FROM THE BEGINNING .......THERE IS NO END

Fading from the beginning, there’s no end...
Upon arriving, struggling to attain proper health, our fore fathers engaged in travels on the wilderness area of this vast growing island, with artistic people that adopted to change and progress, to its dream that some day we would have FREEDOM.
We wanted a healthy and safe home and settlement to rear our children’s children .
The Mi'kmaw people should stand proud, in NL. and throughout Canada.
The rest of the world can study . We are, an unknown land, people, and resource development that took place over decades to acquire the fundamental values of a people.
Today we maintain a history of trails and grave sites of those people who fostered the respect of other nations on the land, and we uphold the teaching from Mother Earth .
We are so grateful to have this rock for our sacred bundles, our life and land.
You would have only to read two short stories to grasp living and dying and in this neck of the woods…
Pikto'l Ji'm Miu's / Victor James Muise

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."

BETWEEN TWO WORLDS

I was starting my spiritual Journey, but  I got lost between the two worlds of  listening and hearing.

An Elder told me if I was lost and could't  find  my path,  to use all my senses at one time and in the simplest state of mind, body and spirit.

I was in my fourth stage of life ( 28 years old), trying to grasp the meaning of what the Elder was   telling me.  I had much respect for him and listened  all the time.

So I took a walk beneath a sacred place where my people once lived in harmony with nature, and I thought of what the Elder had told me.

After walking for some time I came upon a small creek and some unknown force of the  wind from the East gently flushed down through my body and surrounded me in all seven directions.

 It took me a while to understand why this was all happening.   I know the seven directions of the sacred pipe, But the most important direction was myself, that I was not humbled or in balance nor in a simple state.

Then I looked up to thank the Creator and a sea gull flew by dropping a sea shell on the bank of the creek, so I took it and put the shell to my ear and I could hear the sound of the ocean .

I asked myself why I had left  my ocean home, those ample depths of blue, and up the river I would roam  so fully I would rue.

Then I sat on an old fallen birch tree and started hearing the ripples of the creek and birds chirping in the wilderness.

I could smell the Earth around me, looking to the west and the sun's  thousands of shades.  Then I started to finally smile as the evening grew near.

At the same time I  touched the bark of the fallen tree to the North and a vision rushed to my hearts content.

 A wigwam , the  home of my ancestors...... I  could sense their presence,  and was once again content with myself.

I glanced  my eyes at the stump of the fallen tree to the South and to my surprise I counted seven tiny birch trees growing in the cycle of nature and I then could sense all my relations.

At this time my heart was beating faster and could hear what the Elder was telling me at the closing of the day….

And I understood. 


Composed April 7 /2014 Pikto'l Sa'ke'j Muise

ODE TO THE TRAILS

Long before the great world wars, Old Mose Muise and many more, came upon this rock. They struggled through the two, and left a mighty flock.
Our parties grew in seasons after our arrival, Over the seas, rivers, and snowcap mountains, with levels of natural fruits, nourishing our survival. Redman, once and still, only claiming medicine from those mother roots, Now lay to rest alongside!
Other countries searching for whales, cod or fame came , and left again and again and again. Upon the rocks, called mounds, no one could ever claim, left a mark in life, now nothing remains the same.
On the land so pure and free, the forest of white and black bears. The hopping of the artic hare, The cycle of the caribou, then sometimes rare, We ate salmon, beaver, eels and seal with our natural tea you see, oh! Our health so fine, Tis, to multiply our kind, the ancient ones canoed here for a long, long time!
Fore Freedom we had before, Here In NEWFOUNDLALD.
Landlocked down from all else, He gave us this all free, Now after wandering these centuries, we cannot survive, by the sea, or our pulp and paper drives, Our marble, and oil won’t fail this time... it is the end, Not just for me! But for the young and old we sent back out to sea.
In all life we only own, What elders leave behind. When poverty struck beneath this dome, It changed our course in time!
Those darkest days are long but gone, Now modern ways we call upon, No stones are left beneath the earth, that could ever tell all the tales, Still, all that death and all that healing, we.
Fore Freedom we had before, Here in NEWFOUNDLAND.
Composed (Remembrance Day) Nov.11, 2005
Victor James Muise Jr. III (Pikto'l Sa'ke'j Muise)

THE VISION

I sat,  singing a slow chant, and  whispered:

"All that I see will come together,
as if it was united.
 They are  my Brothers'  and Sisters' Mother Earth".

 I was awakened  to the voice of the echo of the Call of the Wild,  a loon.....

.Pikto'l Sa'ke'j Muise.… VJM.

SPIRITUAL WARRIOR

          Water Prayer for Survival

Where once the Red Man frequented hard by the water ways,

Now our warrior saga remains the same, as our ways are  entrenched in the Spiritual Being.

O Great Spirit, who is well in the Spirit Land known as the Universe, look down upon your people the Mi'kmaq Nation. We live here on Mother Earth.  Hear our words. Because CREATOR we have learned to  believe with the Highest Respect.

The law you have set forth. We ask that you bring to us this day, good spirit from the Four Directions: East, South, West,  and North.... So that  we can put blend our minds , and   our lives  will be one heart before we leave.

Bless us with understanding, strength,  and compassion,  and may we always walk in beauty, the path that you made for us..

.Pikto'l...(Ancient Spirit of the White Wolf )

THE HEALER

    'Healing One's Life'

Healing one's mind over twenty five years:

With the use of your hands,

With the breath of Silence,

With the imagery at present.

Spiritual protection to beat the drum in four Directions.

Which means to return to the Spirit World.

Don't stay there.... return  to the path you're most comfortable with.

 (Matnakkewinu)... Fighter to preserve life to the fullest...

( Ancient Spirit of the White Wolf)