Introduction to Deloria's "We Talk, You Listen"
My Tayta Jose Maria and the Indian aspect of the Peruvian Revolution
Philip Deere, Longest Walk speech
Bacbi'awak: 'Made To Die'
Born Gods!
Prologue: "The Stars We Know: Crow Indian Astronomy and Life-ways"
Black Elk Speaks: Visions of the Other World
Miantinomo, Acuera, and Tecumseh, Hatuey Speaks
Chief Seattle Speaks
Chief Red Cloud Speaks
Hopi: A Message for All People
On Judeo-Christianity
"LET'S MAKE A SLAVE" by Willie Lynch
On Slavery
On Indian Casinos
¿Quién Gobierna el Mundo?
Frida Kahlo is Not Our Hero!
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Visions of the Other World

So I dressed myself in a sacred manner, and before the dance began
next morning I went among the people who were standing around the
withered tree. Good Thunder, who was a relative of my father and
later married my mother, put his arms around me and took me to the
sacred tree that had not bloomed, and there he offered up a prayer
for me. He said: "Father, Great Spirit, behold this boy! Your ways he shall see!" Then he began to cry.

I thought of my father and my brother and sister who had left us,
and I could not keep the tears from running out of my eyes. I raised my face up to keep them back, but they came out just the same. I cried with my whole heart, and while I cried I thought of my people in despair. I thought of my vision, and how it was promised me that my people should have a place in this earth where they could be happy every day. I thought of them on the wrong road now, but maybe they could be brought back into the hoop again and to the good road.

Under the tree that never bloomed I stood and cried because it
had withered away. With tears on my face I asked the Great Spirit to give it life and leaves and singing birds, as in my vision.
Then there came a strong shivering all over my body, and I knew
that the power was in me.

Good Thunder now took one of my arms, Kicking Bear the other, and
we began to dance. The song we sang was like this:

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"Who do you think he is that comes?
It is one who seeks his mother!"

It was what the dead would sing when entering the other world and
looking for their relatives who had gone there before them.
As I danced, with Good Thunder and Kicking Bear holding my arms
between them, I had the queer feeling that I knew and I seemed to be lifted clear off the ground. I did not have a vision all that first day. That night I thought about the other world and that the Wanekia himself was with my people there and maybe the holy tree of my vision was really blooming yonder right then, and that it was there my vision had already come true. From the center of the earth I had been shown all good and beautiful things in a great circle of peace, and maybe this land of my vision was where all my people were going, and there they would live and prosper where no Wasichus were or could ever be.

Before we started dancing next day, Kicking Bear offered a
prayer, saying: "Father, Great Spirit, behold these people! They
shall go forth to-day to see their relatives, and yonder they shall
be happy, day after day, and their happiness will not end."
Then we began dancing, and most of the people wailed and cried as
they danced, holding hands in a circle; but some of them laughed with happiness. Now and then some one would fall down like dead, and others would go staggering around and panting before they would fall.

While they were lying there like dead they were having visions, and
we kept on dancing and singing, and many were crying for the old way of living and that the old religion might be with them again.
After awhile I began to feel very queer. First, my legs seemed to
be full of ants. I was dancing with my eyes closed, as the others did.

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Suddenly it seemed that I was swinging off the ground and not
touching it any longer. The queer feeling came up from my legs and
was in my heart now. It seemed I would glide forward like a swing,
and then glide back again in longer and longer swoops. There was no
fear with this, just a growing happiness.

I must have fallen down, but I felt as though I had fallen off a
swing when it was going forward, and I was floating head first
through the air. My arms were stretched out, and all I saw at first
was a single eagle feather right in front of me. Then the feather was a spotted eagle dancing on ahead of me with his wings fluttering, and he was making the shrill whistle that is his. My body did not move at all, but I looked ahead and floated fast toward where I looked.

There was a ridge right in front of me, and I thought I was going
to run into it, but I went right over it. On the other side of the
ridge I could see a beautiful land where many, many people were
camping in a great circle. I could see that they were happy and had
plenty. Everywhere there were drying racks full of meat. The air was clear and beautiful with a living light that was everywhere. All around the circle, feeding on the green, green grass, were fat and happy horses; and animals of all kinds were scattered all over the green hills, and singing hunters were returning with their meat.

I floated over the tepees and began to come down feet first at
the center of the hoop where I could see a beautiful tree all green
and full of flowers. When I touched the ground, two men were coming
toward me, and they wore holy shirts made and painted in a certain
way. They came to me and said: "It is not yet time to see your
father, who is happy. You have work to do. We will give you something that you shall carry back to your people, and with it they shall come to see their loved ones."

