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There Can Never Be Peace Between Nations Until There Is First Known That True Peace Which Is Within The Souls Of Men.

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There Can Never Be Peace Between Nations Until There Is First Known That True Peace Which Is Within The Souls Of Men.

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At The Center Of The Universe Dwells The Great Spirit. And That Center Is Really Everywhere. It Is Within Each Of Us.

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I Was Four Years Old Then, And I Think It Must Have Been The Next Summer That I First Heard The Voices.

You See, I Had Been Riding With The Storm Clouds, And Had Come To Earth As Rain, And It Was Drought That I Had Killed With The Power That The Six Grandfathers Gave Me.

Now Suddenly There Was Nothing But A World Of Cloud, And We Three Were There Alone In The Middle Of A Great White Plain With Snowy Hills And Mountains Staring At Us; And It Was Very Still; But There Were Whispers.

A Good Nation I Will Make Live.this The Nation Above Has Said.they Have Given Me The Power To Make Over.

Whether It Happened So Or Not I Do Not Know; But If You Think About It You Can See That It Is True.

When A Vision Comes From The Thunder Beings Of The West, It Comes With Terror Like A Thunder Storm; But When The Storm Of Vision Has Passed, The World Is Greenier And Happier; For Wherever The Truth Of Vision Comes Upon The World, It Is Like A Rain. The World, You See, Is Happier After The Terror Of The Storm.

It's In The Darkness Of Men's Eyes That They Get Lost.

I Think I Have Told You, But If I Have Not, You Must Have Understood, That A Man Who Has A Vision Is Not Able To Use The Power Of It Until After He Has Performed The Vision On Earth For The People To See.

As You Walk Upon The Sacred Earth, Treat Each Step As A Prayer.

I Cured With The Power That Came Through Me.

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Even The Seasons Form A Great Circle In Their Changing, And Always Come Back Again To Where They Were. The Life Of A Person Is A Circle From Childhood To Childhood, And So It Is In Everything Where Power Moves.

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I Saw More Than I Can Tell / And I Understood More Than I Saw.

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The First Peace, Which Is The Most Important, Is That Which Comes Within The Souls Of People When They Realize Their Relationship, Their Oneness With The Universe And All Its Powers, And When They Realize That At The Center Of The Universe Dwells The Great Spirit, And That This Center Is Really Everywhere, It Is Within Each Of Us.

My Friend, I Am Going To Tell You The Story Of My Life, As You Wish; And If It Were Only The Story Of My Life I Think I Would Not Tell It; For What Is One Man That He Should Make Much Of His Winters, Even When They Bend Him Like A Heavy Snow?

Birds Make Their Nest In Circles, For Theirs Is The Same Religion As Ours.

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The Great Spirit Is Everywhere; He Hears Whatever Is In Our Minds And Our Hearts, And It Is Not Necessary To Speak To Him In A Loud Voice.

Let Every Step You Take Upon The Earth Be As A Prayer.

To Use The Power Of The Bison, I Had To Perform That Part Of My Vision For The People To See.

When You Pray With This Pipe, You Pray For And With Everything.

I Looked About Me Once Again, And Suddenly The Dancing Horses Without Number Changed Into Animals Of Every Kind And Into All The Fowls That Are, And These Fled Back To The Four Quarters Of The World From Whence The Horses Came, And Vanished.

Know The Power That Is Peace.

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Every Place Is The Center Of The World.

All Things Are Our Relatives; What We Do To Everything, We Do To Ourselves. All Is Really One.

Hear Me, Four Quarters Of The World-a Relative I Am! Give Me The Strength To Walk The Soft Earth, A Relative To All That Is! Give Me The Eyes To See And The Strength To Understand, That I May Be Like You. With Your Power Only Can I Face The Winds.

And I Saw That The Sacred Hoop Of My People As One Of Many Hoops That Made One Circle.

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The Song And The Drumming Were Like This: Behold, A Sacred Voice Is Calling You; All Over The Sky A Sacred Voice Is Calling.

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So I Took The Bright Red Stick And At The Center Of The Nation's Hoop I Thrust It In The Earth.

May You Always Walk In Beauty.

The Center Of The Universe Is Everywhere.

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Any Man Who Is Attached To Things Of This World Is One Who Lives In Ignorance And Is Being Consumed By The Snakes Of His Own Passions

All Over The Sky A Sacred Voice Is Calling Your Name.

It Is Not Enough To Have A Vision. In Order To Have Its Power, You Must Enact Your Vision On Earth For All To See. Only Then Do You Have The Power.

Like The Grasses Showing Tender Faces To Each Other, Thus Should We Do, For This Was The Wish Of The Grandfathers Of The World.

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Grandfather, Great Spirit, Once More Behold Me On Earth And Lean To Hear My Feeble Voice.

