The American Indian realized that nothing in the world is free. If an animal must be hunted, or wool taken from an animal or even water used from a stream in order to live, none of these actions was performed with indifference. The concept was that you owe something for everything that you take or are given.
When any action is taken, thanks is given to the spirit of life that attends that action. Thanking the sheep for the wool it is providing, explaining to the spirit of the animals that it is nothing personal but food is needed to survive and it is not in sport that a life is taken, is an important philosophy.
An individual may be sick because he has offended his own spirit. He has done something that is unworthy and the sickness of the body is a reflection of the sickness within his own spirit. In this philosophy most sickness is due to some wrong doing or something that has not been learned or properly understood.
In the ancient Indian philosophy sickness is not just associated with an outside agency but with how an individual is living and whether they are giving proper reverence and thankfulness for that which they receive. In our culture when we feel sick we begin by saying, it was something we ate or something was not prepared properly. We don’t even consider that perhaps our uneasiness is because of something we did.
The question to consider is whether we are the creator of our difficulties or whether we are haphazardly effected by forces out of our control? Are we living in resonance with the energies that surround us or are we blocking forces that would be bolstering and supporting our life? Do we appreciate the person who says the kind word to us and do we return the smile that someone brings to our eyes and enlivens our heart? Do we appreciate all the bounties that are provided by nature and the animal, plant and mineral world?
There is a psychological component that goes with being thankful as opposed to feeling everything is ours and we can use it up as we please never giving consideration to its creator or other people who might also have need of it.
The following poem came to me at night from one of my guides:
Buffalo stretched, for many miles,
He clothed and fed us, through many trials,
As he left, our heart was taken,
Our trust in Whites, was also shaken.
For here came people, who didn’t care,
They took the buffalo, and didn’t share,
From Mother Earth, they took her love,
But gave no thanks, to Great Spirit above.
And finally they, will come to discuss,
That they took it away, from all of us,
But then the Mother, may not give again,
And then from whom, will we all depend?
To inspire and empower.
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