I really rather like my
Indian man painted in acrylics.
In a past life I was a much
respected Indian trader,
so much so that I was given an Indian name
but unfortunately the
Shaman was not able to hear it clearly.
I was savagely killed
by the jealous white traders;
I knew the shape of the spear that went into my side.
The priest
denied me the last rights as I was deemed a heathen for respecting the Indians.
In another past life I was
Chief Joseph's brother and I died on the Trail of Tears –
this was an emotional
experience for me as I just burst into tears in a spiritual shop
while listening to the
background music they were playing.
As they were Shaman they
travelled for me and found that my soul had found its rest
even though the situation
suggested that this was not possible.
I used to live in Colorado
Springs and the Indians of that area were The Utes.
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Ute people /ˈjuːt/ are an indigenous people of the Great Basin, now living
primarily in Utah and Colorado. There are three Ute tribal reservations: Uintah-Ouray in northeastern Utah (3,500 members); Southern Ute in Colorado (1,500 members); and Ute Mountain which primarily lies in Colorado, but extends to Utah and New
Mexico (2,000 members). The name of the state of Utah was derived from the name Ute. The word Ute means "Land of the sun" in
their language.[3] "Ute" possibly derived from the Western Apache word
"yudah", meaning "high up". This has led to the
misconception that "Ute" means people high up or mountain people.
Chief Severo and family, ca. 1899
