Bringing people together through ceremony & sharing.
Shambhala Mountain Center in Northern Colorado
Honoring the Elders | Listening to Speakers | Talking Stick Circles | Purification Lodges | Cross-Cultural Teachings | Music and Storytelling | Traditional Singing and Dancing | Youth Activities | Spiritual Healing for Mother Earth
While the Gatherings do not presume to be an answer in and of themselves, each is a prototype and hope for the future, creating a loving and unifying atmosphere as standard. The spiritual compassion, tolerance and equality that have been understood by Native peoples for generations are the foundation of the Gatherings. They have the feeling of a family camp-out and lasting friendships develop among participants who come from all over the world.
No fee is charged, but donations are welcome.
The Gatherings encourage sharing from all who attend, through a prayer, story, song, teaching, etc. Each person is important to the whole and all share around a ceremonial fire.
Elders have been the guiding influence in previous Gatherings and they have instructed that the Grandmothers should speak. The Grandmothers are asked to come forth and once again share their wisdom and knowledge of the ways, language, and philosophies they have learned for the benefit of all Nations of the Human.
The Spiritual Unity of Tribes Gathering of Eagles is an opportunity for the people of all Nations to rediscover how to live on Mother Earth and with All Our Relations.
Unity is our goal. Now is the time.
BLACK ELK’S LAST PRAYER
In 1950, Grandfather Black Elk returned to pray on Harney Peak, now renamed Black Elk Peak, at the site of his early vision:
“Here at the center of the world, where you took me when I was young and taught me; here, old, I stand, and the tree is withered, Grandfather, my Grandfather!
Again, perhaps for the last time on this earth, I recall the great vision you sent me. It may be that some root of the Sacred Tree still lives. Nourish it then, that it may leaf and bloom and fill with singing birds! Hear me, that they may once again go back to the Sacred Hoop, and the good red road, the shielding tree.
In sorrow, I am sending a feeble voice, O six powers of the world. Hear me in my sorrow, for I may never call again. O make my people live!