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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 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.

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.

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.

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.