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I believe you are correct. I have had someone point out that it also closely resembles a juvenile bald eagle. Eagle is one of the clans of my people. It is possible that was the bird that I saw although perhaps and it has been suggested that seeing it triggered a vision of the thunderbird.
Originally posted by whiteraven
reply to post by NephraTari
The main point of your sighting was not to identify a Thunderbird or not. I would say that the sighn given to you is your ancestors asking you to look into your family background. Find out about not only your cultural roots but also any genetic commonality that you may need to find out about or discover.
The idea of looking at family history with your doctor comes to my spirit...heart...diabetes...heart disease....with you or your children or Grandchildren...
Hope this helps you.
[edit on 8-6-2008 by whiteraven]
The Offering of the Pipe, from Black Elk Speaks:
Hey hey! Hey hey! Hey hey! Hey hey!
Hey hey! Hey hey! Hey hey! Hey hey!
Grandfather, Great Spirit, you have been always, and before you no one has been.
There is no other one to pray to but you.
You yourself, everything that you see, everything has been made by you.
The star nations all over the universe you have finished.
The four quarters of the earth you have finished.
The day, and in that day, everything you have finished.
Grandfather, Great Spirit, lean close to the earth that you may hear the voice I send.
You towards where the sun goes down, behold me;
Thunder Beings, behold me!
You where the White Giant lives in power, behold me!
You where the sun shines continually, whence come the day-break star and the day, behold me!
You where the summer lives, behold me!
You in the depths of the heavens, an eagle of power, behold me!
And you, Mother Earth, the only Mother, you who have shown mercy to your children!
Hear me, four quarters of the world - a relative I am!
Give me the strength to walk the soft earth, a relative to all that is!
Give me the eyes to see and the strength to understand, that I may be like you.
With your power only can I face the winds.
Great Spirit, Great Spirit, my Grandfather, all over the earth the faces of living things are all alike.
With tenderness have these come up out of the ground.
Look upon these faces of children without number and with children in their arms,
that they may face the winds and walk the good road to the day of quiet.
This is my prayer; hear me!
The voice I have sent is weak, yet with earnestness I have sent it.
Hear me!
It is finished. Hetchetu aloh!
Now, my friend, let us smoke together so that there may be only good between us
Originally posted by whiteraven
reply to post by Desert Dawg
I wonder how sharp their beeks are...Razor sharp so as to look like a cattle mutilation? Just thinking outloud.
www.angelfire.com...
The loss of the Buffalo would have a devastating effect on the migratory habits of birds of such size. Not everybody makes the connection, but it is pretty simple stuff, without the herds, migration became very difficult and many of the young birds as well as some of the adults died on their way south. We are talking twenty-five foot wingspan Teratorn type birds, animals so huge they couldn't hunt in woodlands or heavy foilage. They needed large open area suchs as the Great Plains or the Argentine Pampas to navigate and hunt.
Originally posted by whiteraven
Very good Raven story.....I will retell that one if I can get your OK.
I used to spend hours with my .22 at/near Val Marie Sk just North of the Montana border....05 cents a gopher tail.
WR