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I knew it was the way their holy shirts were made that they
wanted me to take back. They told me to return at once, and then I
was out in the air again, floating fast as before. When I came right over the dancing place, the people were still dancing, but it seemed they were not making any sound. I had hoped to see the withered tree in bloom, but it was dead.

Then I fell back into my body, and as I did this I heard voices
all around and above me, and I was sitting on the ground. Many were
crowding around, asking me what vision I had seen. I told them just
what I had seen, and what I brought back was the memory of the holy
shirts the two men wore.

That evening some of us got together at Big Road's tepee and
decided to use the ghost shirts I had seen. So the next day I made
ghost shirts all day long and painted them in the sacred manner of my vision. As I made these shirts, I thought how in my vision everything was like old times and the tree was flowering, but when I came back the tree was dead. And I thought that if this world would do as the vision teaches, the tree could bloom here too.

I made the first shirt for Afraid-of-Hawk and the second for the
son of Big Road.

In the evening I made a sacred stick like that I had seen in my
first vision and painted it red with the sacred paint of the Wanekia.

On the top of it I tied one eagle feather, and this I carried in the dance after that, wearing the holy shirt as I had seen it.
Because of my vision and the power they knew I had, I was asked
to lead the dance next morning. We all stood in a straight line,
facing the west, and I prayed: "Father, Great Spirit, behold me! The nation that I have is in despair. The new earth you promised you have shown me. Let my nation also behold it."

After the prayer we stood with our right hands raised to the west, and we all began to weep, and right there, as they wept, some
of them fainted before the dance began.

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As we were dancing I had the same queer feeling I had before, as
though my feet were off the earth and swinging. Kicking Bear and Good Thunder were holding my arms. Afterwhile it seemed they let go of me, and once more I floated head first, face down, with arms extended, and the spotted eagle was dancing there ahead of me again, and I could hear his shrill whistle and his scream.
I saw the ridge again, and as I neared it there was a deep,
rumbling sound, and out of it there leaped a flame. But I glided
right over it. There were six villages ahead of me in the beautiful
land that was all clear and green in living light. Over these in turn I glided, coming down on the south side of the sixth village. And as I touched the ground, twelve men were coming towards me, and they said: "Our Father, the two-legged chief, you shall see!"
Then they led me to the center of the circle where once more I
saw the holy tree all full of leaves and blooming.
But that was not all I saw. Against the tree there was a man
standing with arms held wide in front of him. I looked hard at him,
and I could not tell what people he came from. He was not a Wasichu
and he was not an Indian. His hair was long and hanging loose, and on the left side of his head he wore an eagle feather. His body was
strong and good to see, and it was painted red. I tried to recognize him, but I could not make him out. He was a very fine-looking man.

While I was staring hard at him, his body began to change and became very beautiful with all colors of light, and around him there was light. He spoke like singing: "My life is such that all earthly beings and growing things belong to me. Your father, the Great Spirit, has said this. You too must say this."

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Then he went out like a light in a wind. The twelve men who were there spoke: "Behold them! Your nation's life shall be such!"
I saw again how beautiful the day was — the sky all blue and full
of yellow light above the greening earth. And I saw that all the
people were beautiful and young. There were no old ones there, nor
children either — just people of about one age, and beautiful.
Then there were twelve women who stood in front of me and
spoke: "Behold them! Their way of life you shall take back to earth."

When they had spoken, I heard singing in the west, and I learned the song I heard. Then one of the twelve men took two sticks, one painted white and one red, and, thrusting them in the ground, he said: "Take these! You shall depend upon them. Make haste!"
I started to walk, and it seemed as though a strong wind went
under me and picked me up. I was in the air, with outstretched arms, and floating fast. There was a fearful dark river that I had to go over, and I was afraid. It rushed and roared and was full of angry foam. Then I looked down and saw many men and women who were trying to cross the dark and fearful river, but they could not. Weeping, they looked up to me and cried: "Help us!" But I could not stop gliding, for it was as though a great wind were under me.
Then I saw my earthly people again at the dancing place, and fell
back into my body lying there. And I was sitting up, and people were crowding around me to ask what vision I had seen.
I told my vision through songs, and the older men explained them
to the others. I sang a song, the words of which were those the
Wanekia spoke under the flowering tree, and the air of it was that
which I heard in the West after the twelve women had spoken.

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I sang it four times, and the fourth time all the people began
to weep together because the Wasichus had taken the beautiful world
away from us.

I thought and thought about this vision. The six villages seemed
to represent the Six Grandfathers that I had seen long ago in the
Flaming Rainbow Tepee, and I had gone to the sixth village, which was for the Sixth Grandfather, the Spirit of the Earth, because I was to stand for him in the world. I wondered if the Wanekia might be the red man of my great vision, who turned into a bison, and then into the four-rayed herb, the daybreak-star herb of understanding. I thought the twelve men and twelve women were for the moons of the year.

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