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Ancient mother I hear you calling, Ancient mother Ancient mother Ancient mother
We have been given this sacred opportunity to learn and walk together in a good way. Hold onto your honor by respecting the ways of your ancestors and never placing yourself above others. You may have been taught one way to pray, but Creator may have given a different way to pray to another. You may have been taught that there is only one way to walk this path and that only those like you have the right to learn. Who is to say, however, that Creator is so limited by separating the two-leggeds at birth into the “worthy” and the “unworthy”? What human here today has been granted the right to decide what Creator wants from us? Each of us have a direct line to Creator through our hearts. Our honor, our joy and our responsibility is to love one enough in a humble way and look for ways to protect our older brothers and sisters… We are all related. - Anisoquili (Many Ponies)  |
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O'siyo and Kanien'keha!Dear hearts & gentle people,
When we opened Indian Stuff three & a half years ago, we knew we would have to depend on all of our family & friends to make Indian Stuff work. You never let us down. We have been honored by the friendship & trust you have gifted us.
Last fall, as many of you know, a stolen SUV ran into the building, and since that incident Indian Stuff has looked abandoned. Fire lines & police lines were stretched around the building & plywood was nailed up to keep the outside - outside.
As a result sales have dropped. The building looks derelict & there's a city notice tacked to the building detailing imminent demolition. Potential new customers don’t find us, and we depend on a static customer base to continue making sales. Some of you just keep on buying to keep us afloat & we appreciate your kindness & your sacrifice.
Ironically, sales this month have been the best we’ve ever experienced in the summer season – there’s no figuring retail.
The landlady sold the building to a real-estate developer, & he has great plans for the building. A rebuilding project will begin soon. The roof will be peeled of & the street facade will be gutted. Everything will be rebuilt - in time. That’s good for the building, but it’s not good for Indian Stuff. We will close at the end of September to make way for demolition & re-construction. That will cost us our two busiest months – November & December.
We can not afford to re-open when the building is ready for occupancy. What that means in the immediate future is this 1) on August 27 we will move everything from the first room (where the street door is) to the second room. The overflow will go into the old wood-shop; 2) Indian Stuff will close for business on September 23.
From September 26 through September 29 we will empty all merchandise, display racks, etc from the store. All vendors are urged to please come by to retrieve unsold merchandise that week.
On September 30 we will have the final day at Indian Stuff, the last feast, & the last drum & fluting circles. We are inviting people to come, to bring food & instruments, to play music, to sit & to remember, & to talk & to eat. When we’re finished we’ll turn off the lights, lock the doors & begin the next part of this adventure. Thank you for being an essential part of Indian Stuff. The people we have come to know & the times we have shared mean more to us than anything else.
I thought of paraphrasing Charles Dickens in A Tale of Two Cities & write "It was the best of times; it was the worst of times." I can't. Simply Indian Stuff was the best of times ...
Sekon Kay & Yona
INDIAN STUFF has been described as a retail Indian art store wrapped around a native cultural center. That comes close to describing what happens at INDIAN STUFF & NATIVE EARTH CULTURAL CENTER at 1064 4th Street N., St Petersburg, Florida.
INDIAN STUFF is a market stocked with unique, often one-of-a-kind, handcrafted items, books, ceremonial herbs, and musical instruments:
And that’s some of what we offer.
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Many of our artists and vendors are either Native people or people of Native descent. In addition we also carry work from people who are true to an indigenous way of looking at the world consistent with lives spent following the Red Road.
But INDIAN STUFF is just the store. The store wrapped around NATIVE EARTH CULTURAL CENTER.
The cultural center’s mission is to “preserve, interpret, educate and entertain the public about Native Florida through art, books, music, dance, drama, storytelling, special exhibits and events open to the public in cooperation with individual artists and organization.”
And that means we do more than sell Indian curios, gifts, trappings and jewelry. We concentrate on providing a place where anyone can come and learn what being Indian means, what it means now and what it meant yesterday, and what it might mean tomorrow.
We do this in a number of ways. Some of them are:
Come. Enjoy, learn, and share.
Also be sure to visit the FLORIDA FRONTIER website to learn more about our amazing State and it's beginnings.
Call for upcoming gatherings at Indian Stuff and elsewhere in the community. Upcoming Events page will be updated when time allows. The store site has taken some damage with the recent Hurricanes and plans are being discussed to create a safe and beautiful environment for future gatherings. As always, please join us and support our local teachers, keepers, storytellers, artists, singers and musicians!
