LOST IDENTITY

Lost Identity

Once upon a time, there were an entire Nation of Aboriginal people roaming the Canadian Lands and North America. They searched for areas that were fertile and maintained a healthy living for their families, working long hours, clearing land, hunting, fishing, and building shelters for their survival.

These people were brave and courageous, confronting each new obstacle and hardship with pride and dignity. Their customs and traditions were passed on from generation to generation and only some strong spiritual women and men survived and grasped the oral traditional.

Suddenly, the white man came and the aboriginal people, who were not slaughtered were forcefully driven away from their homes and lands. Then so it begin the SAGA of Mi'kmaq people's dilemma of living with alien people trying desperately to adopt to the white man's traditions and laws, while their own identities got lost in their chaos.

Unity among the Mi'kmaq Nation was divided into seven districts. People that were not scattered found their lives were lived on different paths. They did not speak their native tongue anymore. Their traditions and ways of life were gone with each passing day.

These proud and noble people have fallen prey to a new people and culture. Somewhere along the way the Creator with his Messengers still hiding the difficult roads, an entire nation has lost it's indentity and have become aliens in their own land.

But wait! Just as an eagle flies high into the air a messenger started to teach her young how to fly. So did the leaders of the spiritual women and men of the Mi'kmaq groups take their stand and speak out, loudly to their young and teach them the customs and traditions that their ancestors have preserved for generations.

United as one great nation, a proud and courageous people, let no stone be left unturned. Attain your goals of keeping your identity, an identity your ancestors strived so hard to preserve. Let a new life begin and know that the Mi'kmaq people of Canada are a proud and dignified people, ready to reassume their identity?

TAHOE

..Pikto'l Sa'ke'j Muise…(Ancient Spirit of the White Wolf)

' SA'KE'J......MY INNER JOURNEY "

Within each of us there dwells a Shaman. There also lives a Teacher, a Healer, and a Warrior.
We each have to journey within, and indeed spend a duration in the Spirit World, to be able to connect with these separate aspects of Self.
When there is a merging of all facets, then we AWAKEN, and we are whole.
Until all aspects of personality merge, we may wander unfocused through life, forever seeking the missing pieces of ourselves.
Within the journey of all, one must encounter the inner being, in the spirit world and then drift back to the heart beat of Mother Earth . This I can do with an ancient teaching, with my drum and medicines.
The Mi'kmaq People are also on a Journey.....For years we have wandered in the lonely wilderness, with our culture and heritage shredded. Finally, we are finding our missing pieces.
The book, "SA'KE'J.....My Inner Journey" , which will be my BOOK 2 of a series, tells the story of my own Journey in prose, poetry, photos, and paintings.
It is hoped that in reading it , it will aid you in the awakening of your own Shaman within !

TEACHINGS FROM MOTHER EARTH

TEACHINGS FROM MOTHER EARTH

Think of a PINE TREE, standing so proud in the forest. He does not bend easily with the four winds. He is fresh and has a dry scent to help us breath. Other trees bend when snow piles on them in winter. Not the pine. He will crack off from hard North West winds. Even when the top cracks off he still stands proud and strong.

Think of the buds. Before they fall back to the earth, the winds scatter their seeds among the forest, and the rest of the forest stands beside them, to nourish the seedlings to growth.

Then the cycle of one tree SHARES it’s strength with others in the cycle.

We are the same as the pine tree, and other NATIONS help our growth and journey in the circle of life, NOT forgetting our core values from our forefathers and ELDERLY and the seven grandfather teachings.

BECAUSE CULTURE IS NOT A SCIENCE

Therefore it should not be Definitive.

Victor James Muise ,,Pikto'l Sa'ke'j Muise..VJM

SHARING

Across from my wigwam (Mi’kmaq Home) there was a beaver dam, in the cold heart of winter. The beaver gathered food all summer and fall, to last until spring.

Along came a mink. His family had disappeared after the first fall of snow. The mink had hurt his paw sliding on the snow and was very weak, and could not survive by himself in the forest.

The beaver now saw the mink on the bank near his dam, and started walking toward the mink. They soon became friends. The mink told the beaver what had happened and started to cry.

Then the beaver realized what he had to do. He told the mink that he could stay with him for the winter.

Now the beaver was worried about having enough food to last the winter. (The amount of wood beavers cut in the fall, will let people know what kind of winter we are going to have).

The beaver felt good about helping the mink.

All the animals in the forest had seen what the beaver had done, and visited the beaver and the mink. Every animal who came brought them gifts and food.

Now they would have enough food to last until spring.

Bring children to a beaver dam, to tell them the story. Victor James Muise ..Ancient Spirit of the White Wolf

Pikto'l Sa'ke'j Muise…VJM