Before Crazy Horse allowed his people to be herded to the reservation he observed a vision quest , a hanblecheyapi, (a cry for vision) on the summit of Bear Butte, the most sacred mountain of the Lakota People, now a National Park in the South Dakota.  He took with him only a few things:  the flags of the Four Directions, his sacred pipe and tobacco of kinnikinniek and red willow, a buffalo robe, some sage, and a little food for the spirits.  He purified himself according to ancient traditions and performed a complete submission of his ego.   His Crazy Horse made a sacred circle with his tobacco.  He covered the inside of the circle with sage and placed the flags of the Four Directions in their respective places:  black to the West, white to the North, yellow to the East, and red to the South.  He left his breechcloth and the food that he had brought for the spirits outside the sacred circle, carrying only his buffalo robe, his sacred pipe and tobacco inside with him.  He prayed the sacred prayers of his people.  He prayed special prayers for the challenge before him.  "Great Mysterious, have pity on me that my people may live"  and "What should I and what can I do for my people?"  He cried to the Seven Directions, to the Seven Sacred Circles (circles of things to come), and the two remaining circles, the Circles that are unspoken.  Wrapped in his buffalo robe he prayed all night until sunrise.  He felt one with all and felt the presence of Wakan Tanka speaking to him.  He remained this way for three days when a great thunderstorm came out to the West.  The lightening and hail crashed within in feet around him, but he remained unmoved, untouched and unharmed.  Though the Thunder Beings surrounded him, he was deeply at peace.  On the next morning he awakened to a brilliant beautiful morning.  A sparrow hawk circled close above him and spoke directly to him in a way that was clear and unmistakable.  At the hawk's direction, he arose and stood upon Bear Butte to receive one of the greatest visions of the future, ever entrusted to his People.  His soul flew with the hawk as it showed him things to come.  He saw his people living in run down shacks on the outskirts of the white man's villages, hungry, despised and dispirited.  He saw his brothers overcome by whiskey.  He saw his people doing the chores of the white man, not with the joy of serving, but with a great weariness that seemed excruciating.  His heart was sore, his spirit sickened.  From a brilliant light, a voice spoke to him:  "This had to be," it said.  "But it will pass away for all the people of the earth must gather together like the geese that fly together in springtime. . . .  Watch now, and be alert to see!"    He turned his gaze to the boundless prairies.  They were no longer the same.  Much of the golden and green hair of Grandmother (earth) was gone.  She was covered with great cobwebs (we know them today as high voltage power lines) and there were strange black ribbons going in every direction that had not been there before (we know these today to be asphalt highways).  He was very confused.  As his vision intensified he saw small bugs upon the black ribbons moving at great speeds.  "What could this be?" His Crazy Horse wondered to himself.  The bugs even carried people and, to his amazement, some were even Lakota.  Soon a great darkness spread over the Earth.  He could hear the agonies of war, as young men died in a far-reaching battle, some were Lakota.  He saw great agony and families weeping.  He saw the wars over and great rebuilding.  In the skies, he could see great silver birds, as he had never seen before, strange new birds that even appeared to have lights at night.  People were living in square buildings and were unhappy.  He wondered why they no longer lived in circles, for only in circles could they find happiness!  He then saw a second great war, a whole city destroyed in one great flash of fire and smoke.. The noises were deafening.  After this war things were better for his people.  They were dancing and doing ceremonies and singing the songs that strengthened their hearts.  Things were better but far from good.  They had adopted many of the white man's ways, they lived in square buildings and there was still a strong wall between his Lakota people and white man.   Once again the Earth seemed shrouded in darkness, but this time there was a strong light slowly coming from the East and before it was the morning star with nine points.  His Crazy Horse knew it represented the nine Sacred Circles of things to come.  Destruction had covered the earth, but in the center of this desolation a sacred herb of his People began to grow and it grew into a great tree.  New life was emerging "with the branches full of flowers and singing birds" and the branches were filled with the sacred symbols of all the religions of the world.  Spirit people blessed the tree.  Below the tree in a circle "Spirit People and Totem Animals were dancing and singing as if they had all the joy in the world but could not contain it."  His Crazy Horse knew that this glorious world of life was the “World of Spirit�?-the real world of his People.  At the same time he saw the manmade world struggle and it was full of sorrow (Wasi'chu).  While he watched some people of the manmade world began to stretch their hands, hearts and minds toward the spirit world.  Those who saw the light began to proclaim it to others, but most would not listen and remained in their dull and morose state.  But for those who were ready for “The World of Light�? beauty began to replace ugliness and joy and wonder returned to the Earth.   His Crazy Horse could see their faces changing, for under the sacred tree, they danced in the light, and true understanding was beginning to radiate from their beings.  They were ready for the dawn of a new understanding, a NEW TIME, a new age. The people dancing under the tree were Lakota but also people of all colors (the colors of the four directions) and races and they were all radiating the joy that had returned to Earth.  All of this His Crazy Horse could not understand, for in some sacred and wonderful way they were all united though different and he had never seen this before.  The differences were distinct, yet they were all part of a greater circle.  As he watched the circle as it was joined by more and more until it was so large that the sound of their singing was all that could be heard.  He knew that this rebirth was a very good sign.  The time of renewal had come, and the knowledge of this warmed his heart.  His vision was complete and it was time to return to his People. When Crazy Horse returned, Chief, Worm, insisted that all Indian People must unite and resist the white man.  He believed in the vision of His Crazy Horse but did not feel others could be trusted until this new age had come.  Then the old medicine carrier reminded this one what White Buffalo Calf Woman had told the People about this renewal long ago.  The old medicine carrier instructed His Crazy Horse to teach the young men to be a strong example of Lakota manhood -- not only for their time, but for the time of renewal to come.   His Crazy Horse, the Lakota visionary and warrior that had miraculously  won and survived 22 battles with the U.S. Army, became a teacher of peace.  He taught that being Indian was not the percentage of Indian blood in ones body, as there were full blooded Indians who had become like the white man in every way, but it is easy to know who a true Indian is, because it is a matter of the heart.  About a year later he was killed, in a deception, at Fort Robinson, Nebraska, in 1877, he lived barely thirty-three years