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Native Indian Rite of Passage

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Do you know the legend of the Cherokee Indian youth’s rite of Passage? His father takes him into the forest, blindfolds him and leaves him alone. He is required to sit on a stump the whole night and not remove the blindfold until the rays of the morning sun shine through it. He cannot cry out for help to anyone Once he survives the night, he is a MAN.

He cannot tell the other boys of this experience, because each lad must come into manhood on his own. The boy is naturally terrified. He can hear all kinds of noises. Wild beasts must surely be all around him. Maybe even some human might do him harms. The wind blew the grass and earth, and shook his stump, but he sat stoically, never removing the blindfold. It would be the only way he could become a man!

Finally, after a horrific night the sun appeared and he removed his blindfold. It was then that he discovered his father sitting on the stump next to him. He had been at watch the entire night, protecting his son from harm. We, too, are never alone. Even when we don’t know it, God is watching over us, sitting on the stump beside us. When trouble comes, all we have to do is reach out to Him. If you liked this story, pass it on. If not, you took off your blindfold before dawn.

Rito de pasaje de un Indio Nativo

¿Conoces la leyenda del rito del pasaje de la Juventud a la adultes de un indio Cherokee? Su padre lo lleva al bosque, con los ojos Vendados y le deja en paz. Está Obligado un Sentarse en un tronco toda la noche y no quitar la venda de los ojos hasta que los rayos del sol de la mañana brillen a traves de ella. El No Puede pedir ayuda a nadie Una vez que sobrevive a la noche, el se convierte en un hombre.

No puede contar a los otros chicos sobre esta experiencia, ya que cada joven debe entrar en la masculinidad por su cuenta. El niño es naturalmente aterrorizado. El Puede oír toda clase de ruidos. Las Fieras, sin duda, PASEAN a su alrededor. Quizas algun humano le puede hacer daño. El viento sopla la hierba y la tierra, y sacude la cepa, pero se sienta estoicamente, nunca quita la venda de los ojos. Sera la unica manera en qué podra convertirse en un hombre!

Por ultimo, despues de una noche horrible y aparece el sol, se quita la venda de los ojos. Es entonces cuando descubre un su padre sentado en un tronco junto a el. Ha estado ahi toda la noche, protegiendo a su hijo de cualquier daño. Nosotros tambien, nunca estamos solos. Aun cuando no lo sabemos, Dios esta velando por nosotros, sentado en el tronco A NUESTRO lado. Cuando los problemas vienen, todo lo que tenemos que hacer es llegar a El. Si te ha gustado esta historia puedes transmitirla. Si no, quitese la venda antes del amanecer.

Translation courtesy of Graciela

Comments on: "Native Indian Rite of Passage" (16)

  1. Cherokee this is a beautiful story. It means keep the faith even if we can’t see with our own eye someone is always going to be looking after you. Angels, family members, spirit guides, and our lord take great care of us. Thanks this was lovely.:D

  2. This is indeed a beautiful story teaching us that we are not alone even when we are blind to this fact. I love the wisdom contains in this story. Indeed, we are never alone for our father, the great one is watching over us. Thank you Cherokee for sharing this very precious story. I love coming to your site always a lot to learn. I really appreciate your generosity in teaching us unconditionally and showing us THE WAY. I will share this story with others following in your intention. Many blessings and love to you.

  3. Thanks, lovely to read after spending an hour at the dentist having the first part of a root canal filling done!
    Love Susanxx

  4. Dear Cherokee Billie, as always your messages are thought provoking and beautiful, thank you. I have also just read The Doors – when I saw the title I immediately thought of the Doors and Jim Morrison – and then read the article, more thinking needed, thank you! Hope you are well, love Liz

  5. I LOVE IT !!!!

    Thank you Cherokee, you are the best !
    the message came in a very right moment.
    I’ll definitely pass it on

    Thanks 😉
    Love

  6. It’s working…Yeah!! I see last message just deleted i.e.
    public/private Michael…so much was there but I trust deletions and re-entries, new entries and timing..sometimes kicking and screaming and sometimes not:). I’m so happy about this entry, I think we all needed
    a little “He’s still there” feeling. I want to share a beautiful
    bunch of students…I don’t do “links” yet like you all with
    those neat green connections you give , but my google
    page had these delightful students. If interested go to You Tube and then enter PS22 Chorus…there are 2 dear
    Michael Jackson songs and sentiments from these
    children and all the love and heart Michael wishes
    for in his music and the gifts of music to all of us…they
    are so precious…just hit see all PS22 chorus entries when
    you get them and you’ll see the MJ ones..also tons of other
    nice songs for a little joy break…Love again to all…
    thank you for each and every sharing….Sarah

    Dear Michael, Thank you so for the music and the all the
    loves. These children PS22 Chorus give the dearest
    affirmation of your love and gifts to us all. Thank you, thank
    you. Prayers always, Sarah

  7. Yes, God is watching over us, with intimacy, as in the story “It was then that he discovered his father sitting on the stump next to him. ” Let’s don’t forget that God is the closest and dearest to us!

  8. Oh that was very pretty 🙂 Thank you Cherokee.

  9. I posted this message on my facebook, that has hundred of followers! Thanks Again for the lovely messages.

    You are appreciated, never mind what happen earlier today. I apologize for taking out my anger on you, i think …or…I thought i had passed the grieving process of my dad. i guess I need more time
    Light and love
    Jamie

  10. Nice story! Nice lesson! I think the natives are very wise.. with their calmness and simplicity they theach us a lot..

    Light and Love to all of you ^_^

  11. i was wondering the same thing

  12. this is a wonderfull story.. for me for example I allways felt Archangel Michael by my side since so many years..and I know some way he had protected me in many ocations..
    God allways find someway to protect his kids for the time it should be for each one.. and when its time to go HOME.. God calls us..

  13. I loved this story.

    If we only would see with our minds, if we only could listen and trust our inner self, maturity would be gained. Thus, we would not be so controlled by fear – until fear becomes us.

    We need to learn how to understand ourselves more and some things only we can learn by ourselves. But we are not alone. God is always with us. The valuable experiences we learn we share with others, but first, every man has to learn his own lessons on his own.

    Cherokee Billie, thank you for sharing this with us.

    Peace and Love to All
    Gudrun

  14. Lovely rite… When I was in high school I read a story about this in Language Arts but I love the comparison that you added about God and the father. I always have in my mind and I’m a true believer that God is always watching me every single second and knows what I do and what I haven’t done.

    Sometimes I just start speaking with him and thank him for being so merciful with me and my family. Thank you for sharing such a lovely rite of a boy passing through adolescence from childhood with us, I know that Native Americans people have a wonderful culture especially that they live in harmony with Mother Nature, which many people don’t even care about.

    Thank you for sharing your wisdom and many blessings to you and your love ones.

  15. Thank you for this.
    I have to constantly remind myself that though sometimes I get lonely, I am truly never alone.

    • It’s true that you are never alone. Our angels and God our with us at all times, we just can’t see that they are. Thank you for your comment.
      Many blessings,
      Cherokee Billie

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