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COLORS OF THE WIND ..... An Artist Warrior's Pony. This is the story of an artist warrior and how his pony, COLORS OF THE WIND got his name. A long time ago t lived a young warrior who was studying the Medicine Trail under the tutelage of his tribes Medicine Man. He could hunt and go on raiding parties with the other warriors but his heart just wasn't in it. All of his life he studied and listened to the animals, the trees, the wind and he painted what he could hear. He painted what he could see. He lived to paint. But a certain colors were evading him. He could see the colors in the rainbow. Still, he mixed his colors from plants, bark and berries and painted designs on everyone's war shields and tipis. He painted the stories of his tribe's years and travels. He painted anything else that was paintable! He used special little flat stones to mix the paints and sticks to draw and paint with. But he could only use the colors he had. He did not yet know how to blend the colors to get various shades and other colors. One day the Medicine man asked him to go out into the wilderness and paint a special Medicine Wheel Shield for him. He told him to find those elusive colors and incorporate them into this shield. So the young man went to the sweat lodge and purified himself, put his blanket and sacred bundle on his pony, tied his little mixing stones and sticks to his pony and set off. His pony, well used to his young owner, needed no rope to guide him as he always seemed to know exactly w his young rider wanted to go. They wandered far and eventually came to a mountain. the young artist felt was the right place. Riding along w he could and other times having to walk he came upon a rocky ledge. He could feel the excitement within him. The young artist sat on the rocky ledge, praying to the Great Spirit to send him a vision. The wind played with him, spoke to him and after two days he went fell into a trancelike sleep. Soon he saw brother bear, who told him to be strong in his convictions and convey the colors boldly in his painting. After a while brother wolf came and sang him a song, and the young man smiled and saw the colors of the song but still some colors were missing. And the wind blew, and gently caressed his skin and tousled his hair. The wind grew more insistent and soon was whirling around and around and the young man was in the sky with all the stars. He saw a huge wheel of colors coming toward him and suddenly the wind blew the colors around and around, blending one with the other and the young artist saw the colors he was looking for! Around and around this way and that went the colors. When the wind subsided he fell into a deep sleep. The young man lay still for a long time, and aroused himself with the dawn. He was so excited! And he was hungry! He found his pony and started looking for the plants and berries to make his colors. As he searched he ran into brother deer, who offered himself for the young mans food and the special Medicine Shield. Gratefully the young man thanked the deer, made ceremony to honor the spirit of the deer, and soon was preparing the hide. As he mixed the paints he looked around for something to try out his new knowledge of paints on but all he saw was his faithful pony. So he started to paint the pony. He painted and painted and as he painted with the sticks the pony, ticklish, twitched this way and that. Soon he was a beautiful pony with splashes of all the colors all over him, and swirls and patterns, helped of course by all the twitching! The young artist warrior thought he was the most beautiful pony he had ever seen and in honor of the wind named him COLORS OF THE WIND. The young man rested and ate while he waited for the hide to dry and when it did, the young man painted the Medicine Wheel Shield. He named it Around the Sacred Wheel. He made specially dyed fluffs from his new paints and tied them on white eagle feathers and sewed them on. Seven feathers, the sacred number. He painted his vision in the center, with his new colors circling it. And the flames that a...
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