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AUTHOR PROFILE

The following  was written about the life  Journey of 
of Victor James Muise....Sa'ke'j .

Once this L'nu'k culture was not seen on the island of Newfoundland , from Port Aux Port , to St.John's Like other nations our identity and life have changed.

But, the Mi'Kmaq  were always there, working  unseen and underground, with the Spirit to bring our People together.

And there was some dammed  long road  and Journey ahead, , paving the road for future generations.

One man, Victor Muise , took his hand drum many years ago and went across the island to fulfill the prophecy  that someday our culture would return .

Some people said " He is a crazy man , that Victor." And no one seemed to hear him. LOL !

He worked, and traveled, and used his teachings along the way , and never gave up.

Here some 30 years later Victor Muise can be seen teaching the children , and still with his hand drum.

And now our culture   has returned , and is  becoming stronger with  time's passage.

Special thanks are owed to people , like Victor Muise,  who never gave up on our culture and our beliefs .

Wela'lio

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Mcnally Robinson Book  Sellers'  Profile:

Victor James Muise has spent the majority of his working career in the rugged outback country. 

He traveled around Canada and across Newfoundland island promoting Mi'kmaq culture and was the chief of the St. George's Indian Band for a number of years. 

He started the first drumming, singing and dancing groups in the province and is considered one of the Aboriginal community's foremost advocates for language and culture.


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I hope that we remain to be wise in order to maintain our Indian identity.


Since I’ve been a young man everyone called me Jimmy two feathers. Now I stand in society wearing two eagle feathers as a recognized Spiritual Leader.


My identity was given to me by my name James (in Mi’kmaq, Sage).

From the elders I heard a lot of stories, not how they came to Newfoundland, but how they were
born and lived for the land and off the land. I heard from a ninety two year old Mi’kmaq elder who
did not want to be recognized because he was afraid.

My grandfather had a fox ranch and while I visited him he would tell me stories of a great white moose and his trapping life. These stories were very exciting.
An elder by the name of Joe Paul gave me a pipe and told me how sacred the smoke and pipe meant to him. He would speak a language that is almost forgotten. Now I’m somewhat ashamed that I don’t know my language.


Many of the elders told me that many changes in the world are coming. It is only now I can see
what the elder people meant. The elder people told me the Indian people received hard times from
the government when they first came in contact with the Europeans.




From the exhibition, “The Mi’kmaw People of Newfoundland: A Celebration

THE "SA'KE'J" BOOKS LOGO

The  following  is  the  "SA'KE'J  BOOKS"  logo.

It is the property of Victore James Muise 

All rights reserved .

ONE STOP SHOPPING

The Sa'ke'j  family of   blogs has a new and important site. It is named  "SA'KE'J  BOOKS".

It features all books written and coauthored by Victor James Muise. It  is  a place where  readers can learn more about these books, and links are provided to make purchases directly from the publisher.

Readers can  go to "SA'KE'J  BOOKS" directly  through  this link.

Click here  SA'KE'J BOOKS

Or find  "SA'KE'J    BOOKS "  listed in the blog list on right.

Enjoy

HEALING THOUGHTS

Healing of the body, mind,  Spirit , and emotions is sometimes just around the  corner.

Sometimes one need not  take anything

But do realize , in a moment of silence ,   to think of the glory we have and others have not .

We may all get  ill,  but we can overcome any discomfort and shift  it to the universe .

 Creator will answer.Health thoughts.

(DISCLAIMER: This is my opinion and NOT meant to be medical advise. See your physician if you become  sick.)

THE VISION PAINTER

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BASKETS BY SA'KE'J

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THE SITES OF SA'KE'J

ATTENTION  READERS :

The stats which are given below reflect reader visitation in September, 2017.

There have been many new visitors since then , and SA'KE'J  has added many new posts.  This article will be updated soon to reflect the new blog activity.

Please enjoy.

And when you reach page bottom , please click on  "older posts"  to see previously written material.

Thank-you.

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Some people have sight, but no vision.

Some people have vision , but no sight.

Others are blessed with both vision and sight.

SA'KE'J  has vision , sight, and  sites......

The sites are his four websites, called  blogs, which are his virtual homes on the world wide web.

Let us consider them.

