The Soul of the Indian (Charles Alexander Eastman, Ohiyesa)

While I was travelling to Death Valley in the summer of 2018, I had the pleasure of exploring Mesa Verde, Colorado. At the gift shop my eye was caught by the title of this book, Soul of the Indian by Charles Alexander Eastman (Ohiyesa).

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It is a 45 page book that has transformed my life, with its views on Native spirituality I felt closer to my people than I have in a long time. It was like something was missing from me and this book has helped me on my path to the Great Mystery.

Dr. Eastman was the only doctor available to the victims of Wounded Knee in December 1890.  http://plainshumanities.unl.edu/encyclopedia/doc/egp.war.056

Here I have transcribed the pieces that touched me most.

Tiniki, miigwetch, thank you.

The Soul of the Indian, Charles Alexander Eastman (Ohiyesa), Dover Publications, 1911, 2003

After Dartmouth he went through Boston University Medical School, where his fellow class members elected him to deliver the oration during their graduation in June 1890. Later that year Dr. Eastman got his first job: physician for the Indian Agency at Pine Ridge, South Dakota.

At Pine Ridge, (where he became known as the “white doctor who is an Indian”) two life-altering events occurred. The first was meeting the woman who destined to become his wife-Elaine Goodale, a white Massachusetts woman (newly appointed as supervisor of Indian Education for the Dakotas) who had learned to speak the Lakota language (somewhat different from the Dakota Ohiyesa spoke) and who had written intelligently on Indian education. The second was Wounded Knee. Pg. vi and vii

Although Eastman had adopted many of the white man’s ways, this bitter sight destroyed any hope that those ways might be superior to those of his own people. “It took all my nerve to keep my composure in the face of this spectacle,” he later wrote, “and of the excitement and grief of my Indian companions, nearly every one of them was crying aloud or singing his death song.”

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The religion of the Indian is the last thing about him that the man of another race will ever understand. Pg xv.

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The original attitude of the American Indian toward the Eternal, the “Great Mystery” that surrounds and embraces us, was as simple as it was exalted. To him it was the supreme conception, bringing with it the fullest measure of joy and satisfaction possible in this life.

The worship of the “Great Mystery” was silent, solitary, free from all self-seeking. It was silent, because all speech is of necessity feeble and imperfect, therefore the souls of my ancestors ascended to God in wordless adoration. Pg.1

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All who have lived much out of doors know that there is a magnetic and nervous force that accumulates in solitude and that is quickly dissipated by life in a crowd; even his enemies have recognized the fact that for a certain innate power and self-poise, wholly independent of circumstances, the American Indian is unsurpassed among men. Pg. 3

There was no religious ceremony connected with marriage among us, while on the other hand the relation between man and woman was regarded as in itself mysterious and holy. It appears that where marriage is solemnized by the church and bless by the priest, it may at the same time be surrounded with customs and idea of a frivolous, superficial, and even prurient character. We believed that two who love should be united in secret, before the public acknowledgment of their union, and should taste their apotheosis alone with nature. The betrothal might or might not be discussed and approved by the parents, but in either case it was customary for the young pair to disappear into wilderness, there to pass some days, or weeks in perfect seclusion and dual solitude, afterward returning to the village as man and wife. Pg. 10

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In the life of the Indian where was only one inevitable duty, – the duty of prayer-the daily recognition of the Unseen and Eternal. His daily devotions were more necessity to him than daily food. He wakes at daybreak puts on his moccasins and steps down to the water’s edge. Here he throws handfuls of clear, cold water into his face, or plunges in bodily. After the bath, he stands erect before the advancing dawn, facing the sun as it dances upon the horizon, and offers his unspoken orison. His mate may precede or follow him in his devotions, but never accompanies him. Each soul must meet the morning sun, the new, sweet earth, and the Great Silence alone! Pg. 12

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The legend tells us that when fall came, the First-Born advised his younger brother to make for himself a warm tent of buffalo skins, and to store up much food. No sooner has he done this that it began to snow, and the snow fell steadily during many moons. The Little Boy Man made for himself snow-shoes, and was thus enabled to hunt easily, while the animals fled from him with difficulty. Finally wolves, foxes, and ravens came to his door to beg for food, and he helped them, but many of the fiercer wild animals died of cold and starvation.

One day, when the hungry ones appeared, the snow was higher than the tops of the teepee poles, but the Little Boy Man’s fire kept a hole open and clear. Down the hole they peered, and lo! The man had rubbed ashes on his face by the advice of his Elder Brother, and they both lay silently and motionless on either side of the fire.

