Behold This Day. It Is Yours To

I Was Standing On The Highest Mountain Of Them All, And Round About Beneath Me Was The Whole Hoop Of The World. And While I Stood There I Saw More Than I Can Tell And I Understood More Than I Saw; For I Was Seeing In A Sacred Manner The Shapes Of All Things In The Spirit, And The Shape Of All Shapes As They Must Live Together Like One Being. And I Saw That The Sacred Hoop Of My People Was One Of Many Hoops That Made One Circle, Wide As Daylight And As Starlight, And In The Center Grew One Mighty Flowering Tree To Shelter All Children Of One Mother And One Father. And I Saw That It Was Holy.

The Song And The Drumming Were Like This: Behold, A Sacred Voice Is Calling You; All Over The Sky A Sacred Voice Is Calling.

So I Took The Bright Red Stick And At The Center Of The Nation's Hoop I Thrust It In The Earth.

The Universe Is Circles Within Circles, And Everything Is One Circle, And All The Circles Are Connected To Each Other. Each Family Is A Circle, And Those Family Circles Connect Together And Make A Community, And The Community Makes Its Circle Where It Lives On The Earth. It (the Community) Cares For That Part (of The Earth) But Cares For It As A Circle - Which Is To Say In A Cooperative And Egalitarian Way, Where Everybody Is Cared For, And Everybody Is Respected.

But I Think I Have Done Right To Save The Vision In This Way, Even Though I May Die Sooner Because I Did It; For I Know The Meaning Of The Vision Is Wise And Beautiful And Good; And You Can See That I Am Only A Pitiful Old Man After All.