From: <NOBR>Birddog4088</NOBR>  (Original Message)

Sent: 06/07/2007 22:37

Way of the Warrior CODE OF HONOR HONESTY AND JUSTICE Be acutely honest throughout your dealings with all people. Believe in justice, not from other people, but from yourself. To the true Warrior, there are no shades of gray in the question of honesty and justice. There is only right and wrong. POLITE COURTESY A Warrior has no reason to be cruel. They do not need to prove their strength. A Warrior is courteous even to his enemies. Without this outward show of respect, we are nothing more than animals. HEROIC COURAGE Rise up above the masses of people who are afraid to act. Hiding like a turtle in a shell is not living at all. A Warrior must have heroic courage. It is absolutely risky, It is dangerous. It is living life completely, fully, wonderfully. Heroic courage is not blind, it is intelligent and strong. HONOR A true Warrior has only one judge of honor, and this is himself. Decisions you make and how these decisions are carried out are a reflection of whom you truly are. You cannot hide from yourself. COMPASSION Through intense training the Warrior becomes quick and strong. He is not as other men. He develops a power that must be used for the good of all. He has compassion. He helps his fellow man at every opportunity. If an opportunity does not arise, he goes out of his way to find one. COMPLETE SINCERITY When a Warrior has said he will perform an action, it is as good as done. Nothing will stop him from completing what he has said he will do. He does not have to "give his word." He does not have to "promise." DUTY AND LOYALTY For the Warrior, having done some "thing" or said some "thing," he knows he owns that "thing." He is responsible for it, and all the consequences that follow. A Warrior is immensely loyal to those in his care, to those he is responsible for, he remains fiercely true.   ( How time has changed .....for some  ) Walk in peace Peace and blessings top all that seek...

Links for Native American

 

 

1.  http://groups.msn.com/Aronamus
2. http:///www.spiritualnetwork.net/native
3. http://groups.msn.com/NativeAmericanResource
4. http://groups.msn.com/ONEOFMANYFEATHERS
5. http://groups.msn.com/GhostWalkersNativeCommunity
6. http://groups.msn.com/NATIVEAMERICANSPIRITSRISING
7. http://groups.msn.com/NativeSpirituality
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A Grandfather's Story

There was Grandfather, his little grandson often came in the evenings to sit at his knee and ask the many questions that children ask. One day the grandson came to his Grandfather with a look of anger on his face.

Grandfather said, “ Come, sit, tell me what has happened today.”

The child sat and leaned his chin on his Grandfather’s knee.Looking up into the wrinkled, nut brown face and the kind dark eyes; the child’s anger turned to tears.

The boy said, “I went to the town today with my father, to trade the furs he has collected over the past several months. I was happy to go, because father said that since I had helped him with the trapping, I could get something for me.  Something that I wanted.

I was so excited to be in the trading post, I have not been there before.  I looked at many things and finally found a metal knife! It was small, but a good size for me. So father got it for me.”

Here the boy laid his head against his Grandfather’s knee and became silent. The Grandfather, softly placed his hand on the boys raven hair and said, “and then what happened?”.  Without lifting his head, the boy said, “I went outside to wait for father, and to admire my new knife in the sunlight. Some town boys came by and saw me, they got all around me and started saying bad things.

They call me dirty and stupid and said that I should not have such a fine knife.  The largest of these boys, pushed me back and I fell over one of the other boys. I dropped my knife and one of them snatched it up and they all ran away laughing."

Here the boy’s anger returned, “I hate them, I hate them all !!!”

The Grandfather, with eyes that have seen too much, lifted his grandson’s face so his eyes looked into the boys. Grandfather said, “Let me tell you a story. I too, at times have felt a great hate for those that have taken so much, with no sorrow for what they do. But hate wears you down, and does not hurt your enemy.  It is like taking poison and wishing your enemy would die. I have struggled with these feelings many times. It is as if there are two wolves inside me, one is white and one is black. The white wolf is good and does no harm. He lives in harmony with all around him and does not take offense when no offense was intended. But will only fight when it is right to do so, and in the right way.

But, the black wolf is full of anger. The littlest thing will set him off into a fit of temper. He fights everyone, all the time, for no reason. He cannot think because his anger and hate are so great. It is helpless anger, for his anger will change nothing. Sometimes it is hard to live with these two wolves inside me, for both of them try to dominate my spirit.”

The boy looked into his Grandfather’s eyes, and asked, “Which one wins Grandfather?”

The Grandfather, smiled and said, “The one I feed.”

 

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