But I Think I Have Done Right To Save The Vision In This Way, Even Though I May Die Sooner Because I Did It; For I Know The Meaning Of The Vision Is Wise And Beautiful And Good; And You Can See That I Am Only A Pitiful Old Man After All.

There Can Never Be Peace Between Nations Until There Is First Known That True Peace Which Is Within The Souls Of Men.

Everything An Indian Does Is In A Circle, And That Is Because The Power Of The World Always Works In Circles, And Everything Tries To Be Round. In The Old Days When We Were A Strong And Happy People, All Our Power Came To Us From The Sacred Hoop Of The Nation, And So Long As The Hoop Was Unbroken The People Flourished.

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I Cured With The Power That Came Through Me. Of Course, It Was Not I Who Cured,it Was The Power From The Outer World; The Visions And Ceremonies Only Made Me Like A Whole Through Which The Power Could Come To The Two-leggeds. If I Thought That I Was Doing It Myself, The Hole Would Close Up And No Power Could Come Through. Then Everything I Could Do Would Be Foolish.

Everything Tries To Be Round.

Grown Men May Learn From Very Little Children, For The Hearts Of Little Children Are Pure, And, Therefore, The Great Spirit May Show To Them Many Things Which Older People Miss.

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Behold This Day. It Is Yours To Make.

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Once We Were Happy In Our Own Country And We Were Seldom Hungry, For Then The Two-leggeds And The Four-leggeds Lived Together Like Relatives, And There Was Plenty For Them And For Us. But The Wasichus Came, And They Have Made Little Islands For Us And Other Little Islands For The Four-leggeds, And Always These Islands Are Becoming Smaller, For Around Them Surges The Gnawing Flood Of The Wasichu; And It Is Dirty With Lies And Greed.

When I Got Back To My Father And Mother And Was Sitting Up There In Our Tepee, My Face Was Still All Puffed And My Legs And Arms Were Badly Swollen; But I Felt Good All Over And Wanted To Get Right Up And Run Around.

It Is In The Darkness Of Their Eyes That Men Lose Their Way.

Everything An Indian Does Is In A Circle, And That Is Because The Power Of The World Always Works In Circles.

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Everything The Power Of The World Does Is Done In A Circle.

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The Power Of A Thing Or An Act Is In The Meaning And The Understanding.

One Should Pay Attention To Even The Smallest Crawling Creature For These Too May Have A Valuable Lesson To Teach Us.

Everywhere Is The Center Of The World. Everything Is Sacred.

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And When I Breathed, My Breath Was Lightning.

Peace Will Come To The Hearts Of Men When They Realize Their Oneness With The Universe, It Is Every Where.

And While I Stood There I Saw More Than I Can Tell And I Understood More Than I Saw; For I Was Seeing In A Sacred Manner The Shapes Of All Things In The Spirit, And The Shape Of All Shapes As They Must Live Together Like One Being.

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The Power Of The World Always Works In Circles.

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And I Say The Sacred Hoop Of My People Was One Of The Many Hoops That Made One Circle, Wide As Daylight And As Starlight, And In The Center Grew One Mighty Flowering Tree To Shelter All The Children Of One Mother And One Father.

The Holy Land Is Everywhere.

After The Horse Dance Was Over, It Seemed That I Was Above The Ground And Did Not Touch It When I Walked.

I Was Standing On The Highest Mountain Of Them All, And Round About Beneath Me Was The Whole Hoop Of The World. And While I Stood There I Saw More Than I Can Tell And I Understood More Than I Saw; For I Was Seeing In A Sacred Manner The Shapes Of All Things In The Spirit, And The Shape Of All Shapes As They Must Live Together Like One Being. And I Saw That The Sacred Hoop Of My People Was One Of Many Hoops That Made One Circle, Wide As Daylight And As Starlight, And In The Center Grew One Mighty Flowering Tree To Shelter All Children Of One Mother And One Father. And I Saw That It Was Holy.

I Looked Below And Saw My People There, And All Were Well And Happy Except One, And He Was Lying Like The Dead - And That One Was Myself.

I Did Not Know Then How Much Was Ended. When I Look Back Now From This High Hill Of My Old Age, I Can Still See The Butchered Women And Children Lying Heaped And Scattered All Along The Crooked Gulch As Plain As When I Saw Them With Eyes Still Young. And I Can See That Something Else Died There In The Bloody Mud, And Was Buried In The Blizzard. A People's Dream Died There. It Was A Beautiful Dream.

We Should Understand Well That All Things Are The Work Of The Great Spirit. We Should Know The Great Spirit Is Within All Things: The Trees, The Grasses, The Rivers, The Mountains, And The Four-legged And Winged Peoples; And Even More Important, We Should Understand That The Great Spirit Is Also Above All These Things And Peoples. When We Do Understand All This Deeply In Our Hearts, Then We Will Fear, And Love, And Know The Great Spirit, And Then We Will Be And Act And Live As The Spirit Intends.

