Immortality
Its about people that have passed on in your life. Their spirit and memories always stay with you. Through having dreams about them or seeing visions of them for that split 2nd. There is an afterlife I truly believe and reincarnation. The soul is reborn into somebody new . U will quite often come across this person and say to yourself u remind me of somebody . Beautiful piece of music.
I learned years ago that Native Americans have visions. Plus see visions regarding their ancestry.
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MiMi believes strongly in reincarnation.
I think I died of hunger in my past life coz now in this life, I eat before I even get hungry!
Ottawa & Chippewa:
Boozhoo [boo zhoo] — Hello (formal)
Aanii [aa nii] — Hello or Hi (informal)
Aaniish na? [aa niish na] — How are you? (informal)
Nminoyaa [N mi no yaa] — I am fine. I am well.
Nishin [ni shin] — I’m good. general term, you’re good/it’s good/ Good! / Good job…
Miigwech [mii gwech] — Thank you
Ahaaw or Nhaaw [a haaw / n haaw] — OK. Depending on context, can be a response to thank you, as in ‘sure’…
Kawaabimin [ka waa bi min] — I will see you.
Baamaapii kawaabmin. — I’ll see you later.
Baamaa [baa maa] — Later.
Baamaapii [baa maa pii] — Until later
(Little Traverse Bay Band Language Soundcloud website.)
Dear Family,
She shared her love of her ancestors openly and honestly.If I may do my goodbyes her customary way I would like to participate in the giveaway or potlatch.You may DM the information.
I have this to say to her spirit.
Boozhoo
Miigwech Chi
Baamaapii
giminwenimin
Nishin
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The bear received the gift of courage and strength from G’tchi Manitou. Another of the Anishinaabeg clans, the bear is representative of all medicine powers in creation. Claws dig medicine roots. Bear passes knowledge on through dreams, visions.
The rainbow is the beautiful bridge to the spirit world and the colors of the universe.
For Da Bear ...
But in the meantime we celebrate her ..
and her ancestors.
My reference to giveaway and potlatch, but her family may be practicing other ways of grieving.
Feasting and Disposing of Possessions
At the end of the fourth day after burial, a medicine man presides over a feast and is responsible for giving away all the deceased's belongings. Each person who receives an item must give a new piece of clothing in return. All these new clothes are wrapped in a bundle and given, along with a dish, to the closest living relative. This person then hands out each article of new clothing to someone he or she finds worthy.
Honorary Meals
The deceased's loved one keeps the dish and carries it for one year to every meal he or she attends. It is filled with food to honor the deceased.
Bearwoman [Cherie ] would have been so proud of your post .We must never forget our roots
Hope she has a safe journey to the Big Sky
A gentleman friend of hers is operating the news. It's on the Forums
(Comeback) The reason I posted to her account.
Bear RIP
I didn't know I had to pay my respects on every thread, or blog, or to you.
Maybe it's a cultural norm I picked up off my mother, like you don't give birthday cards in person, but only send cards in the post if you can't deliver the greetings in person. I still feel awkward when British people hand me a birthday card, so if you don't mind I'll stick to my way of doing things.
I don't think Bear would mind me musing over whether she knew, or had decided that it was time for her next journey. If she were logged in, I imagine we'd rattle through a handful of comments until we understood each other and then thank each other for each other's efforts.
By my full response, she is not gone from us yet and believes in reincarnation.
Keep speaking to her.
But she also said CS is not real.
I would say in terms of what influences
her thoughts.
Her heart is with us all.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die.
Mary E. Frye