Arbetsdag nr. 2!
The Spirit offspring! - Part 1!
2014-11-11 | 
15:00:00 | 
What I will tell you now, can not be read from a book. And how do I know this story? Very simple. I heard this story when I was out riding with two of my friends.
It was a chilly night in the city of Edmonton and I and two of my friends decided to make a night ride across the prairie.
This particular night we had a big full moon that lit up the open landscape for us.
It was also this evening, as we in the middle of the open landscape, including desert and mountains, we ran into an indigenous people.
Her name was the White Falcon. She had set a fire under one large stone, which actually looked like a large cave, in the middle of the prairie. The White Falcon was a blind woman, with long white hair, with a silverglanss. But even though she was blind, she told me that. she had heard us nowhere and had meanwhile warmed up coffee for us. White Falcon used her feet to see and could move freely across the prairie without feeling vulnerable.
We sat down with her. She drummed on an old Indian drum, which she made herself and she started told a story.
- "I was born during the lunar time. A time when a large moon would bring new souls into our world. These souls would seek out a spirit, and the spirit would bring them to their new life. In the great light of the moon, had a another lively soul being born into the world. "She said to the beat of the drum type.
With the moon light and the rhythmic drumming, the evening was magical and the fire blazed up in a harmonious dance along with the sound of the drum.
- "This happened about 60 years ago. Just like this night, my tribe sang about how the spirit embraced the souls and helped them to their new host. When I was born, you could hear the crane song, wolves howling and the power from the creek near us sang a song for the spirit and thanked him for having given us new life and new hope. "White Falcon began humming an old tune. We listened with strained ears and drank the warm and good coffee that she brewed for us over the fire.
- "This night, was born a roan mustang. A spirit offspring." She smiled and tossed with silvery, old hair and continued to drum on the drum.
- "Ghost offspring would bring happiness and peace to our tribes who were at war with each other. The only time we had peace, was under the big moon's transmigration. This spirit offspring, was born into a flock of black mustangs. A group of wild horses that were impossible to tame, but who was also a holy tribe. No one could successfully capture or tame these horses and their strength together, protected them every individual. also, the spirit offspring, born roan with silver loops in the man. This spirit offspring, would help those souls, to find a path to serenity and peace. This is the story of Moon Spirit. "
In the old tales, from the inhabitants, one usually hear stories of a flock of black mustangs, who ruled over the prairie, and that the flock was loyal and fought for survival.
No one has ever told a story from a horse perspective, since no one has bothered to do it. The white falcon told us, was the story of how two of spirit souls found each other and created peace between the natives. The fire crackled and snapped and danced to the song as the White Falcon sang about the story.
Moon Spirit was born on the night when the moon is at its highest in the night sky. White and large and put a blue light over the Edmonton prairies.
At her side was her father, who was the leader of the pack and guarding his mare from predators. In the distance stood his two sons and took the rest of the flock with watchful eyes. Moon Spirits mother, Shivering Leaf, fought the contractions and very soon, it was over and she could finally sit up and look at her beautiful creation.
Moon Spirits father, Black Bullet, looked down at his daughter. What they both had expected, was a black foal with a broad white blaze. But instead they looked down on a roan mare with silver loops, which also tried to get up quickly on rickety and unsteady legs.
- "Roan?" Said Black Bullet somewhat surprised, no one would have thought that it would be born a roan mare among them.
- "The great moon must have big plans for her." Her mother smiled and licked the foal clean.
Black Bullet looked up at the starry black sky. Every little star blinked and dropped tears for the newborn foal. Moon, who smiled at his creation, sent an even brighter light on the earth, against the black mustang herd and with the help of moon light, got her daughter's silver loops, glittering to a bright light.
- "She will be a danger to the world and she will need a lot of protection." Said her father to her mother. She just nodded and looked down at her beautiful daughter, as yet, does not know what she would accomplish in the world.
It was a chilly night in the city of Edmonton and I and two of my friends decided to make a night ride across the prairie.
This particular night we had a big full moon that lit up the open landscape for us.
It was also this evening, as we in the middle of the open landscape, including desert and mountains, we ran into an indigenous people.
Her name was the White Falcon. She had set a fire under one large stone, which actually looked like a large cave, in the middle of the prairie. The White Falcon was a blind woman, with long white hair, with a silverglanss. But even though she was blind, she told me that. she had heard us nowhere and had meanwhile warmed up coffee for us. White Falcon used her feet to see and could move freely across the prairie without feeling vulnerable.
We sat down with her. She drummed on an old Indian drum, which she made herself and she started told a story.
- "I was born during the lunar time. A time when a large moon would bring new souls into our world. These souls would seek out a spirit, and the spirit would bring them to their new life. In the great light of the moon, had a another lively soul being born into the world. "She said to the beat of the drum type.
With the moon light and the rhythmic drumming, the evening was magical and the fire blazed up in a harmonious dance along with the sound of the drum.
- "This happened about 60 years ago. Just like this night, my tribe sang about how the spirit embraced the souls and helped them to their new host. When I was born, you could hear the crane song, wolves howling and the power from the creek near us sang a song for the spirit and thanked him for having given us new life and new hope. "White Falcon began humming an old tune. We listened with strained ears and drank the warm and good coffee that she brewed for us over the fire.
- "This night, was born a roan mustang. A spirit offspring." She smiled and tossed with silvery, old hair and continued to drum on the drum.
- "Ghost offspring would bring happiness and peace to our tribes who were at war with each other. The only time we had peace, was under the big moon's transmigration. This spirit offspring, was born into a flock of black mustangs. A group of wild horses that were impossible to tame, but who was also a holy tribe. No one could successfully capture or tame these horses and their strength together, protected them every individual. also, the spirit offspring, born roan with silver loops in the man. This spirit offspring, would help those souls, to find a path to serenity and peace. This is the story of Moon Spirit. "
In the old tales, from the inhabitants, one usually hear stories of a flock of black mustangs, who ruled over the prairie, and that the flock was loyal and fought for survival.
No one has ever told a story from a horse perspective, since no one has bothered to do it. The white falcon told us, was the story of how two of spirit souls found each other and created peace between the natives. The fire crackled and snapped and danced to the song as the White Falcon sang about the story.
Moon Spirit was born on the night when the moon is at its highest in the night sky. White and large and put a blue light over the Edmonton prairies.
At her side was her father, who was the leader of the pack and guarding his mare from predators. In the distance stood his two sons and took the rest of the flock with watchful eyes. Moon Spirits mother, Shivering Leaf, fought the contractions and very soon, it was over and she could finally sit up and look at her beautiful creation.
Moon Spirits father, Black Bullet, looked down at his daughter. What they both had expected, was a black foal with a broad white blaze. But instead they looked down on a roan mare with silver loops, which also tried to get up quickly on rickety and unsteady legs.
- "Roan?" Said Black Bullet somewhat surprised, no one would have thought that it would be born a roan mare among them.
- "The great moon must have big plans for her." Her mother smiled and licked the foal clean.
Black Bullet looked up at the starry black sky. Every little star blinked and dropped tears for the newborn foal. Moon, who smiled at his creation, sent an even brighter light on the earth, against the black mustang herd and with the help of moon light, got her daughter's silver loops, glittering to a bright light.
- "She will be a danger to the world and she will need a lot of protection." Said her father to her mother. She just nodded and looked down at her beautiful daughter, as yet, does not know what she would accomplish in the world.
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