The Dehkhoda S2:E14 (Part 13) THE END of the Story; “Crow Chief”

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The old Crow Chief, dejected and weary, in a dark forest, with fog so dreary
cross-legged and contemplating if the apparition was simply lore,
thoughtfully he sat – almost napping, owl’s wings in branches flapping,
the morning sun – night unwrapping, bringing mountains to the fore.
“It is time for the apparition” he uttered, “Appear now – damn it” he swore,
“Only this I ask, and nothing more.”

As he sat watching a dying ember, nowhere near a Crow tribe member,
Chief every day growing more slender, something appeared above the lake’s floor,
walking straighter than an arrow, on the watery path so narrow,
simulacrum of the spirit Song Sparrow, Chief had found his lost Apparition,
with the singular resplendent cognition, whom the angels named Jesus, 
the Son who is androgenesis, this and SOMETHING MORE.

And the quivering of the hemlock’s purple curtain, made the chief suddenly certain,
delighted Chief, filled him with hope he felt before;
He sat there – heart beating, those joyful words repeating,
“This Spiritual Visitor is greeting, this old chief at death’s door.
This morning Visitor is completing, the wish that I had hoped for;
This it is, and nothing more.”

Now the Chief grew stronger; and fearful was he no longer,
“Spirit!” spoke the Chief, “or Prophet, your mercy I implore;
The lake’s waves were slapping, and you have caught me napping,
not so faintly waves came slapping, slapping at the lake’s shore,
many nights I waited for you, waiting at my teepee’s door;
You not there — not there — and nothing more.”

“For many moons peering, long I sat cross legged; fearing,
never doubting, facing accusations, no Crow Chief was accused of before;
my belief in You was unbroken, and my Crow braves gave no token,
harsh words have been spoken, it was said that you were only lore,
but in You I cried out, ‘I believe’ the echoes cried ‘I believe’,
only that, and nothing more.”

“On me all the Crows were turning, with hatred for me burning,
my only friends were these waves slapping somewhat louder than before.
‘Surely,’ I cried, ‘surely there is something beyond the hemlock lattice;’
let me see it then, and what there at is, and Your Mystery explore,
allow my Crow people to believe and Your Mystery adore;
allow them to believe and nothing more!”

“Let them clean out disbelief and clutter, allow their hearts to flutter,
may the Badland Spirits; evil beliefs – of the ages so long before;
never again a Wolf Spirit be; may my Crow People clearly see,
when I tell the truth of You, walking above the lake’s watery floor,
as they sit, in a truth-circle, outside my teepee’s door
believing – and sitting – nothing more.”

Then the Crow Braves now beguiling, changed his sad face into smiling,
the old Crow Chief could not hide the happy countenance he wore,
the Crow Braves no longer craven, in the Lake Walker found a haven,
grim and ancient spirits forsaken, left to wander on forgotten shore,
what, additionally, could the old Crow Chief have asked for? –
only that; and nothing more.

 

THE END OF THE CROW CHIEF SERIES

 

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The Dehkhoda S2:E13 (Part 12) The Story of the Crow Chief and the Apparition

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Old Crow Chief had chosen his path – drank the wine,
while the crow braves saw his spiritual beliefs decline,
deeply dejected -sadly – they trekked back home,
while allowing their crow chief’s theology to roam.
in the badlands they hid, of the apparition afraid,
believing that the Old Crow Chief had strayed,
after some months they desired rest,
thinking that this apparition was a test,
was this apparition imagined gratefully –
or did the chief believe in it faithfully?
“What should we believe in?” asked they
has our Old Crow Chief has led us astray?”
they smote themselves and cut their hair,
all crying and moaning in great despair;
while wrapping themselves in buffalo cloak,
and sat in a circle, a truth-pipe to smoke,
“How could he abandon the spirits – all three” –
Great White Bear, Peaceful Fawn, Eagle Free –
for this apparition that walked on the lake –
abandoned our ancient spirits for the sake –
of the apparition who appeared quite pale? –
believing in this new spirit will surely fail.”