They Told Me I Had Been Sick Twelve Days, Lying Like Dead All The While, And That Whirlwind Chaser, Who Was Standing Bear's Uncle And A Medicine Man, Had Brought Me Back To Life.

The Boys Of My People Began Very Young To Learn The Ways Of Men, And No One Taught Us; We Just Learned By Doing What We Saw, And We Were Warriors At A Time When Boys Now Are Like Girls.

It Is Hard To Follow One Great Vision In This World Of Darkness And Of Many Changing Shadows. Among Those Men Get Lost.

I Had A Vision With Which I Might Have Saved My People, But I Had Not The Strength To Do It.

The Soldiers Did Go Away And Their Towns Were Torn Down; And In The Moon Of Falling Leaves (november), They Made A Treaty With Red Cloud That Said Our Country Would Be Ours As Long As Grass Should Grow And Water Flow.

Perhaps You Have Noticed That Even In The Very Lightest Breeze You Can Hear The Voice Of The Cottonwood Tree; This We Understand Is Its Prayer To The Great Spirit, For Not Only Men, But All Things And All Beings Pray To Him Continually In Differing Ways.

Crazy Horse Dreamed And Went Into The World Where There Is Nothing But The Spirits Of Things. That Is The Real World That Is Behind This One, And Everything We See Here Is Something Like A Shadow From That World.... It Was This Vision That Gave Him His Great Power, For When He Went Into A Fight, He Had Only To Think Of That World To Be In It Again, So That He Could Go Through Anything And Not Be Hurt

The Universe Is Circles Within Circles, And Everything Is One Circle, And All The Circles Are Connected To Each Other. Each Family Is A Circle, And Those Family Circles Connect Together And Make A Community, And The Community Makes Its Circle Where It Lives On The Earth. It (the Community) Cares For That Part (of The Earth) But Cares For It As A Circle - Which Is To Say In A Cooperative And Egalitarian Way, Where Everybody Is Cared For, And Everybody Is Respected.

And If The Great Fear Had Not Come Upon Me, As It Did, And Forced Me To Do My Duty, I Might Have Been Less Good To The People Than Some Man Who Had Never Dreamed At All, Even With The Memory Of So Great A Vision In Me.

The Life Of An Indian Is Like The Wings Of The Air. That Is Why You Notice The Hawk Knows How To Get His Prey. The Indian Is Like That. The Hawk Swoops Down On Its Prey, So Does The Indian. In His Lament He Is Like An Animal. For Instance, The Coyote Is Sly, So Is The Indian. The Eagle Is The Same. That Is Why The Indian Is Always Feathered Up, He Is A Relative To The Wings Of The Air.

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It May Be That Some Little Root Of The Sacred Tree Still Lives. Nourish It Then, That It May Leaf And Bloom And Fill With Singing Birds.

If I Thought That I Was Doing It Myself, The Hole Would Close Up And No Power Could Come Through. Then Everything I Could Do Would Be Foolish.

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Give Me Strength To Walk The Soft Earth, A Relative To All That Is.

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It Is Good To Have A Reminder Of Death Before Us, For It Helps Us To Understand The Impermanence Of Life On This Earth, And This Understanding May Aid Us In Preparing For Our Own Death. He Who Is Well Prepared Is He Who Knows That He Is Nothing Compared With Wakan-tanka, Who Is Everything; Then He Knows That World Which Is Real.

But If The Vision Was True And Mighty, As I Know, It Is True And Mighty Yet;for Such Things Are Of Spirit, And It Is In The Darkness Of Their Eyes That Men Get Lost.

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Out Of The Indian Approach To Life There Came A Great Freedom, An Intense And Absorbing Respect For Life, Enriching Faith In A Supreme Power, And Principles Of Truth, Honesty, Generosity, Equity, And Brotherhood As A Guide To Mundane Relations.

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The Sky Is Round, And I Have Heard That The Earth Is Round Like A Ball, And So Are All The Stars. The Wind, In Its Greatest Power, Whirls. Birds Make Their Nests In Circles, For Theirs Is The Same Religion As Ours.

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Also, As I Lay There Thinking Of My Vision, I Could See It All Again And Feel The Meaning With A Part Of Me Like A Strange Power Glowing In My Body; But When The Part Of Me That Talks Would Try To Make Words For The Meaning, It Would Be Like Fog And Get Away From Me.

Sometimes Dreams Are Wiser Than Waking.

And As He Spoke Of Understanding, I Looked Up And Saw The Rainbow Leap With Flames Of Many Colors Over Me.

You Remember That My Great Vision Came To Me When I Was Only Nine Years Old, And You Have Seen That I Was Not Much Good For Anything Until After I Had Performed The Horse Dance Near The Mouth Of The Tongue River During My Eighteenth Summer.

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