When I was growing up I was told I was part Osage Indian, one quarter.
My father was given away when he was an infant, to his mother’s sister to raise. Supposedly, his mother didn’t want a boy. I met her once, when she came with a husband and two children, both a boy and a girl, to visit, about the only contact any of us ever had with her. When she died I recall my mother telling me she’d left each of us $1.00 in her will, then told me it was an insult and that the woman had effectively cut us out of her will by doing so.
The aunt that brought him up also had two daughters, and at Christmas time when my father was a boy he would see them get new bikes and things while he got nothing. This is what my mother narrated to me about what he had shared with her about his experience.
His father was a Native American which he knew little about.
Upon asking him about the Osage Indians, when I was a child, I recall him saying “Those are the Arkansas Indians, honey”.
My mother said to me once that I was very lucky to have my dad for a father, and she quoted statistics about children who are sexually abused, one out of five.
Indeed I was very lucky to have my father for a father, who was a very good man, and humble.
I once looked up information about the Osage and found a page about them, but it said they were in Oklahoma, not Arkansas. I saw pictures of people but could not resonate. Those in the pictures were older people and they looked so beleaguered and broken, like the life force had been sucked out of them, and not quite of the spirit as I would have imagined.
I wanted to ask my father more about it. He was getting on in years and retired living over a river in Arkansas, the White River. I called him and what he told me shook up my world. He said he’d been talking to his aunt and whatever it was she told him made him believe that in fact we were probably Sioux, not Osage.
I was upset hearing it. How can you go from being Osage, thinking you were Osage all your life, then hearing now that you’re Sioux after all?
I went to work and shared it with a lady I worked with. She grew up on the rez… a rez in Michigan, I believe it was. She was like “Ah, hey, it’s all the same. Sioux is a Nation, Osage is a tribe”. So, I was satisfied in that… I guess, so I went on, now believing it must be Osage/Sioux that was my blood.
I talked about my dad’s father with my aunt in Arkansas many years ago who shared with me some information about my father’s father. She said his name was Davis and he lived on a river in Arkansas. I’m not sure which river she told me, and maybe she said it was the Arkansas River, and I’m not sure now if she said he lived on a house boat, but I think she did. She’s passed away now and so has my father so I can’t ask again.
It wouldn’t be long before my world would be turned around again, concerning my Native heritage.
SS, he is a member at a forum I used to belong to. He had posted about the Lost Cherokee of Arkansas, Cherokees on the Arkansas River, from which he also has Native blood, along with a link to their webpage, the webpage of the remnants of this Cherokee tribe who are trying so hard to get status and recognition. When I’d read at their site, it seems they were having some trouble with the Chickamauga, whom they said were stealing their claims and being deviant, dishonest, and treacherous.
So, there are Cherokee Natives in Arkansas?
I recall I had wanted to share the Cherokee Morning Song with SS, previous to this. When I clicked the link he posted and went to the site, the Cherokee Morning Song was playing. I thought ‘Well, SS has already seen and heard it then’.
My father was going by the best of his knowledge I’m sure, which was scant at best. He never had a computer or Internet and could not have done research by means of the Internet which is such a vast resource.
Lost Cherokee of Arkansas and Missouri
Cherokees on the Arkansas River
Who We Are
In the early 19th century, the traditional boundaries of the Cherokee began to be pushed from the eastern U.S., west across the Mississippi River to Arkansas and Missouri.
Through a series of moves by the federal government, the Cherokee would be moved again to Oklahoma.
However, many stayed on the Arkansas River,
remaining on the only lands the Cherokee of Arkansas and Missouri ever agreed to exchange for.
I highly doubt my father knew about the Cherokee in Arkansas, and had he I’m sure he would have considered it.
Back to the Cherokee Morning Song, the pictures.
There is a female in one of the pictures that is the carbon copy of a young loved one of mine, my young kin who is through the lineage of my father, and my father’s father.
This is the female in the video:
If I tried hard enough, I could probably get a better picture, because I’ve seen her face in the face of my young kin and I’ve seen the face of my young kin in hers.
Could this be my ancestor? Even my grandfather? Something inside whispers to me and I ache inside and tremendous emotions are stirring within but what is it?! What is it… what brings me near to tears… when I look at you.
Somehow, someway, these people are my family, my kin, my blood, my tribe, my brothers, and sisters, and I can feel them, their blood runs through my blood, through my spirit, and we are One.
Something so familiar. I know these people, and yet I’ve never met them, though they are a part of me and the spirit that moves within me.
I have to laugh at myself and lament at the same time. For all I know these could be the pictures of Apache or other Natives featured in this video, I can’t know. I only know what my insides relay to me, and it is very deep and strong, stirring the depths of my soul.
I still have pictures of the pow wow in my mind. I don’t know if I attended more than one, and I must have been very little, but I was there. All the dust kicking up as the Native dancers shook it up during their sacred Native dance. It was in a place that transcended time. Some place in the desert, isolated.
I was born and grew up in Arizona, among the Apache, Navajo, and Pima tribes.
Those days were not like these, there was a stillness, a spirit in the air and about, palpable, discernible, always moving, stirring within one’s soul.
The sun was bright, very bright, and Nature had its way, and that Spirit moved through Nature, and through the stillness, and through the Natives, and through me.
I was always ever listening for the spirit. Feeling it, letting it pass through me, touching it, relishing in it. Such a beautiful, tangible, mysterious and powerful Great Spirit.
I once brought up the story of being told I was Osage, then later Sioux, what the lady I worked with said, and what my aunt had told me, to a lady at another group, who was also of Native blood.
