The first time I met a Native American….

I was 4 years old the first time I saw a Native American and still today I remember that meeting as if it were yesterday. It was a hot summer evening, my family and I were sitting in a restaurant where we were having dinner. The air was warm and very comfortable. There were a lot of people, families with children and it was quite loud. almost all the tables were occupied, but at the bar there was only one man. I remember being fascinated by his long hair as he sat with his back to us. I had no idea that he was a Native American, he was dressed just like everyone else and for a four year old who had seen Native Americans on books and television wearing headdresses, the clothes he wore didn’t match the image I had.
We sat for a long time and ate and the evening became darker. From one second to another, the man sitting at the bar was gone, I didn’t think about it anymore and kept eating. Suddenly, the entire restaurant shut down and a big fire appeared on the beach and a few minutes later the magical melody followed by flutes. The music that was played I recognized, so I ran out and there he was …. the man sitting at the bar, with his traditional clothes and the big headdress full of feathers. What happened inside me was something so strong that only now when I write about it do I get it back and my eyes are filled with tears. Can you understand that I was only 4 years old but remember it so well?
With tears running down my cheeks and a sense of peace, freedom and admiration, I sat down by the fire for the rest of the evening to enjoy what I both heard and saw.
The magic aura that shone around him is something I still can’t explain today, but what I can attest to was that I was suddenly in another world.
After a long while, it was time for me to head home, and this is where I acquired my first knowledge from a Native American. My parents came out to give me some money that I would put in some kind of bowl he had in front of him, but when I stepped forward to put the money in the bowl he took my hand and closed it while looking at me and said .. .. ”Never forget that the most important thing in life is not what you get, it’s what you give.”
This knowledge came to help me through my life and today I understand what the wise Indian meant with the wise words. He gave me something that cannot be bought with money, he taught me the most important key to live a life of peace and that is to meet everthing that surrounds me whether it is a human or a leaf with kindness, compassion, humility and respect.

Introduction

Haw! (Hello! in Lakota)

First of all, I would like to thank everyone for your time reading my blog. I hope you can enjoy the readings of my journey, my studies, my knowledge and my life as self-sufficient in my forest and hopefully you will get inspired as well. The first post is an introduction where I will tell you the story behind my attraction to The Native Americans .. so let’s get started:)!

Through all my upbringing, my mother always told me…”Julia, you are my Pocahontas.” When I was 20, I asked my mom why she always told me that, she smiled and looked at me, then she said I just knew you were different, a pure soul with a true warrior strength within you, it was the first thing I said when I saw you for the first time after the long hours of giving birth to you. When I think back to my childhood she was right, I was never like any other child, especially not like the girls in the neighboring yard. I never played with dolls, or used dresses, I was always out in the wild playing cowboys and Indians for myself and I was always Indian and once I played with the other children, I ended up pulled me away, for the injustices that arose. When she asked why I was playing alone, I always said that I would rather be by myself than do something unfair. My mother once told me about the first time I saw an Indian, it was on the cover off a fairy tale for children. She told me that the attraction to the book was so strange, I was barely two years old, but the fairy tale came to be my best asset as a child. I remember my parents always met by the words, your daughter is weird. I didn’t care that much, but of course that word put a trace on me. I always felt misunderstood in many ways, my personality did not fit into the society I was in. Well, time passed and I grew up and so did my passion for Native American Indians. The feeling of not belonging to the humanity of my time grew the older I became.

I started to study The Native American Indians history, culture, philosophy, way of Life and way of thinking. The more I studied and understood, the more I recognized myself and my way of being, somehow it explained my personality. That personality no one understood but thought it was wierd. Everthing in their way of life conformed who I am and what I believe in. All I wanted was to live simply, out in nature, away from society that wanted to shape me into something I was not. So by the age of 18 my journey with Native American began and today I’m ready to share with you all that knowledge I acquired in my journey and studies. It didn’t just gave me knowledge about them, what the huge knowledge it gave me was the knowledge about myself, about a way of life that everyone deserves. It gave me what I really was missing and that was to always believe in myself, to be proud of who I am and what i believe in. To live in peace, to share kindness to all life on Earth and most important of all…to feel that I’m the same significant as everything on our Mother Earth and that I’m here for a reason.