""Tali Adanvdo ""
Queensland, QLD, Australia
committed relationship, 3 children
Speaks: Tsalagi ale English
Joined Mar 4, 2007
What I Want to Do:
Stand up for Transgender rights,
give love to everyone who needs it,
Protect animals and,
their natural habitats,
Protect our Earth Mother,
Walk in Balance,
be me in everyway,
be kind to everyone,
Try and make a difference wherever i can,
Help heal ou
First Nations Spirituality,
First Nations Traditions,
First Nation Rights and Sovereignty,
Breast Cancer Awareness,
Indigenous Peoples Rights,
Tree welfare protection of mother earth,
My Page Billboard
Great Spirit, help me this day to slow down. Help me to listen - quietly. Help me to watch carefully. Help me to listen to my inner voice. Let me listen and watch only the thing You would have me observe. Guide my eyes and my ears to be focused on You. Grandfather, love me today and teach me to be quiet.
"YIGAQUU OSANIYU ADANVTO ADADOLIGI NIGOHILVI NASQUV UTLOYASDI NIHI."
(MAY THE GREAT SPIRIT'S BLESSINGS ALWAYS BE WITH YOU.)
IS MY TOTEM ANMAL
Deer people are graceful, gentle, observant and are in tune with nature and able to mediate a sacred peace. Deer people are often clairvoyant and clairaudient - they can see between the shadows, select subtle movements and hear what is not being said. They are kind intuitive, loving and peaceful.
Deer medicine is healing energy. Those in contact with the way of the Deer are comfortable with the spirit world and its gifts. Deer medicine is gentle in word, thought and touch, it has the ability to listen, and moves with grace and appreciation for the beauty of balance.
Native wisdom tells us that the gentleness of Deer arises from the heart-space of the Great Spirit, and this embodies His love for us all. Deer medicine teaches us to find the gentleness of spirit that heals all wounds, to stop pushing others to change and to love and accept them as they are. Those that walk with the Deer know that the only true balance to power is love and compassion.
~ CHEROKEE TRAIL OF TEARS ~
Pres. Andrew Jackson, America honors his name
but your hearts should only feel shame
History records his deeds with pride
but he was a master of genocide
Chief Junaluska saved the life of Jackson
but was ill rewarded for his brave action
When next their paths would meet
It would be on the Trail of lies and deceit
There was never any question of justice
When the white man said 'trust us'
When by orders, General Scott began his raids
Unwilling Cherokees were thrown in stockades
Sadness filled the Cherokee heart as their Clans were torn apart ...
The white man thought only is his gain
While the Cherokees suffered in pain
Brother Owl watched with a tearful eye
Knowing 4000 Cherokees would die
With mericiful wings he would guide
and lead their spirits to the other side
Along that trail they struggled each day
leaving blood and tears along the way
The old and sick that they could not save
had to lay in an unmarked grave ...
The old man who lost his only son
to the butt end of a soldier's gun
The Mother's that lost their young
Their brave heart's sorrow yet unsung
Along that trail of tears and deceit
they trudged with open bleeding feet
Leaving bloody foot prints in the snow
with painful sorrow none should ever know
Great Spirit watched from the clouds
His Cherokee Children, so brave, so proud
His own proud Cherokee Nation ...
Dying of white man's disease and starvation
Sleeping on a hard cold ground
with no blankets to be found
They trudged on braving the bitter cold
with agonized suffering of heart and soul
All along that sorrowful trail
Cherokee blood and tears fell
The old, young and the weak
only with silent tears did they speak
Great Spirit watched from the skies
only He could hear their cries ...
With a heart's tear in His eye
He watched His children suffer and die
It was a treatment unjust and unfair
All along that trail floating on air
you can hear their foot falls yet
and Tsalagi hearts will never forget
Cherokee hearts suffered that wrong
but today their brave spirits grow strong
Though Clans are scattered far and near
The Cherokee Spirit survived, we're still here!
Cherokee Nations continues and has grown
Our blood flows rich across American homes
From extended family to Reservation
We are still the proud Cherokee Nation!
As each generation greets the dawn
we still sing our Ancestor's songs
No matter where we live, work or gather
In our hearts we are Cherokee forever ...
I Be Tsalagi*
This morning I looked in the mirror,
I stared intensely at what I saw,
Trying to figure out if it was
My eyes, my nose or my jaw.
