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“Out of the winds, out of the whirlwind, out of the sacred breath of the universe Blood Clot had been made. He was not created in nine months, like the child you and your woman begot, but over millions of years. Yet even in your baby, a little of that lightning power and star breath is being passed on.”-pg. 133
“And then it was time to create woman. There was no moon then; it was still the period of sacred newness. The sun again called all the planets and supernaturals, and when they had assembled, the sun, in a bright flash, took out one of his eyes. He threw it on the wind of his vision into a certain place, and it became the moon. And on this new orb, that eye-planet, he created woman. “You are a planet virgin, a moon maiden,” he told her. “I have touched you and made you out of my shadow. I want you to walk on the earth.” This happened in darkness at the time of a new moon.
“How will I walk over to that land?” asked the woman. So the sun created woman power and woman understanding. He used the lightning to make a bridge from the moon to the earth, and the woman walked on the lightning. Her crossing took a long time.
Now the maker of the universe had created man and woman and given them a power and a way that has never been changed. Doing that, the sun had used up another million eons of creation time. He instructed the woman in her tasks, which she accomplished through her dreams, through her visions, through her special powers.
The Great Spirit had created the woman to be with the man, with We-Ota-Wichasha—but not right away. They had to make contact slowly, get used to each other, understand each other for the survival of their caretaking. Tunkshila let blood roll into her. She walked on the lightning, but she also walked on a blood vein reaching from the moon to the earth. This vein was a cord, a birth cord that went into her body, and through it she is forever connected with the moon. And nine months of creation were given to her. At first she was without feeling, for love was created in her and inside the man long after their bodies had been formed. They did not live as we do today but were a part of the land, taking care of it even while it took care of them.
The man and the woman began to communicate with each other and talked for many years. Then inside them a feeling emerged. Even before they touched each other they felt a vibration, womb understanding. So by the powers of the great sun, by the powers of Tunkashila, it was given to them to understand that they were man and woman, creators themselves. That understanding came to the man through lightning, through the sun blood that was in him, and it came to the woman through that birth cord which connects her to the moon and whose power she still feels at her moon time.
“You are the caretaker of the generations, you are the birth giver,” the sun told the woman. “You will be the carrier of this universe.”
The man and the woman did what they were meant to do after sacred nature’s way, and twins were born to them, two little boys.”-American Indian Myths and Legends pg. 134, Sun Creation, Brule Sioux.

This is one of my favorite creation stories. Sometimes, when I feel lost with no purpose or optimism left in my heart, I read these creation stories and they help me remember. Most importantly, these stories teach that things in this world aren’t created instantly. Whether it is love, happiness, wealth, optimism, a good life, and even the opposites of those things, the creation of all these takes time. It takes energy. It takes a higher power. I believe that all of us have a piece of that higher power within us. When we choose to pray to that higher power, we are praying to that part of ourselves that may help make our prayers come true. Then again, that is just what I think. Everybody has different ideas about the higher power that makes things happen in this world for a reason. Everybody explains existence differently. All I know is that all of the ideas are the same in the way that all of these ideas are an attempt to explain this world and life.
I like this story so much because it has so much optimism. Sometimes, I forget that there is a whole lot more to this world and life than I can ever comprehend. There is so much more to this gift of life than I can understand. Sometimes, I look at the vast openness of the sky of life and all I see are the troubling storm clouds covering the entire sky. Yet, when reading a story like this, I can look at the whole sky and see way off in the distance, a small patch of the most beautiful blue sky in the midst of all the storm clouds. That patch of blue sky reminds me that after the storm passes, the blue sky will come again. I am also reminded that above all those storm clouds, the clear, blue sky is always there. It helps me to remain optimistic even when I want to cry rainstorms.