 

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The Dehkhoda S2:E12 (Part 11) The Story of the Crow Chief and the Apparition

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One brave replied: “Your spirits are poor, and I –
do not accept this apparition – who sits so high;
who appears to you, righteous and innocent –
you have created your own predicament.
I truly wish that if I could accept and take.
for myself this apparition who walks the lake,
however chief, you left us, sad and alone;
why to this lake-walker, have you flown?”
The chief responded; “Fine brave, understand now –
to an exceptional apparition I have given my vow,
when it walked on the water with a divine gait,
it was then, only then, that I decided my fate.
Your harsh rejection will return to haunt you
earth, stars and seasons bring all things anew,
is it impossible to have a new spirit for everyone?
this is a bitter argument, what, here, is to be won?
You act as if my apparition is a spiritual crime,
to me, he who walks on lakes, is clearly sublime,
you and the other braves have departed me – gone,
if only, it was you that the apparition fell upon.
He watches us – you – the other – and I,
it is eerie to know this, you may wish to fly;
however, if you believe – it avoids hell,
the tortures of which I wish not to tell.”
Finally, these pleadings reached the braves heart,
“Oh chief, you are one who knows your own part,”
they said, “But avoid the apparition for a year,
and, we can follow the apparition without fear.”
The Old Crow Chief did not refuse, they found a way,
to accept each other’s beliefs, while continuing to obey,
the callings of the White Bear Spirit while not –
scheming and conniving a horrible theocide plot.
Dear reader, do not imagine the chief would fall;
this is a universal story, which lurks in us all,
rearing its degrading head when we begin,
to avoid recovery’s path — if you think sin –
has a place in your nature, you will not stay
content with others; you are not on the way –
to start our journey – with us – you will find,
that fear is an imaginary joke on the mind –
avoid becoming fearful and then a new you,
will replace the terrified one you once knew,
apprehensive thought is a worry some plight,
it swallows the achievable benefits from sight –
while making mountains of molehills – in your head.
Once more, the Crow Braves returned and said;
‘We leave for our Sacred grounds, but our hearts ache –
to Great White Bear, do you wish us, a message to take?
Should we tell Great White Bear, the apparition you embrace?
Of this, he would surely think of you – as an incredible disgrace.
How, as a great Crow Chief, are we to think of you?
Converted leadership – are we to see the apparition too?
How to face this inconsistency -we –
are seriously considering too flee,
are you so lost in apparitions and prayer? –
for our sacred ground you no longer care?”
The Crow Chief replied: ‘You break my heart! –
Do what you must – run away – flee -depart;
I know that the apparition keeps me alive,
it is now the only way that I am to survive.
There is no way that you could possibly know –
following the path of the apparition, I must go.
When I hear you will leave me it causes pain,
it appears you like saying it – again and again,
you surely know better than foe or than anyone –
that to follow the apparition what must be done –
therefore – until your return I will wait
surrounded by my beliefs and fate.
You must look at the story – whole,
before you can master self-control,
logic and belief are separated by a hair,
that is why humankind falls in despair.
If you believe in something strange, then say
“What two humans believe in the same way?”
In your beliefs you should remain secure,
and leave the vacillations to those unsure.

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The Dehkhoda S2:E11 (Part 10) The Story of the Crow Chief and the Apparition