The "WORDS OF WHITE WOLF" was the first , having been designed in the Spring of 2013.  It served as a platform for  local Mi'kmaq history and culture. On it are posted 229 articles , and the stats show that it has had  thousands of visitors, with more than  20,628 page views.

Many articles from the  that site will be featured in his book.

The Autumn of 2013 saw  "TRAIL'S END " bursting  unto the virtual scene. It is the personal  blog of SA'KE'J ,  with  110 posts and  nearly 8595  page views.

Next came  "THE VOICE" ,  designed in 2015 as a platform for the Mi'kmaq language. To date it has 102 posts ,  and has  3549 page views to validate its popularity.

Finally , " RAVEN'S WING " flew on the scene. It is a  gallery for the art forms and creations of SA'KE'J. It also showcases his poetry and prose. To date,  "RAVEN'S WING "   has had 32 posts ( articles ) and   663 page views.

So , these four blogs have had nearly 500 articles written and posted to them , and can boast over    30,000 page views.  Stats show that visitors to the sites are from all over the world.

Today I  would like to draw your attention specifically to "TRAIL'S END"   . This site has seen a radical renovation, and many of the articles are now  located in units , instead of simply appearing in chronological  order, as most blog posts do.

I would also like to point out that  "Congratulations" are due to "THE WORDS  OF  WHITE  WOLF" , as it recently celebrated a 4th year Anniversary !

Please visit and enjoy. Do not forget to click on "Older posts " at page bottom to see more articles.

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NOTE: Posted by the web   designer for the owner / author of these blogs.

THE WAY

This is one of my virtual spaces.

It portrays my personal struggles, but also my personal  victories.

It portrays the personal struggles and  victories of my People.

It speaks of my Healing Path  , and  the   Journey into Healing walked by my People.

Know this...

A feather can fall.

But, in a blink it can once again be swept skyward !

And that is the Way. of survival.

HOME

TRAILS OF LIFE

  It’s a vision of mine, on a island, in this small centre, on a journey in the medicine wheel,

   Forty years took it’s toll, upon this soul, he’s a heart of gold, but a man that’s very bold,

   To capture an echo and still not sure if life, not time is real,

   But now, I’m writing rhymes, all the time, looking for words to suit, no words of mine, I could not define, and then I wrote to, HIS, appeal.

   Many things humans must do, while passing a short travel on this solid earth,

   His remains and sometime too, they placed him beneath the name, one by one, side by side, generation’s pass by,

   I’d like to heed, what mankind has forgot, only of they are  good memories, not those that make me sad and cry,

   While wandering about this turf, since birth, 

   At last you’ll read and I’ll speak no more of our women/man, upon this land, who die. 

“To the North”

   Travelling to, Great Northern Peninsula to meet some kind of mind,

   I stood across from St.Johns Island, where our buddy, Mattie Mitchell stayed sometime,

   Then a grave site, I came upon, with alters among the decade, looked like a torn up lawn, and small mountains to lend a shade,

   But, that’s not all, there were holes dug and the bodies that were there, were gone. 

“To the East”

   Then to the big city, on the south side of St.John’s,

   Shanawdithit’s mound that will last, only one of her kind, many people so fond, I could feel everybody’s thought, she’s at rest alongside,

   In solid cliff, on a blade of man made grass, a tombstone, facing the sky,

   We visit quite awhile, but in the end, I would not have a friend, if the truth, I could see, was a lie. 

“To the South”

   I got eager and travelled South on to the Val of Conne, I seen at once, an ancient burial site, 

  Reminding me of, time , but lay their quite at home, with kin, in an Indian stile,

  A big black bear, was eyeing me, shade me not to there, enter that circle of life, around our people at rest,

  So I sang a chant and left with ease, never to return again.

“To the West”

   Then unsure, I went back to the west, where my people also lay, and to St. George’s grave site I was shown…

   Now at this road area, I felt uptight, my great-great grandfather and mother were bulled away, to prevent six feet of land on the opposite side of the fence,

   When the parish told me this, I prayed for the spirits 

to be in control of that task,

   Because from my loving Mother it was taught  to me, to be humble, to those err of the past, and times in life they’ll meet and greet, too final judge their cast.

“To the centre” 

   

   After those trips, I trailed no more,

   Until a friend, Victor French, ordered a helicopter and landed me on an Isle on the Island in Newfoundland,

   Glover Island, it was called by name, twenty –seven miles long,

    Into a sacred place where I’d rest my bones, just walk and heel my thought with the orchestra of natural sound.