Then the fox barked and the raven cawed his signal to the wandering tribes, and they all rejoices and said: “Now they are both dying and dead, and we shall have no more trouble!” But the sun appeared, and a warm wind melted the snow-banks, so that the land was full of water. The young man and his Teacher made a birch-bark canoe, which floated upon the surface of the flood, which of the animals there were saved only a few, who had found a foothold upon the highest peaks.

The youth had now passed triumphantly through the various ordeals of his manhood. One day his Elder Brother spoke to him and said: “You have now conquered the animal people, and withstood the force of the elements. You have subdued the earth to your will, and still you are alone! It is time to go forth and find a woman whom you can love, and by whose help you may reproduce your kind.”

“But how am I to do this?” replied the first man, who was only an inexperienced boy. “I am here alone, as you say, and I know not where to find a woman or a mate!”

“Go forth and seek her,” replied the Great Teacher; and forth with the youth set on his wanderings in search of a wife. He had no idea how to make love, so that the first courtship was done by the pretty and coquettish maidens of the Bird, Beaver, and Bear tribes. There are some touching and whimsical love stories which the rich imagination of the Indian has woven into the old legend.

It is said, for example, that at his first map he had built for himself a lodge of green boughs in the midst of the forest, and that there his reverie was interrupted by a voice from the wilderness-a voice that was irresistibly and profoundly sweet. In some mysterious way, the soul of the young man was touched as it had never been before, for this call of exquisite tenderness and allurement was the voice of the eternal woman! Pg. 35-36

Giving themselves up wholly to their grief, they are no longer concerned about any earthly possession, and often give away all that they have to the first comers, even to their beds and their home. Finally, the wailing for the dead is continued night and day to the point of utter voicelessness, a musical, weird, and heart-piercing sound, which has been compared to the “keening” of the Celtic mourner.

The old-time burial of the Plains Indian was upon a scaffold of poles, or a platform among the boughs of a tree-their only means of placing the body out of wild beasts, as they had no implements with which to dig a suitable grave. It was prepared by dressing in the finest clothes, together with some personal possessions and ornaments, wrapped in several robes, and finally in a secure covering of raw-hide. As a special mark of respect, the body of a young woman or warrior was sometimes laid out in state in a new teepee, with the usual household articles and even with a dish of food left beside it, not that they supposed the spirit could use the implements or eat the food, but merely as a last tribute. Then the whole people would break camp and depart to a distance, leaving the dead alone in honourable solitude.

There was no prescribed ceremony of burial, though the body was carried out with more or less solemnity by selected young men and sometimes noted warriors were the pall-bearers of a man of distinction. It was usual to choose a prominent hill with a commanding outlook for the last resting place of our dead. If a man were slain in battle, it was an old custom the place his body against a tree or rock in a sitting position, always facing the enemy, to indicate his undaunted defiance and bravery, even in death.

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I recall a touching custom among us, which was designed to keep the memory of the departed near and warm in the bereaved household. .A lock of hair of the beloved was wrapped in pretty clothing, such as it was supposed that he or she would like to wear if living. This “spirit bundle,” as it was called, was suspended from a tripod, and occupied a certain place in the lodge which was the place of honour. At every meal time, a dish of food was placed under it, and some person of the same sex and age as the one who as gone must afterward be invited to partake of the food, At the end of a year from the time of death, the relatives made a public feast and gave away the clothing and gifts, while the lock of hair was interred with ceremonies. Pg. 40-41

Many Indians believed that one may be born more than once, and there were some who claimed to have full knowledge of a former incarnation. There were also those who held converse with a “twin spirit”, who had been born with another tribe or race.

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There was a well-known Sioux prophet who lived in the middle of the last century, so that he is still remembered by the old men of his band. After he had reached middle age, he declared he had a spirit brother among the Ojibways, the ancestral enemies of the Sioux. He even named the band to which his brother belonged, and said that he also was a war-prophet among his people.

Upon one of their hunts along the border between the two tribes, the Sioux leader one evening called his warrior together, and solemnly declared to them that they were about to meet a like band of Ojibway hunters, led by his spirit twin. Since this was to be their first meeting since they were born as strangers, he earnestly begged the young men to resist the temptation to join battle with their tribal foes.

“You will know him at once,” the prophet said to them, “for he will not only look like me in face and form, but he will display the same totem, and even sing my war songs!”

They sent out scouts, who soon returned with news of the approaching party. Then the leading men started with their peace-pipe for the Ojibway camp, and when they were near at hand they fired three distinct volleys, a signal for their desire for a peaceful meeting.