Indian Stuff was thrilled to host a recent afternoon of Keith Secola! Keith is a four-time Native American Music Awards winner, legendary native rocker who is well known internationally for his hit songs NDN Kars and Frybread. He is a multi-talented musician, singer, songwriter, composer and music producer. He's known as much for his humorous lyrics as for his upbeat rock and folksy blues rhythms. Keith Secola blends all forms of music influences into his songs, with the main influence coming from his indigenous roots. Some of his songs incorporate electric guitar with native flute, drums and native chants. He's performed at major international events like the North American Indigenous Games in Winnipeg, Canada, the Olympics in Atlanta and Salt Lake City, and last year headlined a concert on the National Mall in D.C. in celebration of the new Smithsonian National Museum of the American Indian. No matter what the age or ethnicity of the audience, Secola's music successfully bridges all generations and all people.
Keith is Anishinabe, originally from the Mesabi Iron Range country of Northern Minnesota, and now resides in Arizona. I hope you were able to come sit with us and enjoy the afternoon with this wonderful singer/song writer. He promised to come back next time he's in the area!
Gathering and Using Medicinal Herbs in the Cherokee Tradition
The Cherokee have been gifted by the Creator with an understanding of the gathering, use and preservation of medicinal herbs. The Cherokee believe that these plants were put on this earth to provide not only healing methods, but preventative measures, as well. Many plants have disappeared throughout the years, or have become extremely scarce. Because of this, we recommend extreme care in gathering wild herbs and other plants. The old ones taught that when you gather, only pick or dig every third plant you find. This will ensure that enough specimens remain to continue propagation. Many traditionalists carry on the practice of asking the plant’s permission to be gathered, and leave a small gift of thanks. This can be a small bead or other such item. It is also recommended by Cherokee traditionalists that should you find a wild crop of useful herbs, do not share it’s location unless it is to a person very close to you. This will ensure that large numbers of people do not clean out an entire wild crop in a short time.
Additional information regarding the gathering, usage and application of medicinal herbs can be found by talking to the elders of a Cherokee family. Many of these people will still recall some of the home remedies that their families used, as well as provide information on herbs which they themselves use. Please remember that these plants are very valuable as medicines because of the great chemical powers they contain. At the same time, these chemicals can be potentially dangerous if used in the wrong way. Cherokee herbalists have great experience, and have gone through extensive training and observation. Novice herbal practitioners are advised to seek out and develop a close relationship with Cherokee herbalists or their elders to learn how to use these medicines properly.
"For me, the essence of a medicine man's life is to be humble, to have great patience, to be close to the Earth, to live as simply as possible, and to never stop learning."
Wado for those who called recently to WMNF 88.5 fm between 10 and 11 pm to Chante Ishta, K Takeda, Jeff, Andrew and the other volunteers there to pledge your support to the Two Worlds all-Native American music radio program during this time of need! I heard many names being called out of my brothers and sisters across Tampa Bay and was thrilled that this amazing and varied music is appreciated! We also give many thanks to those who came out and joined us this past Saturday (April 24) to celebrate at the EARTH DAY Festival at Lowry Park in Tampa.
Happy Spring! There have been ten white buffalos (and that's just the ones I've heard of) born since 1994. I'm sure many of you know the significance of this miracle during our lifetime, but did you know that a certain Cheyenne war chief wore a white robe when he led his warriors into battle, and believed that it would shield him from all harm? (... and it properly did.) Native American prophecy foretold of a time when the White Buffalo would be born and there would be peace among all peoples following great upheaval and chaos upon Mother Earth. That time is now. The White Buffalo have come. Prepare yourself and offer smoke to the Peacekeepers.
Did you know that one of the major social games of the ancient Cherokee People was Di-ga-da-yo-s-di (Marbles)? Cherokee Marbles is a game of skill, still played in the form of tournaments. Also a skill is the art of making the marbles themselves. The marble game dates back to approximately 800 a.d., and is a complex game of skill and strategy played by adults on a five-hole outdoor course.
Until the early part of the 20th century, players used marbles chipped from stone, smoothed into round marbles about the size of billiard balls. Today, there are still some traditional marble makers, but most tournaments utilize billiard balls for play. The game is played on a field approximately 100 feet long, where there are five holes about two inches in diameter, 10 to 12 yards apart, forming an L-shape. Any number of players may play, but each team must have an equal number.
Each player uses on marble and must keep track of its location as well as the opposing players marbles. The players toss the marbles at the holres with the object of advancing by landing in each hole in sequence and returning to the starting point. Players must toss their marbles and knock the opposing players' out of the way in a prescribed manner. The first team to complete the course is the winner.
