Many have asked me or inquired elsewhere about this web sites beginning,,,so I will tell  all.

About six or seven years ago I met a man whose name was Rolling Thunder..in another site where I was assistant manager.....We decided to build our own place as the one there was not what we felt was right so we made this one..I did all the hard work while he painted and added pictures (lol) After a few years and getting to know him and his family  I felt this place was invencible but found out different, Some bad people came in and almost destroyed our place...but their reason was because we were not real indians. So Rolling Thunder left soon after that because he had started teaching in a way I did not want to know of....not wicca but half that and half indian mixed... So I was on my own for a year ior so...and had build the members back up ....and one night Mamthesonak came to chat...and soon we became friends and he began to help me on here a lot. He was a great teacher and everyone loved him . After a year or so he made a mistake and decided he wanted to be out on his own. It wasnt long until he found out its not so easy by yourself so he came back....and the rest is history....wado

My grandpa came home, one spring day with his sweat stained work shirt stuffed with baby rabbits! I sat on the back step, with the wriggling creatures in my lap. Stroking their silken coats, and I listened to his rabbit story.

When the ground is tilled for the first time each year, the chicken hawks fly in lazy circles behind the horses and plow. As the blade rips into the earths crust, the birds plunge down for their dinner of field mice, or in this case, baby rabbits, that are frightened out of the plows path. Upon noticing the scatter of bunnies and realizing their certain death, my Grandpa stopped the horses and leapt to the rabbit's rescue. The tiny rabbits darted and dodged in their terror. As the hawks descended on them, my Grandpa ran to their defense. His clumsy race against the swift predators was hampered by the ankle deep mire of soggy earth. But he snatched up all the little creatures and nested them safely inside his shirt.

When he finished telling his story, we both laughed and he shook his head . He said yhat ke imagined that anyone of his neighbors having a view of the incident would have surely thought him crazy.

We enjoyed the baby rabbits for a short time that afternoon, stroking and cuddling them. Then he and I walked down to the wood pile…and set them free.

My admiration for my Grandpa, was so great, and I knew that from that one  moment,this would lasted me forever...even his lifetime and beyond. And on that refreshing spring day, the compassion that I  had for him in my life, had gained so much more love for him.. He was a carpenter and a mechanic. He worked as a farmer and a ranch hand. He was a musician and a restless warrior. He was my Grandpa, he was an inspiration and my teacher. I miss him a lot.  love little annie

IT IS THE WAY 

"Take only what ye need."  When ye take the deer do not take the best.  Take the smaller and the slower and then the deer will grow stronger and always give you meat.  Pa-Koh the panther knows and so must ye.   "O Ti-bi, the bees stores more than he can use.... and so he is, robbed by the bear, and the Coon... and the Cherokee.

It is so with people who store and fat them-selves with more than their share.  They will have it taken from them.  And there will be wars over it..., and they will make long, talks, trying to hold more than their share.  They will say a flag stands for their right to do this... and men will die because of the words and the flag... but they will not change the rules of THE (CHEROKEE) WAY