The response came in like manner, and they entered the camp, with the peace-pipe in the hands of the prophet.

Lo, the stranger prophet advanced to meet them, and the people were greatly struck with the resemblance between the two men, who met and embraced one another with unusual fervor.

It was quickly agreed by both parties that they should camp together for several days, and one evening the Sioux made a “warriors feast” to which they invited many of the Ojibway. The prophet asked his twin brother to song one of his sacred songs, and behold! It was the very song he himself was wont to sing. This proved to the warriors beyond doubt or cavil the claims of the seer. Pg. 44-45

 

Glyphs and Glimpses of Razing the Dead with Byron (2)

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Glyphs and Glimpses of Razing the Dead with Byron (1)

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Whitewolf Visions: Book II Razing the Dead with Byron (Chapter Excerpt 4 of 4)

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Buddha and the Oak Tree

What we in the west call Chinese Lunar New Year is called the Ganzhi calendar. This calendar commemorates Buddha’s enlightenment beside an oak tree and the 12 animals who accepted the invitation to his kingdom to celebrate. Each of these animals was honoured every 12 years with a new year dedicated to them; the order given was according to arrival.

Across a river the Ox carried the Rat who leapt to land when it was close enough, racing to reach Buddha first, and thus given first position in the calendar. (See below)

This calendar is lunar (our 365 calendar is solar) and renews every 60 years, giving each of the 12 animals a turn (one year) in each of the five elements. (12 x 5 = 60)

The five elements with which life is created and destroyed are: Wood, Fire, Earth, Metal, and Water.

1984, Year of the Wood Rat, was the beginning of the 78th cycle of 60-year movements.

The order of animal below is according to arrival and element; coincidentally, we are entering the visionary 2020 Year of the Metal Rat where everything began and begins again, from the year, the animal, and element.

Using my interpretation of how to use the Chinese system of astrology I began combing through the years of the Dragon.

Narrowing in, I am a year, 1976, Year of the Fire Dragon, a twin born on the 11th day of the 6th month of a leap year making it the 163rd day.

Refocusing on myself…

I am 39 years of age as of 12:04 p.m., June 11, 2015. Counting back 39 years to 1976, and 39 years every previous revolution until I came to a halt:

1) 1937, 2) 1898, 3) 1859, 4) 1820, 5) 1781, 6) 1742, 7) 1703, 8) 1664, 9) 1625, 10) 1586, 11) 1547, 12) 1508, 13) 1469, 14) 1430, 15) 1391, 16) 1352, 17) 1313, 18) 1274….and when I keep subtracting 39 I will get to 65, 26, and -13.

Since I began this book I have been taking paths that led everywhere and nowhere…but the paths always lead me back to Byron, the numbers 1247 and sometimes 9, and the path of these two beings of the Madrid Codex. The Monkey and his Dragon…I will name her Hydrenchia right now.

There once was a woman, female, femme with the soul of a dragon, her love was of the soul of a monkey, the funniest, the most loving and beautiful monkey man you could ever see. He set off for reasons I cannot think of right now, all we know is that is when the great divide happened.

They lost each other. It would be years, centuries, and millennia before he would find her again. I have found the line of reincarnation and light of my creators, my loves, myself, from the stars.

They did not come from Earth but they came in peace, harmony, and love. The First Woman was 26 and the First Man was 39 when they landed. She was 65 and he was 79 when they first expired on Earth; that was their first revolution together on Earth…together, 65 and 79 add up to 144…these are the long years.

She was 13, he 26, together 39, when they met on their home planet that would be the far off place we may never in our lifetimes see. Though we hear the call and we dream, create, write or sing with our inner song and fire, that spark and the root from where we came is not here…it is just not here.

Earth has become the ever living entity we need her to be, tectonic plates and all her palates. From the immortal blood, immortal souls, and immortal love of these two beings we rose.

The first time they came to Earth was on the light of the early morning sun during the Year of the Metal Monkey. Stretching far across the Universe, pole to pole, hand in hand.

Currently (2016), we are entering the Year of the Fire Monkey.

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Whitewolf Visions by Candalee Beatty

Book II: Razing the Dead with Byron

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46 pages, 14,625 words, 20 charts

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Here are a few more glimpses within Razing the Dead with Byron:

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(Chapter Excerpt 3 of 4) Whitewolf Visions: Book II Razing the Dead with Byron

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Presented here is the third of four chapters to be shared from Whitewolf Visions: Book II Razing the Dead with Byron.

There are only 46 pages to this 8.5 x 11″ book, with some chapters only a page in length, such as the one you are about to read.