When she heard the mention of Davis she shared something with me. She is a bit of a historian though she calls herself a researcher. This is part of what she shared with me about the name Davis:
From Barb Lantto:
Pacahontas’ mother was Cherokee. Her father was “Mr. Powhatan”. Or Algonquian.all the people on the East Coast to beyond the Great Lakes were
Algonquin and they all spoke Algonquian. Everybody. It took me a while to catch on to how there was so much communication between what American History said were many separate tribes.I followed my people from Delaware to Virginia to
North Carolina to Clay County Kentucky and beyond.
After Poca ( Matoaca) was kidnapped , raped by the English and forgiven by the church, Most of those (her) people were massacred or poisoned. Poca’s sister, Nakita, managed to get a way to the Virginia Mountains.Her granddaughter married a DAVIS and had children. ( around 1660)Since that time Davis has been mostly Cherokee, clear to Texas, and Cherokee County Texas.
There is another part of the “Poca” story that I don’t devulge. to the public. I have been told, but I don’t tell.The tribe had to be built up from almost nothing.So there was much intermarrying and many children born. Today there are millions.of Cherokee or Pocahontas’ descendants.The Cherokee will say that if you have one drop of Cherokee , you are Cherokee. Poca’s mother was from Bear Creek of Virginia.
I wanted so much to look up and post some of what SS shared one day but I couldn’t find it, it’s like a needle in a haystack. There is a search feature at the forum he and I were both members at but it will only search words in thread titles and members names. It will also pull up everything that has the search term within a word. Now, imagine how many words have “SS” in them. Lots of words, I’ll tell you. It is boggling to sift through. If I took my time with it seriously, I could find it, but honestly after sorting through it for a while and each post I could locate of his I got tired of it and decided to proceed with my post without it.
In the meantime I was led to other information that had mention of the Cherokee, one of which I posted long ago, long before the notion that I could be Cherokee. I’d posted it for SS to see but he never replied and so I think he never did see it. I also found a post by him which I had never seen which related some of the same information. I don’t know the validity of the information but it is something to consider.
This, I had found long ago and posted, then reposted at the forum SS and I both belonged to.
The Manifest Destiny of the United States was created to expand the territory of the Aryans at the expense of the native populations. As always, the Illuminati seek to destroy native peoples and their cultures. This is an attempt to destroy their knowledge of God-Mind, as well as the possibility that the natives will impart this information on to others. Especially important is their need to eliminate native cultures with ancient knowledge of Atlantis and Lyrae.
The natives that gave them the most problem were the Cherokee Indians because this tribe retained most of their Atlantean knowledge, even accessing the Bear/Bigfoot frequency for information. For this reason, these people were uprooted from their homeland in the southern Appalachian Mountains, and forcibly marched to Oklahoma on what is now known as The Trail of Tears. Many died along the way. Only a remnant remained in North Carolina, Tennessee, and Georgia. In the north, the vast Iroquois/Mohawk nation was disbanded. The Montauk, direct descendents of the Atlanteans who call their leader Pharaoh, were systematically eliminated.
World War II was a test of the final globalization and extermination projects. It was also designed to test mind-control machinations; to test the use of fluoride which deadens brain activity and slows resistance to authority; to experiment with slave labor camps and study the development of resistance; and to teach the masses to spy and report on one another.
this is the atlantean tribe!
Derived from the Cherokee term “Ani-kituhwagi” meaning “people of the Kituwah” the name Keetoowah has become synonymous with the conservative “fullblood” element of the Cherokee Nation. It is believed that the Kituwah settlement was the original nucleus of the Cherokee people in the mountains of North Carolina along the highland regions of Cherokee Homelands. Benny Smith, Cherokee Elder, agrees with this definition, ” It is highly probable that Keetoowah was derived from “go-doo”, a Cherokee word meaning on top, on the surface, or uppermost. The mother settlement of the Ancient Cherokee was called Kituwah, which is now Keetoowah, and was located in the uplands “Go-doos” is often used to refer to the highlands in relations to the low bottomlands or prairie lands.
Although Kituwah was synonymous with the older mother towns, the story of the origins of Kituwah goes much farther back in Cherokee history. According to legend, the Cherokee people originated from an island in the Atlantic Ocean somewhere east of South America where they were continually plagued by attacks from neighboring peoples. In spite of the fact they were heavily outnumbered, the Cherokee were consistently victorious in their struggles. One enemy saw in the plume of smoke from the Cherokee encampment an eagle bearing arrows in it’s claws, became convinced that the Cherokee were the divine’s chosen people and withdrew the assault. According to the same legend, the breathgiver did indeed grant the Cherokee unlimited and mysterious powers. Their wise men were accorded the special gift of being able to interpret and act upon the breathgivers wishes.
As time passed, this ancient and mysterious clan of wise men became known as the “Ani-Kutani”. Because of their mysterious powers and control over the forces of nature, the Ani-Kutani totally controlled the religious function of the Cherokee Nation. The Ani-Kutani grew to be a clan among the Cherokee, as opposed to a society, because their power and position had become hereditary. As the powers granted to the Ani-Kutani were granted by special dispensation from the divine breathgiver, they were only to be used for the best interests of the people.
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n Slavery in the Cherokee Nation
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Then again, maybe it was he who was surmising that these were an atlantean tribe. hmm, don’t know.
Makes for a mystical mystery though. I wish I could recall the things I’ve read of Atlantis. I def read that there were red skinned people there, and also that they escaped the doom ahead of time. Would have to find all that again.
May The Breath Of The Great Spirit Move Through Nature And Through You.
Cherokee Morning Song