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This understanding of the apparition, only Chief could see,
it was not something the braves understood instinctively –
he wore no holy beads around his neck,
and surely was not an ascetic wreck,
still, they asked; “What do you want, old man? –
old hypocrite of understanding, but only can –
speak of the apparition, but we declare –
will he not show himself, not even a hair,
we are confused, and you must agree –
hating the apparition is blasphemy.
How are we to follow him, like you say?
this has never been the Crow tribe’s way.”
The crow braves were near a waring state,
strife, internally, was that to be their fate?
Of this apparition, they were growing afraid,
and quite concerned that it must be obeyed –
ancient blood still flowed in the old chief’s veins,
surely, these ancestors had conveyed their brains,
was the chief’s body and head to old,
had his reasoning and logic grown cold?
Within each brave the question cried;
“We are confused, old chief, you decide –
is this apparition pure idolatry? –
point the correct direction for me.
On the funeral pyre I would gladly burn,
if this apparition does not love and learn,
that each of understands spirits quite well,
why must we find new meanings that dwell –
must we abandon good fortune and make –
new amulets, for this apparition’s sake?”
They followed the old chief to a Christian mission,
where the old chief made a good act of contrition,
they hid around corners, not showing their face,
afraid of what may happen in this dreadful place –
they possessed their own natural spirits and belief,
the old chief’s actions brought shame and grief.
They said: “This apparition has well betrayed;
all crow brave’s spirits and of the old chief made –
a fool – the unbearable deed has been done,
he has offended the spirits of moon and sun.”
(How many religions must mankind invent –
before we get God’s approval and assent?)
“I now belong to the apparition” chief said,
“Whatever becomes of you is on my head,
I have eaten the host and tasted the wine;
I have accepted the holy apparition as mine!
You may disavow me, forget me, in disgrace,
however, I am not ashamed, will not lose face.
Over the years I defied the desert and dusty road,
and paddled my canoe where raging river flowed,
you all paddled behind me, stroke by stroke,
wearing eagle’s feathers and beaver’s cloak;
and accepted my hunting skills as a great sign,
that I could bring your people food, so divine.
Respect, for only my sake, what this chief has done –
how can you tell me – that we can not be – as one?
Why do you abandon me, and cause me pain;
have I shepherded and guided you in vain?”

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The Dehkhoda S2:E10 (Part 9) The Story of the Crow Chief and the Apparition

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A brave laughed; “Old chief, take my advice –
believing in the apparition is not paradise.
Ask yourself, is the apparition warm or cold?
How could you answer?; you are beyond old.
Possibly it was a bia*-dream – when you might –
wrestle with pretty sprites throughout the night?”

* Crow word for woman (replaces derogatory ‘squaw’)

The chief answered him; ‘Enough of that lie!
You curse the apparition – and will surely die –
from a fearful foe’s spear or arrowed dart,
before that – I beg – take the apparition to heart.
The brave replied: ‘Before I do that, I must –
somehow see the apparition before I can trust –
him to protect me, I must see – with my own eye,
that the apparition responds with an assured reply.”
The chief said: “I think that for you –
the apparition would never quite do.”
The brave answered: “I agree to no spirit’s commands,
if I must conquer a foe, I will do so with my own hands,
surely your apparition does not help me or care
your promises and creations are only thin air.”
Chief returned; “I know it is difficult for you to obey –
what I have dreamed of the apparition – what I say,
how deeply with the apparition I am now entwined –
if you could see what I saw you would be resigned!”
The brave smiled; “I know that I would be allowed –
if only I could see him – I would not be so unbowed,
it would be noble, when going into battle, to be unafraid,
or with the peace-pipe, have lasting agreements made”
With that they passed a peace-pipe around,
spoke no more words, listed to the sound
of the owl’s hoots, fox’s cry, in distant lands,
chief was silent – made no more commands,
when the pipe became cold, he filled the bowl,
they smoked the pipe, shared each other’s soul.
The night sky lit with faraway stars – seemed –
to bring others – the apparition chief dreamed.
Appetite renewed their thirst, then they ate,
buffalo stew of pemmican, their favorite fete,
Eating with their chief gave the braves heart,
thy honored him – then agreed to depart –
his presence but not to abandon him,
as the evening grew short, sunlight dim,
chief understood their concerns when he was alone,
he was not confused his love of apparition had grown.

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The Dehkhoda S2:E9 (Part 8) The Story of the Crow Chief and the Apparition

