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From Native American Series “Beyond Dreams”
A fictionalized story of a far away land and people of yesteryear
Once upon a time, there lived a wise and gentle people off the shores of a bountiful river. The Pearoquois were a kind and handsome people… that lived in peace with their neighbors… as there were many people such as the Pearoquois but of different makeup.
On this rich and bountiful land that was given to them by the Great Spirit … that provided all their needs . The Pearoquois were great care takers of this magic land… mother earth… taking from the land only what was needed to survive and live in love and peace… bartering with each other and their neighbors. The elk and the deer were only taken when needed for food, clothes, shelter. Always blessing the animal spirits so they could return and give thanks to the Great Spirit in the sky that cared for them.
For generation after generation, after generation they lived on their land, as they laughed, danced and gave thanks to the Great Spirit in the sky who blessed them with children, wisdom, health, and love. The years passed and then one day a young stranger appeared on their land… sick, dirty, cold and hungry. What to do with this stranger that was so different from them in dress, manner, and language.
As they were a kind and generous people with all their neighbors and each other … as they respected each others rights… man, woman, or child were all respected and honoured as a blessing from the Great Spirit… with malice towards none. They washed, fed, and nursed him back to health, and as the months passed the young stranger became stronger and stronger and was able to travel again. Without really understanding each other the Pearoquois waved good-bye to him as he waved back as he left their village.
Life went on with the Pearoquois as they resumed their lives in peace and happiness always giving thanks to the Great Spirit for the food they fished from the bountiful river, and the elk and deer and of course for their beautiful gardens that produced all their staple, as no one went hungry. The years came and went and often there were discussions and wonderment of what became of that long, long ago stranger that had visit their humble village… that was rich in love, peace, and bounty for all.
Then one day from their beautiful woods there appeared a long trail of smoke in a strange large dark human form… in a cloud that reached to the Great Spirit in the sky, or so they thought… it could be seen from the humble village and frightened many of the Pearoquois. What could it be … what was this strange omen. A hunting party was organized to go and investigate this strange sign in the sky.
They came upon a huge campfire with so many strange looking people , but recognized that long, long ago stranger as he came to greet them, raising his hand in the sign of peace. They soon came to understand that the stranger and the people with him only wanted to cross through their lands in peace, as they were on their way to the Great Divide, the Pearoquois knew very little of the lands beyond their own… Only when bartering with their neighbors did they leave their lands and ventured only to near by villages of their neighbors to the north and to the south and knew nothing of the lands that laid to the east or the west of them. These were kind and gentle people that were satisfied with their bountiful lands and their lives, that all the Pearoquois worked as care takers… earning their living with their craftsmanship, the sweat of their brow… and only seek to live in peace and harmony. As the Pearoquois met in council to discuss these strangers… they came to agree to let them pass through and also gifted the strangers with vegetables, corn and wheat, and slices of elk, from their storage bins… The strangers looked to be respectful, and honourable as they crossed the lands of the Pearoquois waving the sign of peace as they went by.
Remember this is a fictionalized story of a fictional people called the Pearoquois
The years came and went summers turn to falls… and winters became springs and the Pearoquois lived in peace harmony and love and cared for mother earth, and life was good.
Then one dark and rainy day strangers from the east came into their lands taking what suited them… taking without asking… firing their fire sticks that brought death and destruction to all who opposed them.
For you see they were in pursuit of the magic yellow rocks that covered some lands of the Pearoquois… yellow stones that for generations the Pearoqouis had used to barter with each other and with their neighbors… The precious yellow metal used to make trinkets and crafted into beautiful bracelets, and such.
The sweet way of life of the Pearoquois was over, led by that stranger of so so, long…ago… now old and with a long white beard. He leads his ugly and dirty cohorts bringing greed, disease, distrust, and violence which was unknown to the Pearoquois. They violate the lands and the Native Americans.
As the sun starts to set the last of the Pearoquois… sheds a tear for a way of life, a people the Pearoquois gone from this magic land once called… Amerika
c Reynaldo 2013