“It does not matter where his body lies, for it is grass;
but where his spirit is, it will be good to be.”
Black Elk
Três ilusões
que confundem o homem
Crer que
somos um corpo e não uma alma, quando o corpo é o instrumento da vida e se
acaba com a morte.
Segunda:
Crer que o
sentido da vida é o prazer, porém excesso de prazer não há mais felicidade,
apenas dependência... Prazer e felicidade não são o mesmo. Há que se consagrar
o prazer à vida e não a vida ao prazer.
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Terceira:
Crer no poder
material; desejamos o poder infinito de viver no mundo. Viver sem saber do que
realmente necessitamos para viver. Esse poder é uma ilusão.
Black Elk
“But now that
I see it all as from a lonely hilltop, I know it was the story of a mighty
vision given to a man too weak to use it; of a holy tree that should have
flourished in a people’s heart with flowers and singing birds, and now is
withered; and of a people’s dream that died in bloody snow.”
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“Is not the
sky a father and the earth a mother, and are not all living things with feet or
wings or roots their children?”
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“The snow
drifted deep in the crooked gulch, and it was one long grave of butchered women
and children and babies, who had never done any harm and were only trying to
run away.”
“It is from
understanding that power comes; and the power in the ceremony was in
understanding what it meant; for nothing can live well except in a manner that
is suited to the way the sacred Power of the World lives and moves.”
“And now when
I look about me upon my people in despair, I feel like crying and I wish and
wish my vision could have been given to a man more worthy. I wonder why it came
to me, a pitiful old man who can do nothing. Men and women and children I have
cured of sickness with the power the vision gave me; but my nation I could not
help.”
“I was in the
air, with outstretched arms, and floating fast. There was a fearful dark river
that I had to go over, and I was afraid. It rushed and roared and was full of
angry foam. Then I looked down and saw many men and women who were trying to
cross the dark and fearful river, but they could not. Weeping, they looked up
to me and cried: “Help us!” But I could not stop gliding, for it was as though
a great wind were under me.”
“Nephew, I
know now what the trouble is! You must do your duty and perform this vision for
your people upon earth. You must have the horse dance first for the people to
see. Then the fear will leave you; but if you do not do this, something very
bad will happen to you.”
“I did not depend
upon the great vision as I should have done; I depended upon the two sticks
that I had seen in the lesser vision. It is hard to follow one great vision in
this world of darkness and of many changing shadows. Among those shadows men
get lost.”
“I can remember when the bison were so many that they could not be counted, but more and more Wasichus came to kill them until there were only heaps and heaps of bones scattered where they used to be. The Wasichus did not kill them to eat; they killed them for the metal that makes them crazy, and they took only the hides to sell. Sometimes they did not even take the hides to sell. Sometimes they did not even take the hides, only the tongues; […] they just killed and killed because they liked to do that. When we hunted bison, we killed only what we needed. And when there was nothing left but heaps of bones, the Wasichus came and gathered up even the bones and sold them.”
“And I, to
whom so great a vision was given in my youth,—you see me now a pitiful old man
who has done nothing, for the nation’s hoop is broken and scattered. There is
no center any longer, and the sacred tree is dead.”
“This they
tell, and whether it happened so or not I do not know; but if you think about
it, you can see that it is true.”
“But only
crazy or very foolish men would sell their Mother Earth. Sometimes I think it
might have been better if we had stayed together and made them kill us all.”
“You have
noticed that the truth comes into this world with two faces. One is sad with suffering, and the other
laughs; but it is the same face, laughing or weeping.”
“It does not
matter where his body lies, for it is grass; but where his spirit is, it will
be good to be.”
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