Legends........

[Pharm Girl]

A long, long time ago before the sun and the stars where born, the Creator
looked upon Mother Earth which was glowing from within. A mystical purple
aura glowing with new life and energy. Embracing the creation she was granted
to care. The animals, the birds, the trees, the fishes, the people andthe insects
singing to the heart beat of Mother Earth. Singing in a great big circle, their song
of joy for the life that their were granted.

Migwetc, migwetc. Thank you, thank you
Migwetc madiziwin Thank you for life
Migwetc pinecic Thank you for the birds
Migwetc mitik Thank you for the trees
Migwetc awesis thank you for the animals
Migwetc minidjoc Thank you for the insects
Migwetc anisnibi thank you for the waters
Migwetc aki Thank you for the land
Migwetc kikina Thank you for everything
Migwetc, migwetc. Thank you, thank you.

Then , the creator spoke in a thundering voice resonating from the air,
from withing the earth, from every living form. He spoke in low, low voice.
You will each have a purpose for one another. Duties you must do to coexist
in the journey I have set before you. You will respect one another for what I
have created you for. You are created equal in all ways, a spirit to strive for,
a body to care for, a mind to work with, and a heart to feel with."
As the Creator continued to speak, the stars appeared into the night sky up above.
You all have a star to remind you of your duties and what will give your spirit
to strive for during your existence on Mother Earth?
The sun appeared, radiating light and warm air insuring the creatures of
the good will of the creator intended. " The sun will guide you during the day.
for your well being and vision for the quest you are about to undertake. I
have given your everything to understand each other in at special subtle way.”
The new born world began to sing their song of understanding.

Migwetc, migwetc
Migwetc madiziwin
migwetc pinecic
Migwetc mitik
migwetc awesis
Migwetc minidjoc
Migwetc anisibi
Migwetc aki
Migwetc kikina
Migwetc migwetc.

[Pharm Girl]

The Creation of a Language.

In the emptiness of Darkness,
Dream is absent in a lightless of Blackness.
Nothing but Soundlessness reigns the Emptiness of Darkness.

A long, long time ago before anything existed. Nothing coalesced with Blackness in the empty space. They stilled Soundlessness within Darkness. As they mingled together, a sound was heard “tum, tum., “tum, tum” , “tum, tum”. The sound pined a space. “Tum, Tum”, “Tum, Tum”, Tum, Tum”. The space shed a dream. “TUM, TUM”, “TUM, TUM”, “TUM, TUM” and Dream debuted Life. “TUM, TUM”, “TUM, TUM”, “TUM, TUM”.

Life began on its journey to see the space the dream had conjured. It observed the diversity of abstractions around him. It wondered what they were as he went on is way on the landscape. Life continued to pursue Dream through time to accumulate his discernment to its being. It kept a mental note of its observations and occurrences. The comparative traits of every unity characterized by Life. It scored a space through time traveling from place to place.

Life responded to the different sounds it heard that seems to collate together to emanate an attribute. The sonic incarnation traveled in the once empty space to advocate a comprehensible transmitted idea. The alteration of airflow stimulated variable sounds, evoking attention to be reckoned. Its cantillating sounds immerse a distinctive impression to emulate a conveyed image.

Life regarded all the impression left behind on a physical matter that whispered of a passage. The passage-imprinted tattletale of an occurrence left behind by an author. The vulnerabilities of information transmitted to illustrate a mental image.

Thus, Life recorded the passage of time in a variety of scripture confected by each author.

[Pharm Girl]

Turtle Island

A story is told within many belief of the great flood when the land vanished into
the depth of the waters and engulf many lives. The creation had come to a new start with
a belief expressing salvation of an heaven granted by the creator (God).
A space of time where legends are born to narrate a foundation of it’s Belief. In the form
of a story recounted by Elders, Story Tellers and many written documentation, the s
legends marches on to complement the knowledge and wisdom of life.
Such a story was told to me one winter night, out in the wilderness of the boreal forest.
Grand Mother began her story of the
Turtle Island. In a feeble she began to narrate an event marked by time where even the
silence anticipated the next word to be uttered.


The story of the turtle island began:



Many passed winters, Mother Earth had been sadden by the detachment of its children responsibility. Mother Earth started to cry has her children suffered caused by their lack of feeling towards one another. The tears came down like rain, her sorrows emulated any storm ever seen by the world. Days upon days, the water ascended to reach the highest point, flooding the lands.
The water created separation on the land masses once unified. The upper lands gathered variety of creatures relating associating to each other. The creatures of the wilderness ran for higher grounds seeking deliverance from the rising water..

They gathered around a big Pine tree and the creatures clung to it, for life as the water continued to rise. Yet the water went higher and higher, until it reached the top of the tree. The creature struggled to stay afloat the turbulence caused by Mother Earth tormented emotion. As the last needle of the tree began to submerge under the water, the tree sprang out of the water and floated on top of the water. The creatures clutched to its trunk and it’s limbs extending out of the water. Differences aside, they collaborated together to find shelter. The creatures took turns to rest on the protective side of the log from the irresolute waters. After many days and moons, Mother Earth sorrows subsided.

The land had vanished beneath the water.

The creature looked upon their surrounding, The calmness of the water showed a disquieting solemnity on the horizon. They looked at each other and sought for an answer. They drifted on the log, wondering went and how salvation will come. Days and night went by without any sign of the water receding. A communication had established among them. They mingled and shared their stories of how their homeland had been. Their stories revealed their strength and ambition to assure prosperity. They humbly contributed to help seek for a land they would share.