Maybe it's my ears, I thought,
or maybe it's my chin,
I'm sure that I will figure out
what is my "part' that is Indian.
Maybe it's my arms or hands
or some little internal gland,
I sure hope I can soon find out
what "part" is Indian.
You see to some that means a lot
to them it's a big deal,
So maybe it's my knees or toes
or maybe my left heel.
But, you see, I don't understand
what this "part" stuff means,
Because in my heart I know
just who and what I be.
That from the top of my Tsalagi head,
to the tip of my Tsalagi toes,
With every beat of my Tsalagi heart
Every fiber of me knows
That it is not the "degree of blood"
That makes me what I be.
It is the spirit of Tsalagi
that dwells within, you see.
So with every breath I take
I'm as sure as I can be
I BE TSALAGI!!
Marty Soaring Eagle Cherokee legend youth rite
Do you know the legend of the Cherokee Indian youth's rite of Passage?
His father takes him into the forest, blindfolds him an leaves him alone. He is required to sit on a stump the whole night and not remove the blindfold until the rays of the morning sun shine through it. He cannot cry out for help to anyone. Once he survives the night, he is a MAN.
He cannot tell the other boys of this experience, because each lad must come into manhood on his own.
The boy is naturally terrified. He can hear all kinds of noises. Wild beasts must surely be all around him .. Maybe even some human might do him harm. The wind blew the grass and earth, and shook his stump, but he sat stoically, never removing the blindfold. It would be the only way he could become a man!
Finally, after a horrific night the sun appeared and he removed his blindfold. It was then that he discovered his father sitting on the stump next to him.
He had been at watch the entire night, protecting his son from harm.
We, too, are never alone.
Even when we don't know it, Creator is watching over us, Sitting on the stump beside us.
When trouble comes, all we have to do is reach out to Him.
Moral of the story:
Just because you can't see Creator,
Doesn't mean He is not there.
"For we walk by faith, not by sight."
The wind called to the
leaves one day,
"Come with me and fly.
I'll carry you away
from here on gusts to Father Sky.
Release your clinging
hold for your time here now is done.
We can ride the evening's
breezes and greet the morning sun.
Cotton candy clouds so
still will let us rest awhile..
And then we'll fall
and drift and bounce then onward for a mile.
Come crimson maples,
golden oaks, come cypress, birch and elm.
One last dance before
you fall into another realm.
I am the force to lift
you high and whirl you through the night,
so answer my blustery
call and let us take to flight.
Some of you will find
your end in nests for winter birds
and some in burrows in
the ground for creatures without words.
Soon icy crystals will
form into flakes and fall to Earth below
where you'll stay
forever more 'neath frozen blankets of snow"
The leaves softly
whispered back into the winds ear...
"Yes, take us with you,
take us far away from here!
We want to feel the
uplifting rush and freedom in the air.
To dance the last few
days away with style and grace and flare"
So the wind did take
them in a flash and gave them such delight,
that I heard the leaves whispering a song as they passed my
"We were tiny little buds last spring then grew to give you
We helped you breathe and kept you cool while you walked in
I started to write
down what I heard and what I thought I didn't see
but the wind and the leaves which are part of this Earth then
played a trick on me!
"Now that wind has helped us fly, we'll give you one last look"
Then the leaves sailed swiftly upwards with the pages from
An Eagle's Cry
Listen to me!
I am the Indian voice.
Hear me crying out of the wind,
Hear me crying out of the silence.
I am the Indian voice.
Listen to me!
I speak for our ancestors.
They cry out to you from the unstill grave.
I speak for the children yet unborn.
They cry out to you from the unspoken silence.
I am the Indian voice.
Listen to me !
I am a chorus of millions.
Hear us !
Our eagle's cry will not be stilled !
We are your own conscience calling to you.
We are you yourself
crying unheard within you.
Let my unheard voice be heard.
Let me speak in my heart and the words be heard
whispering on the wind to millions,
to all who care,
to all with ears to hear
and hearts to beat as one
Put your ear to the earth,
and hear my heart beating there.
Put your ear to the wind
and hear me speaking there.
We are the voice of the earth,
of the future,
of the Mystery.
--from Leonard Peltier's PRISON WRITINGS: MY LIFE IS MY SUN DANCE
Leonard Peltier Defense Offense Committee
PO Box 7488
Fargo, ND 58106
Time to set him free... Because it is the RIGHT thing to do.
