earth-saving wisdom from the indiginous, by Ed McGaa - Eagle Man.
I’m sitting with my Kindle Paperwhite in my lap, staring at the words on the virtual page, trying to determine how to do this book justice. I think the only way is to tell a story because that’s what this book is - stories.
How did our ancestors impart wisdom to their descendants? How did we, as disparate bands of roving hunter-gatherers or early farmers, retain the memories of our distant past? Stories. In fact, among almost every ethnic group or tribe certain men and women were chosen, usually by aptitude or family, to retain oral traditions- stories- in order to pass them on to future generations. Hence the phrase- wisdom tales. In Yiddish we call them bubbemitzes, grandmother’s stories.
You do realize nearly every single book in both the Hebrew Bible and the New Testament were originally oral histories, stories passed from generation to generation until they were ultimately written down. In Judaism we refer to much of our Wisdom Literature as the ‘Oral Torah‘. (There exists a massive body of oral wisdom, some of which predates the Torah, or the five books of Moses.)
Anyway, my story. When I was a kid, we played a lot of cowboys and Indians. I always wanted to be the Indian. Now, I was a really little kid and truth be told by rights I should want to be a cowboy. The cowboys almost always kicked ass. Besides, I was maybe four or five years old. What did I know of Indians? What was up with that?
Well, I like to think it’s ancestral memory. You know, genetic memory. One of my ancestors was, conceivably, part Indian. Which part? I don’t know. Last name Corn. First name Mary.
Probably originally Corn Woman or something like that.
I wanted to be the Indian because Indians made sense to me. What Ed McGaa says is true - the natural wisdom of the Lakota makes sense. It is not an established dogma, rather it’s a way of life, a way of thinking, a new/old way of looking at the world.
The Plains Indians were not perfect. Their way of life was not perfect. There were inter-tribal spats and skirmishes. There was, occasionally, competition over food supplies. However North America possessed abundant resources and obviously had fewer population pressures than did Europe and Asia. The Plains Indians were not farmers. They were hunter-gatherers. When the food supply moved, they moved. They were a mobile society and thus their small settlements avoided diseases caused by a build up of human waste products, something that can happen when humans stay in one place for too long. The tribes also possessed a pretty good notion about how to deal with contagion, a no-nonsense approach that involved isolating a sick group until any significant illness had run its course.
Native Americans did not face epidemics on a massive scale the way Europeans and Asians did. It wasn’t until Europeans arrived on these shores that the natives were exposed to diseases for which they had no immunity. For example, a single case of chicken pox or measles could wipe out an entire Mandan village. Native populations were decimated throughout the Western Hemisphere, especially by small pox, which was, on occasion, deliberately introduced through contaminated blankets sent as charitable gifts to a village. Think of it as early biological warfare.
However, it was also the Europeans who re-introduced the horse to North America. What’s the first thing that comes to mind when you think of Sioux Indians? Horses. But it wasn’t until the Plains Indians encountered horses that had escaped from Spanish explorers, Spanish conquistadors, Spanish ships, that they developed a powerful horse culture. Previous paleo-Indian groups had hunted the native North American horses to extinction.
One cannot imagine the Plains Indians, especially as European explorers and traders came to know them, without the horse.
So, Europeans giveth and Europeans taketh away. Kind of like signing treaties and ignoring the terms of those treaties.
I guess I’m talking around the book. In Spirituality for America, Mr. McGaa illustrates, through homespun wisdom and personal anecdotes, how a simpler way of life, a life lived in harmony with the natural world, can help us as grow and prosper as individuals and as a society. Will his way save the world? Well, that is the question. Mr. McGaa is sincere. He believes it can.
Spirituality For America is available here on Amazon.
Additional reading:
Black Elk Speaks, by John G. Neihardt
Seven Arrows, by Hyemeyohsts Storm.
The Fourth World of the Hopis, by Harold Courlander.
House Made of Dawn, by N. Scott Momaday.
Indian Boyhood, by Charles A. Eastman.
Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee, by Dee Brown.
Crazy Horse, The Strange Man of the Oglalas, by Mari Sandoz.
Giving Birth to Thunder, Sleeping with His Daughter, Coyote Builds North America, by Barry H. Lopez.
Indian Sleep-Man Tales, by Bernice G. Anderson.
History of the Expedition Under the Commands of Captains Lewis and Clark, Vol. 1, To the Sources of the Missouri, Thence Across the Rocky Mountains, the Years 1804-5-6, Meriwether Lewis.


And Mister McGaa is probably right. The biggest problem with our planet is over population. So returning to a simpler lifestyle in tune with nature will be difficult, I fear. And then there are the vested interests. Bankers, miners, weapons manufacturers, Microsoft, Apple…
Growing up up as a kid I always had a lot of wisdom imparted on to me either accompanied by a slap on the back of the head or in the case of the local cop who caught me (again) with a toe boot the the rear end which normally was followed up by another slap to the head when I least expected it as he (the local cop) would then wait a couple of weeks before telling my mother that he had caught ‘wee tommy on the roof of the garages behind the co-op again or nicking comics from the the pile waiting to be taken in early in the morning in front of the local newsagents shop!
Lessons learnt, always stay at arms length from mother if I had been up to no good in case she had found out and learn to run faster to escape the boot of the local constable
Tom, you have that trouble-maker quality about you. The mischief in your eyes… sigh. Such a bad boy.
Well, Greta, I think there are far too many of us and we are far too diverse to put this sort of commonsense advice into practice. Besides, pretty much every ethnic and/or religious group thinks it has the answer so… We’re doomed. That’s life. Truth be told I do what I can and don’t spend much time worrying about it. My one goal was to raise conscious children, people who would not leave the earth in a worse state. In that I believe I’ve succeeded.
This is a most interesting book, isn’t it, Julia, and yes, difficult to quantify.
But I loved the stories. Even though I don’t agree with some of Mr. McGaa’s conclusions, he makes some good arguments that are worthy of discussion. (side effect: his stories make me want to dig out my beads, and climb a mountain :D)
Now that you’ve finished it, I have to ask: Did you love The Tourist story?
The stories are amazing. Eagle Man has lived a remarkable life. The Tourist- chapter- is one of my favorite episodes in his life, but the tourist himself is a nonsequitur. He’s just the prompt!
I’ve done many vision quests. Jaye - off you go!
I always wanted to be an Indian maiden, pretty much an impossibility for a freckle faced, red-headed girl. Well, I could dream.
I always played the cowgirl:) Sounds like a wonderful, wisdom imparting read, Julia.
It’s a good book, Sandra. I do love cowboys too!
Stephanie -
Yes, you can dream. And I love red hair!
My brothers were the cowboys. I was the Indian maiden. Had very long hair (sit-upon hair) I wore in braids and a squaw skirt outfit. It also helped that I grew up in Arizona…
I can see it, Anny! I had a buckskin skirt. Still have it - tiny!