When all the trees have been cut down,
when all the animals have been hunted,
when all the waters are polluted,
when all the air is unsafe to breathe,
only then will you discover
you cannot eat money.
(Cree Prophecy )

I do not think the measure of a civilization
is how tall its buildings of concrete are,
but rather how well its people have learned
to relate to their environment and fellow man.
(Sun Bear of the Chippewa Tribe)

O' GREAT SPIRIT:
Help me always to speak the truth quietly,
to listen with an open mind when others speak,
and to remember the peace
that may be found in silence.
(Cherokee Prayer)

May the stars carry your sadness away,
May the flowers fill your heart with beauty,
May hope forever wipe away your tears,
And, above all, may silence make you strong.
(Chief Dan George)

When you were born, you cried
and the world rejoiced.
Live your life
so that when you die,
the world cries and you rejoice.
(White Elk)

How many Indians does it take to fall a buffalo?

Only one, but you have to shoot him out of a really big cannon!

The Universe

- Oh sure, I could be Politically Correct, but the only thing I'm ever running for is my life!

 

"White man who shoot buffalo is in danger of chips falling where they may get his boots dirty."
(Wise Old Indian)


By the way, we invite you to our Indian Casinos where we take'um our wampum back one quarter at a time.

Casino Scalp'em

A Native American and his friend were in downtown New York City, walking near Times Square in Manhattan. It was during the noon lunch hour and the streets were filled with people. Cars were honking their horns, taxicabs were squealing around corners, sirens were wailing, and the sounds of the city were almost deafening. Suddenly, the Native American said, "I hear a cricket."

His friend said, "What? You must be crazy. You couldn't possibly hear a cricket in all of this noise!"

"No, I'm sure of it," the Native American said, "I heard a cricket."

"That's crazy," said the friend.

The Native American listened carefully for a moment, and then walked across the street to a big cement planter where some shrubs were growing. He looked into the bushes, beneath the branches, and sure enough, he located a small cricket. His friend was utterly amazed.

"That's incredible," said his friend. "You must have super-human ears!"

"No," said the Native American. "My ears are no different from yours. It all depends on what you're listening for."

"But that can't be!" said the friend. "I could never hear a cricket in this noise."

"Yes, it's true," came the reply. "It depends on what is really important to you. Here, let me show you."

He reached into his pocket, pulled out a few coins, and discreetly dropped them on the sidewalk. And then, with the noise of the crowded street still blaring in their ears, they noticed every head within twenty feet turn and look to see if the money that tinkled on the pavement was theirs.

"See what I mean?" asked the Native American. "It all depends on what's important to you."