    Strangest visions in my life appeared before me,

    Tones of gold under the crusts of the beaded white stone, that was land locked for billions of years,

    My senses grew, those unseen stones, I’ve seen before, 

    Where people think, was untouched by other generations because they could never reach the shores. 

    

   This mighty Island of gorge, I stayed a month or more,

   Studying the natural habitat, especially our mother’s nature call the loon, with medicine of glory to cure my sores,

   At a hut, in a Garden of Eden, the blackened boron, king of his domain, though each other to share, still I had to settle a score,

   And chased the dog, to my last cross, on a rock in the forks of the road. 

  

    Finely, I heard the echo, and perched at the height of a bog, the Elder Eagle Catcher,  my brother Len,  and four cubs he’s standing beside,   

    Then one bear carrying a loaf of bread, and fish I left to thaw and pondered on to hide,

    That delinquent child reminded me of a scripture I read in the Holy Bible, but he was here before my time, that’s why I’ll never ever get sore,

    On the end, I did stand, where my people stood before, 

     Then I saw the remains of an ancient site, Beothics, Mic’mac, Eskimo where they would mate, and eat the bearing fruit and divided mankind into the fourth. 

   Composed Dec.10, 2005 at the closing of the Trails of Life. 

                                          

       

    

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AUTUMN MORNING

Th the silence of the morning  Nature will  only be showing its final colors  before sleeping its life  under the Winter crust.

HUMILITY

Wanqwajite’teken—Humility:
Humility is to know yourself as a sacred part of Creation. In the Mi’kmaq language, this word can also mean "compassion." You are equal to others, but you are not better. Some communities instead express this with 
Wantaqo’ti, which in addition to "peace" can also be translated as "calmness," "meekness," "gentility" or "patience."

THE RAVEN

It has been said that the Raven, or gjiga'qaquj ,  offers spiritual vision  to those he likes.

Raven can be a Magician , a transformer causing change , and a potent force . 

Be careful.......he can  be a trickster.

He is also said to help humans  in the encounters with supernatural beings.

Indeed, he is companion to clouds and inhabitant of the tress.

He waits for his students. If you do not see him , then perhaps you are not ready.

Are these true traits? You decide.

Often Raven has simply been a friend to this White Wolf. 

He has stirred inspiration within me , as I made my Journey into Silence.

GIVE ME SEPTEMBER

Some folk I know prefer the spring .
Others like it when song birds sing.
Some look at the winter glee.
But give me September.
Then gone is every insect pest,
Moskitos, mints and all the rest.
Those days I love the best,
But, give me September.
I noted one day on a gravel way ,
A sample of grit that was rare,
A bold seedling pine,
With needles so fine ,
It's life span strived to be there.
And the Parry Osprey on it south leading wings ,
Breast the air in tooting and talking .
It's affairs worked hard all summer long.
The ant like the bee ,
In industry ,
Does labour the whole summer long .
With respect sincere and ,
The winter severe ,
It's life span, too ,
It strives to prolong.
In this life of woe every thing likes to hang on,
And those healed dear ,
While passing down here,
You're not forgotten soon after your gone.
VJM/Nina Se'ke'j (Spirit of the White Wolf)

BREATH FROM THE HEART

Breath  from the heart and send energy you don't need into a cascade  of sunshine ,

even if you don't see the sun .

It is there....for you.

I feel your breathing ..

Feel the Earth breathing.

Blessings, as the Creator watches all the time.

SPIRITUAL SPRING CLEANING

SPIRITUAL  SPRING  CLEANING

Sometimes we need to spring clean our Inner Selves, and purify Mind, Body , and Spirit.

I like to spend time with Nature to renew my thoughts and to embrace all my senses, or to take  a trip to the Spirit World during an ancient sacred ceremony.

No two people walk the same Path in life. One has to respect the other's Path.

Also, some life experiences are between a person and Creator, the same as a fast...very personal.....and not easy to convey. One must respect and understand that words cannot express some journeys.

But, you can find wisdom in nature, if you listen.

When I confine myself to the heart of Mother  Earth, I become strong in Spirit and with a sacred object can visualize a healing which can echo at a great distance. Our own destiny and spirit within nature can provide healing.

Thus, sometimes people should be alone in Nature.