This book series has been a true razing experience for me. In the beginning, it was the numbers and Lord Byron that pushed me to begin this series in 2015; and in the end, it was the numbers that I chose to lead the way.

I will begin sharing chapters of Whitewolf Visions: Book III The Serpents Tongue soon.

Thank you to everyone who is here reading this now, and thank you Lords for this beautiful complicated life.

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2016: Year of the Monkey

George Gordon Byron was born in 1788, as a Sheep at the cusp of the Year of the Earth Monkey, and died in 1824, Year of the Wood Monkey, Easter Sunday. If you subtract 12 years to the previous Monkey, as the Chinese system of astrology works, you will eventually pass the years 144 and 36, Byron died at 36.

Leaping into this leap year, leap day, and life with fervour and passion like no other, I looked at the year 144 and subtracted 60, the life cycle of Chinese astrology (there are 12 animals each with 5 turns in 60 years; 12 x 5 = 60). 144 subtract 60, to 84, 24, and -36 until we reach -2016 and so on.

Until now the number 144 meant nothing to me; a lot of the things in this book meant little to me, or so I ignorantly thought. I realize how very closed off to the world I was.

It is hard to see how closely related we are as humans, no matter our geographical locations or if we ever meet person to person. Circumstances and life make their own paths, ploughing through plans and dreams we’ve designed for ourselves.

When I finally read of the Baktun calendar, the 144,000 day period of the Maya, the numbers flashed before my eyes; I knew I had just seen those numbers. They were in the Good News Bible as part of The Revelation. Immediately I began calculating and numbering.

This will be explained later but right now it’s important to introduce because I am trying to nail down a publishing date, and lead to the explanation why I left this chapter the way it is. The calendars of the world don’t match up to those of the past. The stars and moon wobble and shine in the sky as we struggle with time and dates. I swing like a monkey through time, with the past dangling closely behind. What is meant to be is what will transpire, that is all I know about real time.

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Whitewolf Visions by Candalee Beatty

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Details: 8.5 x 11, full colour

46 pages, 14,625 words, 20 charts

ISBN: 978-0-9953047-7-2

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Book Details of Whitewolf Visions Books II, III, and IV

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Since May 24, 2015, I have been working on these three books, creating charts, and researching every mythological, and illogical numeric path.

On Monday, 11.25.2019, I released my little birds.

Whitewolf Visions by Candalee Beatty

Book II: Razing the Dead with Byron

Details: 8.5 x 11, full colour

46 pages, 14,625 words, 20 charts.

This is a numeric journey of reincarnation from the Northern Ontario woods to the light of the soul.

ISBN: 978-0-9953047-7-2

Book III: The Serpents Tongue

Details: 8.5 x 11, full colour

151 pages, 11,610 words, 150 charts

This is a book of words and numbers based on a 104 interval chart, guiding, and illuminating the celestial path from the cosmos to the organic beings you see in the mirror.

ISBN: 978-0-9953047-6-5

Book IV: Xolotl Presents the Book of Destiny and Fate

Details: 8.5 x 11, full colour

149 pages, 9079 words, 204 charts

From the stars we hail! The path is written in the oldest language and memory in the interstellar complex, numbers. This book is lit with supernovae and comets.

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144,000 Marches of Time – Chapter from Whitewolf Visions: Book II Razing the Dead with Byron

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Augusta Ada Byron. Countess of Lovelace, known as Ada Lovelace (Image from Google)

December 10, 1815 ~ November 27, 1852

An excerpt as promised in the last post.

144,000 Marches of Time

 

As soon as I saw the image of a bird, the symbol for the 144,000 day Maya Baktun solar calendar; an immediate connection was made to The Revelation and its 144,000 first fruits which I had just finished reading. I knew then and there I had to divide 144,000 into and out of the years.

I began by dividing my year (1976) into and out of 144,000, making two columns, until each reached 0. Next to be divided were Lord Byron’s years 1788 and 1824, then 1913 for my grandfather, and 2016 and 2017 to represent now. Next, I multiplied everything by 144,000.

I stopped charting eventually because I had no idea what to do with them. I was thrown off guard by what I saw in mine and Byron’s charts and I was disturbed by the 2016 in 1976 because we were heading into 2016 at this time of discovery and charting.

What did that mean in terms of these numbers and reincarnation? The numbers are plain to see: Lord Byron has both his birth and death dates in the 1788 multiplication charts and his daughter Ada Lovelace who died in the year 1852 also has her birth and death years in her multiplication charts.