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A thousand gloomy nights and dreary dawns
revealed no spirits; neither bear cubs nor fawns,
never had they experienced such fear before,
while famine and enemies stood at their door.
They lost themselves in various ritual and prayer,
weaving portions of blood root with badger hair,
how enduring they waited through days and night –
for their revered old Crow Chief to see the light,
some of them died while many grew ill,
the chief insisted the apparition was still –
worth waiting for, his opinion would not move.
The tribe grew weaker, but would not disapprove –
of anything that the chief did or said
as he lay there failing – in his last bed.
The Crow Chief spoke: “I have a great story to speak –
before I die – for I feel deeply tired, ashen and weak –
as you, the animals and other beings can surely see.
however, I would appreciate patience and empathy.
Can you find a little love, pity or understanding for –
this grey old chief laying on the teepee floor?
You will not intervene, so save your breath,
my apparition will be with me until death.
It will consume you so take notice; beware,
it has as much power as Great White Bear,
the apparition is now within me; it is deep,
it hovers over me whether awake or asleep,
only I can see it, only I believe – I alone,
it is a lonely field of love that I have sown,
my passion for the apparition continues to burn,
and because you cannot see it, lonely I must yearn.
If only you could believe it, long have I despaired,
that your eyes cannot be open, apparition shared.
My heart has turned to blood; how long must I –
subsist on misery? I truly ask – you need not try –
to humble the apparition – who you think your foe,
it is beneath you – I believe that you sink too low.
Give yourselves time to consider and wait –
I know the apparition will become your fate,
it will appear to you – soon – and happily greet,
to wash away your fears and sense of defeat,
this abiding promise – to you – I give,
and if I fail you, I do not wish to live.
How long must I lay here while you complain?
Can’t you see – your creating your own pain?
We are all the same – into this life thrown,
none of us can survive it, not even I, if alone –
am being chased by a foe, to the precipice edge,
would we turn to fight – or leap over the ledge?
The apparition has told me – secretly,
that he would, perpetually, be with me,
he would protect me from flood and fire,
and shield me from any vicarious desire,
in times of danger he would not depart,
while giving me deep courage and heart.
And if I would fall into deep despair and sigh –
he promised to be with me, he would not fly.”

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The Dehkhoda S2:E8 (Part 7) The Story of the Crow Chief and the Apparition

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And then the Crow Braves danced around,
imitating eagle, bison and caribou sound –
wearing headdresses; it was a glorious sight;
as they attempted to exercise every Crow rite.
Finally, the revered chieftain awoke and replied,
“I believe I saw the Great Spirit before I died.”
A bia* asked; “Did he carry a beaded black rosary?”
chief responded: “Why ask such questions of me?”

*a none-derogatory Crow word replacing ‘squaw’


one urged him tell his dream; he said, “I will,
it is a long tale, it is strange – can you remain still –
while I tell the story?” then he said: “I saw the face
of a man who walks on the lake – a sacred place.”
Another brave laughed: “Enough! You must –
have lost your mind in the dry desert’s dust –
Come back.” The chief replied “I may make –
errors in life but I am sure this is no mistake.”
Another rebuked him: “Have you no regret? –
our badland spirits; you must not forget!”
The chief said: “Do not interrupt there is more; –
where was I with my tale? You spoke before –
I had a chance to unburden my heart –
For, this tale to you, I must impart.”
Then he said: “The apparition was not from hell,
even though below – is where the monsters dwell.”
A brave said: “Our Crow Chief has gone astray;
he has lost his mind, no longer knows the way?”
“True, I no longer believe in the spirit of the deer”
Replied the Chief, “and the eagle spirit, I also fear.”
Another said: “You can no longer lead us in this disgrace.”
The Chief answered: “The apparition will bless this place.”
One said: “So – you must think your apparition will roam –
around until it haunts these grounds – our sacred home?”
The chief replied: “It surely is no mystery –
that the apparition has much faith in me.”
Another said: “Regain your wits – repent!”
He rejoined: “Quiet now! – with your dissent.”
One said: ‘You sit there silent, like a toad.”
disrespect for our spirits, you have showed,
I hope that you return to your senses again –
and once more – sit at The White Bear’s den –
before the Great Spirit – admit this shame.”
Chief replied: “The apparition is my flame,
If I must grow angry – and with you fight –
to defend a new principle is my holy right,
prepare your ears for blasphemy;
you appear to have too much piety.”
The Crow braves could not seem to restore his belief –
in the Great Spirit. – They fell silent – in deep grief,
their faces grew white, ashen and pale,
then falling prostate they began to wail,
against this false apparition they wished to shield –
their revered chief, however, he would not yield.