Friends of Peltier
My Life Is My Sun Dance
Prison Writings of LEONARD PELTIER
Silence, they say, is the voice of complicity.
But silence is impossible.
Silence is a message,
Just as doing nothing is an act.
Let who you are ring out and resonate
in every word and every deed.
Yes, become who you are.
There's no sidestepping your own being
or your own responsibility.
What you do is who you are.
You are your own comeuppance.
You become your own message.
You are the message.
May the Great Spirit Make Sunrise in Your Heart . . .
IN MEMORY OF ANNA MAE PICTOU AQUASH
Mi'kmaq name Naguset Eask
Born March 27, 1945
Died Mid-December 1975
She was found MURDERED February 24th 1976 by the side of state road 73 on the far North East corner of The Pine Ridge Reservation
Honor the sacred.
Honor the Earth,our Mother.
Honor the Elders.
Honor all with whom we
Plant & Rock People.
Walk in Balance and Beauty.
..Native American Elder..
Wado for Visiting My Page
Tsalagi ale English
||The protection of and love for Tsielohisgi(Earth Mother) is most inportant to me, without Her we have nothing.I am Happy fun loving,willing to try almost anything once. Honest, trust worthy & I stand by my family and friends & Tsielohisgi(Earth Mother) no matter what!!I feel the old ways where the best ways in most cases,we must not forget them..I will stand up for what I believe in to the fullest degree.
||Introduce yourself to Talldeer
Rusty my Ginger Tabby Rescue,
Dixie my ginger tabby manx,
Kanuka my light sussex chicken
Vegetables and Fruit,
|Wild Fact About Me
||I am Post op M/F TRANSGENDER and proud of it.If you are a true friend this will not be of any concern for you.. If this does bother you then you were never my friend to begin with..But we are all Brothers and Sisters anyway, so go in peace and think about who YOU really are.....
||Give love without any expectations
|What Gives Me Hope
||MY COMPLETE FAITH IN UNEHLANV'HI(CREATOR),MY CHILDREN,Love for Aniyvwiya ale Elohi Unitsi(Cherokee and Earth Mother),My Fiances Love for me. LOVE!!!
|If I were Mayor, I'd make the world a better place by
||Destroy all weapons of war!!!!
|What/who changed my life and why
||Unehlanv'hi (Creator) revealed his path to me and it was the best thing that ever happened ! It just gets better every day.Through Tsalagi spirituality my life changes for the better. I am learning the true meaning of why I am here on this earthly plain..
|What Bugs Me
My own weaknesses,
People who hurt children/women/animals,
cruel and judgmental people
American Indian Spirituality,
living and loving it,
My Beautiful kids,
my fiance[soon to be my husband],
Nature and Wildlife
UsdiGadu my Sister,
Waking every morning,
on this beautiful earth,
my mother earth,
My Mum- who else!
|What Scares Me
Losing a loved one,
Angry aggresive Men,
My Sister UsdiGadu,
||Be what you are not what they want you to be;Do unto others as u would have them do unto you.!!!LOVE & KINDNESS;
Being with EarthMother muchas Possible,
American indian crafts,
American Indian Culture,
Being in nature as much as possible,
Meditation and Spirituality,
entering fun runs,
Swimming in my pool,
sewing / making clothes
She's Not There:a life in two gender's,
By Jennifer Finney Boylan,
Women who run with the Wolves,
By Clarissa Pinkola Estes,
Trail Of Tears by John Ehle,
Dancing with the Wheel a Sunbear book,
Indian Medicine Power by Brad Steiger,
My sacred self by Dr Wayne Dw
Gathering of Nations Internet Radio,
Walela is a favorite,
Shania Twain is also very awsome,
Native American (traditional to modern
Last of the Mohicans,
Follow the River,
Miricale at Sage Creek,
The Education of Little Tree,
The Trail of Tears,
Geronimo: An American Legend,
Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee,
where the rivers flow north,
Australias Funniest home videos,
home and away (Australia),
Rather not watch TV if possible,
World Around Us,
game meats and fish,
American Indian foods,
Indian fry bread,
vegies just can't get enough!!!,
nuts and dried fruit,
water! and lots of it!!!,
vegetables and fruits,
salads full of fr
Places with SNOW,
Anywhere in the Wilderness,
I luv where i live,
|Can't Live Without
ELOHI UNITSI[Earth Mother],
PEACE AND HARMONY,
my childrens love,
My Fiance Nathan,
Water and lots of it,
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