On With It:

What were the ancients thinking when they were watching the sun, moon and stars rise and fall each day and night? What made them want to calculate the passages of time aside from the sheer beauty and wonder?

Perhaps they were inspired by heavenly events such as a falling comet causing tsunamis of excitement, death and rising waters. Imagine the feeling of seeing a comet with your naked eyes, or seeing the birth of a supernova, would you not want to build monuments and pray to the heavens above for the safe passage of yourself and those you love?

In Chaco Canyon, New Mexico there is a rock painting depicting the appearance of a supernova near the crescent moon in 1054 AD and a comet was seen in 1430 by the Chinese and Maya before crashing into Earth. I am focusing on these two because at first they were the only celestial wonders that fit into the charts, what you will see in the end, is most comets and supernovas fit into these charts.

Were tsunami waves reported in 1430, were deaths counted, were monuments resurrected to honour those deaths? Were pyramids built to honour the fallen stars and keep an eye on the ones above? Were the falling heavens given sacrifices out of fear of such deadly events?

Some things will stay unknown for the reasons of the scared and fear stricken voyageurs of yesteryear. It must have been unnerving for some to ‘discover’ land and then find it was already home to ‘savages’ who reverently honoured unseen entities with a passion unknown to them, with a purpose and with days coinciding with full moons, eclipses and changes of seasons.

Moreover, it must have been terrifying to learn these people believed in the reincarnation of souls. It is common to fear the unknown.

I’ve thought long and hard about the approach and way this series should be presented, as all literature should be approached, with passion and caution.

I could say it all began with the numbers 1, 2, 4, 7, and 9. The numbers have been appearing before me at crucial moments of this turbulent life as if to tell me everything is alright and is just as it was always meant to be. Things are a lot calmer now though the life inside me still screams to be let out.

Then again I could say it (this book series) all began with a huge push over the edge of the canyon of faith and love by poet George Gordon, Lord Byron. He, his words and his numbers are what began this wild goose chase from a small wooded graveyard in Chapleau, Ontario, Canada on the 144th day of 2015, May 24.

Since then my Whitewolf Visions journey morphed into a book series and I have been led by Lord Byron through a path of numbers, the numbers 12479 particularly.

I feel as if Byron was daring me to believe in something intangible, seemingly impossible, and taking me from a believer in no gods to every single one, all but one. I have always been a believer in spirit, soul and it was always to the Universe I sent my prayers to.

In reading and learning about Byron I tried to steer away from the numerous biographies and opinions of the world. I stayed as close to him as possible using his own words, from his poetry to what journals and letters I could get to.

In my life because of life altering events I chose not to believe in any god until that day in May. I always knew of and believed in the supernatural wonders of the universe; they have always been effervescently present in my life.

Are the ghosts who inhabit the planes we cannot see simply souls that cannot or will not reincarnate for some reason…perhaps.

The Indigenous of Easter Island believed the souls of the bad were tied to the people they had wronged and were destined to roam the afterlife in a desert. The Natives of some North American tribes believed all people, except those who died in violence such as murder or war, meaning all people regardless of the nature within, would travel along the Wolf Trail, the Milky Way, to heaven and beyond.

These next charts were created by dividing and multiplying the number 144,000 into and out of each chosen number or year.

In each year charted, wherever I noticed a “twinned” number, I highlighted. For example in some years 2s were twinned, twins of consecutive 2s and 1s were noted because of their infrequency. The other twinned numbers are 8 and 7. 6s are highlighted in green, again, because of their infrequency.

Every path or pattern is bolded in red to demonstrate a path from birth and death; important triggers are also bolded. The triggers /patterns such as the repeated highlighting of numbers/years such as1006, 1007, 1008, and 1009 will be explained to the fullest of my ability in Whitewolf Visions: Book IV Xolotl Presents the Book of Destiny and Fate, which fully demonstrates the path of the soul from the death of a star to the birth of the organism that is you and me.

The first charts to be presented are the division and multiplication charts of Lord Byron, my grandfather, and myself.

I stopped dividing at this point partially out of plain laziness as the division charts took about a half hour longer to write out than the multiplication charts; but, the decision to keep multiplying came when I saw Byron and my grandfather had both their birth and death dates within those charts.

  • 1788-1824       Lord Byron (Division and multiplication charts)
  • 1815 -1852      Ada Lovelace (Multiplication chart)
  • 1913 -1992      My grandfather (Division and multiplication)
  • 1430                South Pacific comet sighting (Multiplication)
  • 2016-2017      Division and Multiplication Chart
  • 1976                Me (Candalee Beatty) (Division and multiplication)

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