The two most colorful birds were requested to glide into the far horizon. The
Crow and Sea Gull flew in opposite direction and disappeared over the distance. Three days went by lethargically on the trunk of the old Pine Tree as the creatures waited.

When suddenly, Eyes squinted into the horizon and they saw in the far off distance, two strange birds with different plumage. An uncomprehending fear crawled up their spine, rattling their hopes of finding a place to call home.
Silence broken only by the sound of the wing flapping as the two birds landed
simultaneously on a branch. The Crow recounted the distance was marked by death and destitution. Entice by death, he had tasted death and made him crave for more. The color he once carried faded into the color of blackness, the entity of death had marked him.

All were listening, eye wide open as the crow ended its account and their head swiveled to the Sea Gull.
The Sea Gull recounted its observation with death trying to entice him in terms with the vision of death. The Sea Gull had channeled its thought to rationalize its observation and reflection to stay focused on the responsibility given. He had been so intensified towards its goal that he didn’t notice the color of its feathers fade. The Sea Gull ended its account by declaring that there was no land mass expose above the water world.

On the log, silence reigned as reflection all hanging on hopes somewhere the land would appear. They looked up as if on cue, eyes searched for the highest flyer and rested on the Eagle. Strength, determination, written all over its appearance as it spread its powerful wings to become airborne.

The eagle flew up, spiraling higher at each full circle it completed until it
disappeared even from best visual sight of any creature. The creatures stared into the space to catch any sign of the eagle. Eyes were still riveted when the tiny spot appeared in the bluish tinted sky. Suspense remained on the log as they awaited for the news of a land to call home. The eagle glided down to reveal it’s finding marked on its feathers. Its head had turn white for the wisdom it was shown and its tail for the wisdom it would carry. Yet, there was no land to go to.

A fish popped up at the surface to inform of a land down below. Without the gift of breathing in the water the creatures couldn’t go.
The beaver dove under the water to get to the land that the fish spoke about in order to bring it up. It flapped its big wide tail going deeper and deeper. The water was so deep that the beaver ran out of air and swam for the surface to grasp what its lungs were craving for.

The otter jumped in and swam swiftly into the depth of the great water mass. The energy seep slowly out of the otter as the light was engulfed by the depth of darkness. The solitude of darkness repulsed the otter to resurface empty handed, still no sight of land. The muskrat peeped out if he could be given a chance to try. Giggles, laughters, bellows aroused from the whispers because of its size and tiny tail that would propel itself into the jaws of despair.

Among the creatures, the one called Anishinabe rose to its feet to gratify the request of the muskrat that silenced the bellows, laughter’s and the giggles. Silenced by a gesture to stand in belief of a common goal. The silence continued to reign, emanating recognition by all and the muskrat dove into the depth of darkness.
The creatures held their breath to transmit their energy into the muskrat’s lungs.

The muskrat continued further into the darkness, holding its breath. One by one, the creatures begun to grasp for air that their lungs were craving for. The pain mounted within the muskrat’s chest as he went deeper into the darkness. More creatures were grasping for air as time went by and the pain grew as the muskrat kept diving downward. Only the diving creature held the hopes up for the other creatures. Pain grew as the muskrat plunged deeper into the water.

The last of the creatures exploded , grasping for air that preluded a silence to come.

Feeling the pressure collapsing its lungs, the muskrat plunged downward reaching further into the depth before its tiny body begun to float towards the surface. Murmurs and feet shuffling on the log surface broke the silence caused by the hope diminishing as time elapsed.

As they wondered what to do next, a fur ball bobbed to the surface. With a closer look it revealed the limb body of the muskrat. The otter brought the body back to the log where it was heaved onto. The creatures took turns giving their respect to the muskrat. When one of the creatures remarked the clench fist of the muskrat, the Anishabe creature opened its little hand and saw the little bit of soil it had grasped. Anishinabe picked the little hand clean and sought a place to put the bit of land residue it held.

The turtle came forward and offered its back for the soil to be spread out. Anishinabe spread the soil in the middle of the turtle's back as evenly as he could. The creatures begun to chant a karma, for the land to grow. They chanted "Mididin" "Mididin", The turtle began to grow, the soil spread in all direction on the turtle shell.

The buffalo was send out to see if the land was big enough and he returned seven days later to say; "It wasn't big enough for all of them yet. For there is only the grassland for those needing open space." He had taken seven days to size the land.

The deer ran far across the prairies to encounter the deciduous tree line bordering the prairies. The deer wondered along until he came up the slope of the mountains. He looked at the peak and turned back to meet the others after seven moons of traveling.

The elk took off going across the prairie where the buffalo had inspected. He seen the deciduous country the deer came across. The slopes of mountains emerged a mixture of trees. The elk stopped, as he had entered another strange environment. And he rushed back to tell the others. He told the others the land was still expanding further than he could run. The creatures knew that their descendents would need the necessary space required for each individual species. They continued to chant "Mididin" " Mididin" to assure harmony may reign seven winters.

The moose lunged towards the plains, towards the slopes of the deciduous trees, and entered the boreal forest. The area felt adaptable and the climate with a tolerable condition.

He walked towards the rim of the turtle's back into another environment. The boreal forest ended and opened another environment. With the assesment of seven generations, the moose returned.

Caribou, the last of the large creatures, sprang out and ran across the different environments the others had crossed. He
finally arrived where the moose had turned back. He walked to the edge of the shell and concluded that the land was big enough.
He walked back tired of the long trek.


Among the Native people, a story is heard of a great land called the Turtle Island. A story told during the long winter night in the middle of the wilderness of Nature.