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Sacred Native Spirituality, 15681County, Road 3870, Coalgate, OK (2026)

09/19/2025

08/31/2025

🌎 Chief Seattle’s Letter to the President (1854)🌎

The Great Chief in Washington sends word that he wishes to buy our land. But how can you buy or sell the sky, the warmth of the land? That is strange to us. If we do not own the freshness of the air and the sparkle of the water, how can you buy them?
Every part of this earth is sacred to my people. Every shining pine needle, every sandy shore, every mist in the dark woods, every meadow, every humming insect is holy in the memory and experience of my people. The sap which courses through the trees carries the memory of the red man.
The rivers are our brothers; they quench our thirst. The rivers carry our canoes and feed our children. If we sell you our land, you must remember and teach your children that the rivers are our brothers, and yours too. You must henceforth give the rivers the kindness you would give any brother.
We know that the white man does not understand our ways. One portion of land is the same to him as the next, for he is a stranger who comes in the night and takes from the land whatever he needs. The earth is not his brother, but his enemy — and when he has conquered it, he moves on.
But to us the earth is sacred. The earth is our mother. What befalls the earth befalls all the sons of the earth.
This shining water that moves in the streams and rivers is not just water, but the blood of our ancestors. If we sell you our land, you must remember that it is sacred, and you must teach your children that it is sacred. The reflection of the white man’s face in the water is the reflection of his ancestors.
The air is precious to the red man, for all things share the same breath — the beast, the tree, the man. The white man does not seem to notice the air he breathes. If we sell you our land, you must remember that the air is precious to us, that the air shares its spirit with all the life it supports.
Teach your children what we have taught our children — that the earth is our mother. Whatever befalls the earth befalls the sons of the earth. If men spit upon the ground, they spit upon themselves.
This we know: the earth does not belong to man, man belongs to the earth. All things are connected, like the blood which unites one family. All things are connected. Whatever befalls the earth befalls the sons of the earth. Man did not weave the web of life; he is merely a strand in it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself.