Post by blackcrowheart on Mar 4, 2007 21:53:04 GMT -5
Little People Who Wore White - Cherokee
This is a story past down through the Chiltoskey family and written down by Goingbacks' wife, Mary Ulmer Chiltoskey.
"The eastern sky brightened, turning pink with morning. The prayers were completed and everyone was in greetings. Someone called attention to the beautiful lights coming toward them in a distance. A gust of wind swept through the forest preceding the hoot of an owl over the river. They stood awe struck as the Little-People-Who-Wore-White took form from the lights. When the Little-People-Who-Wore-White arrived, sadness surrounded them in such a way that they did not talk. They kept their heads down in sorrow and stayed to themselves. Soon the gathering could feel all of nature being affected by this sadness. The Cherokees did not have much to say to one another.
There was an old Cherokee man who had been meeting the Little-People-Who-Wore-White longer than anyone else present. He made his way where they were and waited to be noticed. One of the Little-People-Who-Wore-White left the others and took the man into the woods. They were gone for some time. When they returned, the old man began speaking to the crowd. He reminded them of a time about 33 years before. It was the same time the new star came in the east, and a special child was born across the ocean. He reviewed all the news they had heard of him, from time to time, while he was growing up. How this special boy had become a man and had taught a better way to live. He reminded the gathering of this man's visits,, through spirit, to tribes of this land.
The old man had returned the smiles to the Cherokees by talking about this man they had grown to love but had not seen. The Little-People-Who-Wore-White joined the old man and spoke, "This man who brought you the knowledge of the way of peace and harmony among yourselves and all things, this man whom everyone loves if they are willing to hear him, has enemies. The enemies refuse to hear his message. They refuse to see when he works the miracles before their own eyes. These enemies who love only their positions and pursuit of material wealth have conspired against him. Today, when the sky darkens they will have killed him in a strange and horrible way.' The Cherokees began to sing to this special man of peace as they watched the skies. They sang until the day became as dark as night. The nearby creatures of the woods came among them and shared the sorrow. All of nature grieved. The next day the Little-People-Who-Wore-White were still among those gathered. When the Cherokees were leaving to go back to their own villages they were told, "No one, if not the Great Spirit, could stop this tragic thing that has happened. Take what new teachings you have learned from Him and live them in His honor.'
This is a story past down through the Chiltoskey family and written down by Goingbacks' wife, Mary Ulmer Chiltoskey.
"The eastern sky brightened, turning pink with morning. The prayers were completed and everyone was in greetings. Someone called attention to the beautiful lights coming toward them in a distance. A gust of wind swept through the forest preceding the hoot of an owl over the river. They stood awe struck as the Little-People-Who-Wore-White took form from the lights. When the Little-People-Who-Wore-White arrived, sadness surrounded them in such a way that they did not talk. They kept their heads down in sorrow and stayed to themselves. Soon the gathering could feel all of nature being affected by this sadness. The Cherokees did not have much to say to one another.
There was an old Cherokee man who had been meeting the Little-People-Who-Wore-White longer than anyone else present. He made his way where they were and waited to be noticed. One of the Little-People-Who-Wore-White left the others and took the man into the woods. They were gone for some time. When they returned, the old man began speaking to the crowd. He reminded them of a time about 33 years before. It was the same time the new star came in the east, and a special child was born across the ocean. He reviewed all the news they had heard of him, from time to time, while he was growing up. How this special boy had become a man and had taught a better way to live. He reminded the gathering of this man's visits,, through spirit, to tribes of this land.
The old man had returned the smiles to the Cherokees by talking about this man they had grown to love but had not seen. The Little-People-Who-Wore-White joined the old man and spoke, "This man who brought you the knowledge of the way of peace and harmony among yourselves and all things, this man whom everyone loves if they are willing to hear him, has enemies. The enemies refuse to hear his message. They refuse to see when he works the miracles before their own eyes. These enemies who love only their positions and pursuit of material wealth have conspired against him. Today, when the sky darkens they will have killed him in a strange and horrible way.' The Cherokees began to sing to this special man of peace as they watched the skies. They sang until the day became as dark as night. The nearby creatures of the woods came among them and shared the sorrow. All of nature grieved. The next day the Little-People-Who-Wore-White were still among those gathered. When the Cherokees were leaving to go back to their own villages they were told, "No one, if not the Great Spirit, could stop this tragic thing that has happened. Take what new teachings you have learned from Him and live them in His honor.'