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THE EAGLE OF SINGING STONES LODGE
Many moons ago Great Eagle soared the skies over the land that is now
called Oklahoma. Eagle was truly a majestic bird. Eagle soared gracefully over the
hills and canyons of Beautiful Earth. Eagle swooped and dived over the verdant
forest and deep Rivers, home of Tree People and Water Spirits. Great Spirit loved
the mighty bird and enjoyed watching Eagle on the daily flights.

For many Moons and many Suns, the daily ceremony continued, Eagle
blessed Earth and Sky with Good Medicine. Great Spirit was happy and full of joy.
However, as it is with the way of things, Majestic Eagle became Old Eagle. The
flights became shorter and not as high. Still Eagle was just as beautiful and majestic
as when she was young. Great Spirit still was watching over Great Eagle. Great
Spirit called a Council of the Sky Spirits, the Tree Spirits, the Water Spirits and the
Stone Spirits. Great Spirit said, “As it is the way of things ,Great Eagle will soon die.
It is time for her to pass over into the place of Eagle Spirits. Watch carefully for I will
help Great Eagle complete her flight.

So the Tree Spirits, the Water Spirits and the Stone Spirits began to keep a
daily vigil and offered prayers at Sunrise to the Four Winds for the safe passage of
Great Eagle. Great Spirit pondered upon how the memory of Great Eagle could
always be honored and kept sacred.

Great Spirit suddenly knew how it could be done. This is how it happened.
Great Spirit sent Great Lightening and in a flash of fire, Great Eagle was turned into
the most beautiful of stones. All of the colors, pure and clear as shimmering glass
form the image of Great Eagle.

Great Spirit had talked to lodge keeper. Together they prepared a place with
a view to the South. Great Eagle received a welcome and a Great Feast was given.
Many Earth people gathered and offered sacred herbs to the Four Winds.

The Tree Spirits, the stone Spirits and the Water Spirits, the Sky Spirits and the
keeper of the Lodge are happy. Great Spirit watches over them all and feels joy

Great Eagle still blesses with Good Medicine. When Sun is in a good place even
Rainbow comes to laugh and gives her colors to the Lodge in gratitude. All are
happy. Great Eagle gives her welcome and spreads her Wings in A Healing
Blessing over all who come here.

And The Heart of The Lodge Keeper at Singing Stones is filled with Joy and Gratitude.

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 An old Grandfather, whose grandson came to him with anger at a schoolmate who had done him an injustice, said, "Let me tell you a story. I too, at times, have felt a great hate for those that have taken so much, with no sorrow for what they do. But hate wears you down, and does not hurt your enemy. It is like taking poison and wishing your enemy would die. I have struggled with these feelings many times." He continued, "It is as if there are two wolves inside me; one is good and does no harm. He lives in harmony with all around him and does not take offense when no offense was intended. He will only fight when it is right to do so, and in the right way." "But the other wolf, ah! He is full of anger The littlest thing will set him into a fit of temper. He fights everyone, all the time, for no reason. He cannot think because his anger and hate are so great. It is hard to live with these two wolves inside me, for both of them try to dominate my spirit." The boy looked intently into his Grandfather's eyes and asked, "Which one wins, Grandfather?" The Grandfather solemnly said, "The one I feed."

The Story of the Making Of The Bow

In the dark days when man was small and non-existent
There was a time of Great Upheaval
When Man reached out and knew not what he was looking for.
There was monsters great and tall with ferocious teeth
and sought only Blood.
There was a man who stood unafraid who said no to the monster
he ran away.
He stumbled onto a tree who spoke to him
‘you take my limbs and make a bow’
and from the forest he drew arrows
then the stones begin to speak,
‘if you will break us up, we will become darts to be placed on your arrows.
Shoot, shoot at the neck of the intruders,
take your knife, slit the throat

Turn and walk away toward the setting sun
leave behind the killing of the beast
so he will not challenge or begin to follow you
Upon reaching the quiet shore
lay your life down
until it is no more.

....teachingbear....

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Reflection on Teachingbear's  Medicine Story.
by wordweaver


This is a time when we are feeling very insignificant. We question the meaning and purpose
of our existence. Why? Does any thing really matter?
This is a time of Great Upheaval. Upheaval of the Earth, Upheaval of nations, upheaval of our
institutions, upheaval in our communities, upheaval within ourselves.
Alienation, conflict, war, violence is being experienced in every part of our planet. The
human family is searching, reaching out, yearning and longing for something we know not
what. We know in every cell of our being that we have lost something, only we do not know
what it is.

We are wandering in the forest of our fears and the monsters are all around us. Where is it
that we find, discover the courage to say “NO’ to all the monsters that take our life blood,
The monsters of materialism, arrogance, greed, consumerism, self-righteousness, narcisism,racism. Spiritual and emotional abuse

In the darkness, in all our stumbling ways, the source of our freedom is right in front of us.
We find new ways to take back our power, to find our voice, to stand straight and tall upon
Mother Earth, shoot straight at all that which would devour us, taking the life of our
spirituality and our soul life. All that which has taken our history, the power of the ancient
stories, the wisdom of the earth and made all of us victims.

The intruders are all around us. And within us, the snipers of the Spirit.
We must return to the ancient wisdom of the earth, listen with receptive hearts and open
minds,
Listen. Catch a new vision in the darkness, Leave behind old fears, fashion new bows of power
release with unwavering power new understandings that dissolve the old powers that would
take our lives

Turn our backs on both the beast and the killing of the beast, the memory that haunts our
nights and dreams. We walk into the West of The setting Sun, the place of rest, of healing,of deep healing of the wounded soul
This is a place of safety, a place of renewal A place of transformation. Where the beasts of our
memory dare not go.
Where the ghosts are banished forever

Then in the quietness of wisdom learned, we live our lives until it is time to give life up.
But we will have given it up to life , not to the monsters and the ghosts
We will have completed the Circle as true Warriors.

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