Honoring the Divine Masculine ~ A True Tale of Brotherhood
The Doctor and the Medicine Man
Honoring the Divine Masculine ~ A True Story of Brotherhood ~ Part 1
Being the sister to three brothers and the mother to three sons, my life has been blessed with males.
I so enjoy stories and films about the adventures of boys because I can relate to the great experiences
I observed with those divine little masculine entities. I’m sharing this true story that Ba-Ti-Ga-Sa-Pi so
often told me of his brotherhood friendship with his BFF. This also comes from the book
‘Sacred Wisdom of the Ancient Grandmothers’ that can be found on my Author’s page on amazon.com ~
Chapter Fifteen
The Doctor and the Medicine Man
Chief Shot Both Sides, Long Time Pipe Woman, Pretty Wolverine
Woman and Sixapo saw in Ba-Ti-Ga-Sa-Pi a young person who carried
the strength of the bear. He was loving and kind and always listened to
the things they taught him about the ways of their tribe.
Chief Shot Both Sides and Long Time Pipe Woman had lived in the time
when the buffalo roamed the prairies and life was good for their people.
They moved across the prairies, living in tipis, following the buffalo herds.
There was happiness and freedom for them both in those days. They were
taught to honor the Earth Mother and their Creator for all the blessings they
were given.
As time passed though, life had changed for Ba-Ti-Ga-Sa-Pi’s great-
grandparents. Some other people wanted their lands and they killed almost
all of the buffalo. The other people's diseases spread to the Indian villages
and many of their people died. Then these new people made them stay in
one place on a little bit of land. Their parents cried because all they knew to
do was to move about the land, following the buffalo. The Creator had given
them that way of life and the buffalo gave them their food, clothes,
containers and just about everything they needed to live.
Now the chief and his wife lived in a log house and raised crops and cattle.
They were nice people and made friends with the new people who had taken
away their hunting grounds. They taught Ba-Ti-Ga-Sa-Pi to make the best of a
situation and to be nice to everyone, so he did.
Ba-Ti-Ga-Sa-Pi’s little cabin was a very nice place but there were no other
children around. He liked helping his great-grandparents each day. Each night
he would listen to their stories of the old days. There was no electricity, so he
didn't know about television or radio. There were no cars, so he rode his horse
everywhere.
Chief Shot Both Sides, Long Time Pipe Woman, Pretty Wolverine Woman
and Sixapo all frequented the Trading Post near their lodges on the reserve.
They bartered and traded for goods and there were some supplies the
government doled out to the tribal members. The elders found the owner of
the Trading Post to be very amiable and accepting of them and they
approved of his young son as a potential playmate to Ba-Ti-Ga-Sa-Pi.
One day he told his great-grandmother, "Grandmother, I am going to ride my
pony for a long time today." Grandmother prepared a bundle with some lunch in it
for him to take and off he went riding through the woods like the wind.
His pony liked to go on adventures with him and today he felt there was something
new in store for them both. Sure enough, they came to a clearing and saw the
Trading Post where the Indians bought things they needed from the new people
who had come to their land.
Ba-Ti-Ga-Sa-Pi rode slowly to the front of the Trading Post, not really knowing what
to do next. But inside there was a little boy who had different colored skin than the
little Indian boy. The little boy in the store was the son of the owner of the Trading
Post and he really liked Indians. He wished he could be an Indian and ride swiftly
across the plains, like in the old days, hunting buffalo.
The little boy inside the store went out to the front porch after he looked out the
window and saw Ba-Ti-Ga-Sa-Pi there on his pony. He waved at him and motioned
for him to tie up his horse to the hitching post and come inside. Ba-Ti-Ga-Sa-Pi
smiled and got off his pony. His moccasins made no noise as he went up the wooden
steps onto the porch.
“Hi, my name is Alan, what's yours?" the Trading Post owner's son said as he held
out his hand to shake hands with Ba-Ti-Ga-Sa-Pi. The little Indian boy didn't speak
the same language as the other boy, he spoke Blackfoot. But he knew that the boy
had said his name, so he shook his hand and said, “Ba-Ti-Ga-Sa-Pi” and pointed to
his eyes making a sign with his thumb and index finger indicating "small." "You
are called Small Eyes?" the boy asked. Ba-Ti-Ga-Sa-Pi responded, “Ba-Ti-Ga- Sa-Pi.”
The other boy repeated that name and smiled. He pointed to himself and said, “Alan."
Ba-Ti-Ga-Sa-Pi repeated, “Alan."
The two boys didn't need to say words to each other that much after that because
boy just know what boys like to do. Alan took off running to the field and
Ba-Ti-Ga-Sa-Pi followed him. But little Indian boys run faster than deer, they are just
that way. Soon Alan was far behind BaTiGaSaPi and out of breath. He stopped and
huffed and puffed as he waited for Ba-Ti-Ga-Sa-Pi to look back and notice that
there wasn't supposed to be a race.
