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== Ghost Council == | == Ghost Council == | ||
:Non Capter-Quotes: | |||
- "Horned Serpent's children are of the streams, of the rivers. They cover the earth and wash the faces of humans with ebony tears. Find what was lost, and return it to me, along with the secret that you cannot see." | |||
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:Chapter Quotes: | |||
- "History" and "Myth" and "Identity" are not three separate matters, here, but three aspects of one human being. | |||
- He was merely the sound of something ponderous,</br> | |||
swimming in a dark river.</br> | |||
He was a shattered tree,</br> | |||
A dislodged boulder thundering down Gahuti,</br> | |||
The scream of a dying animal on a distant mountain.</br> | |||
But no one saw him</br> | |||
for... to see him was to die.</br> | |||
- To speak [about mythic history] promiscuously or publicly may also be perilous, since its stories often remain imbued with the powerful forces that originally created the world and can still destroy it. Sometimes such reticence actually issues from consideration for the welfare of those not in the know. | |||
- Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And when you look long into the abyss, the abyss also looks into you. | |||
- My uncle has been telling that story about where we came from ever since I was a kid. Most of that story I can't tell you. My uncle said, "Keep it to yourself." | |||
- In the language of my people... there is a word for land: Eloheh. This same word also means history, culture and religion. We cannot separate our place on Earth from our lives on the earth nor from our vision nor from our meaning as a people. | |||
- We are all the flowers of one garden</br> | |||
And the waves of one sea</br> | |||
And the leaves of one tree | |||
- The whites called our cradles "papoose carriers." Very primitive, they said. But now you see white mothers all over using a kind of "primitive papoose carrier." The whites are learning. | |||
- This was the way of it</br> | |||
Let the story fires be lighted</br> | |||
Let our circle be strong and full of medicine</br> | |||
Hear me</br> | |||
This is my dream song that I'm singing for you</br> | |||
This is my power song that is taking me to the edge | |||
== Winters Teeth == | == Winters Teeth == |
Version vom 15. August 2024, 22:06 Uhr
Ghost Council
- Non Capter-Quotes:
- "Horned Serpent's children are of the streams, of the rivers. They cover the earth and wash the faces of humans with ebony tears. Find what was lost, and return it to me, along with the secret that you cannot see."
- Chapter Quotes:
- "History" and "Myth" and "Identity" are not three separate matters, here, but three aspects of one human being.
- He was merely the sound of something ponderous,
swimming in a dark river.
He was a shattered tree,
A dislodged boulder thundering down Gahuti,
The scream of a dying animal on a distant mountain.
But no one saw him
for... to see him was to die.
- To speak [about mythic history] promiscuously or publicly may also be perilous, since its stories often remain imbued with the powerful forces that originally created the world and can still destroy it. Sometimes such reticence actually issues from consideration for the welfare of those not in the know.
- Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And when you look long into the abyss, the abyss also looks into you.
- My uncle has been telling that story about where we came from ever since I was a kid. Most of that story I can't tell you. My uncle said, "Keep it to yourself."
- In the language of my people... there is a word for land: Eloheh. This same word also means history, culture and religion. We cannot separate our place on Earth from our lives on the earth nor from our vision nor from our meaning as a people.
- We are all the flowers of one garden
And the waves of one sea
And the leaves of one tree
- The whites called our cradles "papoose carriers." Very primitive, they said. But now you see white mothers all over using a kind of "primitive papoose carrier." The whites are learning.
- This was the way of it
Let the story fires be lighted
Let our circle be strong and full of medicine
Hear me
This is my dream song that I'm singing for you
This is my power song that is taking me to the edge