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The Dehkhoda S2:E7 (Part 6) The Story of the Crow Chief and the Apparition

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They called for a Medicine Man after a delay –
who dwelled, perhaps, one new moon away;
the bia* sat in circles emitting their sighs,
holding their children, wiping their eyes,
*The Crow replacement word for the derogatory word “squaw.”
the wind gnarling their long black hair –
as they sat cross-legged in sad despair.
Their cries for old chief pierced night –
hoping the apparition would take flight,
was there adequate time to voice their grief?
would their leader return to his old belief?
If only his lips and eyes would move,
this apparition, they could approve,
however, no movement or life could they see,
asking “is the apparition a young bia Pawnee –
spirit dancing and singing within his head,
destroying his body and mind until dead?
What spirit does risk invading our space –
why take the chance going face-to-face –
with us and chancing torture and pain –
to take possession of the old chief again?
We surely have a right of complaint –
why show any mercy or restraint?
Reason, patience — all are now gone,
we only want Crow Chief to live on.”

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The Dehkhoda S2:E6 (Part 5) The Story of the Crow Chief and the Apparition

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The chief woke one day and with his eye,
saw the apparition, and emited a sigh;
right then and there, he realized well,
under its influence – he would dwell;
where was this dwelling, where was this place? –
where he could look directly into its face?
The Chief had grown bold, his fear removed,
his understanding grew, his nerve improved.
He wondered to himself – how could he,
speak to the apparition most openly?
It seemed to know his thoughts, an aura like fire,
surrounded the apparition; flames growing higher,
in deep fearfulness the Crow Chief fled,
Hiding his heart, his soul and his head.
Once again yanking on his long, snarled hair-
he seemed to be caught in some net or a snare.
Not knowing if he was locked in pride or shame,
he could not discern if they were one and the same,
“I have no free will,” he cried. “free choice I gave –
I am not Crow Chief; I am the apparition’s slave!”
As the other Crow Braves saw him suffering there,
they did not understand the chief’s dreaming affair –
that brought him to such sadness and grief,
which caused him to see the apparition belief.
His wailing and weeping fell on saddened ears;
they wanted to understand the old chief’s fears,
how could they question him, how could they say;
“We have our natural spirits, that we must obey –
should we give you, our revered chief, advice?
or will you treat us like winter, secluded in ice?”
For a fortnight the old chief sat and gazed,
the others looked on, powerless. yet amazed –
that the chief did not need fire or shrouds –
as rain fell from dark threatening clouds –
a light-blue aura surrounded him with light,
as he sat in serene silence, night after night.
They say that he never had love nor lust;
also, he would return to nature as dust.
Day and night, he sat there as other braves wept,
with eyes growing drowsy – they never slept;
“Great Spirit will this never end?” they cried,
“Or is it possible that our old chief has died?”
The nights were bathed in various severities,
which caused the Crow braves several agonies;
their cries and lamentations were heard on high,
while hoping their old Crow Chief would not die,
they watched him through dusk and night,
deep into the early morning’s purple light,
they worked themselves into an anxious state,
regarding the revered Crow Chief’s final fate.

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The Dehkhoda S2:E5 (Part 4) The Story of the Crow Chief and the Apparition

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The apparition shone brightly as the sun,
over his cougar skin, the vision had won
“Why go back to my people and forever face –
I am no longer Chief, to live in such disgrace?”
Around the apparition’s head, dark locks curled,
would the chief become a disgrace to his world?
Was the chief slated to be lost in defeat –
would he bow at this apparition’s feet?
He wrenched at his brain and tugged at his hair,
wondering if he could avoid this internal despair.
The apparition spoke to him of servitude and love,
promising acceptance from the Great Spirit, above.
The Crow’s feathers and cougar skin; so it seemed —
would not remove the apparition, of which he dreamed,
it appeared to love him as it walked the lake and smiled,
leaving the Crow Chief more than a little bit beguiled.
There was a halo about its head like fire,
raising the chief’s reverence and desire;
to understand it and look in its eyes,
so that he could know it and realize, –
what others may know – this he knew –
it could perform acts – others could not do.

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