Remember to browse around all the pages here and then check out the links area. New photos being added now and again to the Telling Our Story and Red Heart's Fire pages.
Also take a look under Dreams and Understanding for a powerful new poem by our brother, Phil Penne. Remember with this orginal art of words and heart song, do not copy this poem elsewhere without his approval. Wado!
Linda - offering the beauty of her flutes at Indian Stuff
International Women's Day - 2004
The following are lyrics - moving and important - written by Kay Falling Leaves. The talented local native trio, Red Heart's Fire, sing these songs for their beauty and for their lesson. Please remember that we as a People have had too many things taken from us, and do not copy these lyrics. Enjoy them here. Wado.
Prayers in smoke, sweet scented sage
The ghosts of those long passed away
Heartfelt prayers fly to the sky
Together hear the people's cry
Our heritage is measured so
Controls in place, we cannot grow
Pass on traditions before they're gone
Then no one's left to hear our song.
Shame has governed some Indians' past
The need to hide, erase the last
Connections we had to the Others
Those gone before, our Sisters and Brothers
We now stand tall, so pass the word
But some would not want us to be heard
The name I have should not be used
To judge my heart and the Path I choose.
Don't judge me by my skin or hair
Don't judge me by the clothes I wear
My blood is Red, my heart beats strong
I proudly stand and sing my song
My walk is what my life proclaims
Do not judge me by my name.
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THE BEAT OF OUR MOTHER'S HEART
Hear the beat of our Mother's heart
Hear the beat of our Mother's heart
Though we think differently
Let's not grow apart
Hear the beat of our Mother's heart
Some would not approach the drum
Believing it belongs to only some
When will the day come
That we can all belong
To the beat of our Mother's heart
There should be no division
If we all share the same vision
United we stand
Woman and Man
Hear the beat of our Mother's heart
Hear the beat of our Mother's heart
Hear the beat of our Mother's heart
"It is a paradox in the contemporary world that in our desire for peace we must willingly give ourselves to struggle."
The Grandfathers have taught us about sacrifice. We have been taught to pray for the people in a pitiful way. Struggle and conflict is neither good nor bad, it just is. Everything that grows experiences conflict. When the deer is born it is through conflict. When the seed first grows, it is through conflict. Conflict precedes clarity. Everything has the seasons of growth. Recognize - acknowledge - forgive and change. All of these things are done through conflict.
Great Spirit, give me the courage today to see that struggle and conflict are here to teach me lessons that are a gift from you.
- Elder's Meditation
Wado Turquoise Cloud for the beautiful new business cards!
This is your Indian Stuff webspinner, Many Ponies, jumping in for a moment to tell you of a new offering at the Indian Stuff Store you should check out! Elizabeth Neily has started crafting 'Earth Dance Shawls' which are made out of the softest blankets in native prints. They are fringed and feature buffalo, elk and bear claw buttons and are perfectly snuggly for this cooler weather. Falling Leaves loaned me her shawl at a chilly nighttime gathering recently and it was hard to give it back! Now I have my own - with many ponies of course - and I'm sure you will see me enjoying its warmth often. Drop by the store and check these out before they're all gone!
Speaking of Elizabeth Neily, those of you who were not able to join us on the evening of January 8th for The Coming of the People, missed a wonderful teaching on Florida’s First People, the Calusa, the Timucuan, and the Tocobagan nations, as well as the coming of the Spanish. We were able to see and use many reproductions of ancient artifacts which helped us appreciate the culture and environment of our beautiful State. Wado Elizabeth!
Remember as you travel around this website to visit the links and remember that all these brothers and sisters pictured are members of your family, eager to make relations and work together for the good of all our relations.
Brothers
GREAT SPIRIT,
You who have given us this quiet time of darkness and peace,
this time of Winter.
You who has given us Life and
the opportunity to learn many lessons.
We ask that you continue to look upon us as your children,
living here on our Mother Earth,
and hear our prayers offered on eagle's wings,
offered on the sacred smoke.
We vow to walk this Path with honor,
holding You close to our hearts,
following the natural laws given to us by the Old Ones.
May the Directional Spirits,
the energy from our Sky Father,
the energy from our Earth Mother
and the divine spark of Life we hold in each of our Hearts,
bring us closer to each other
and closer to the understanding that we are all related.
The Native Earth Cultural Center is located at INDIAN STUFF, 1064 4th Street, North in St. Petersburg, Florida - Telephone: 727/821-8186. This is the place to start in learning more about the ancient peoples of Turtle Island, particularly those who lived here in the place we now know as Florida. See the Upcoming Events page in the left hand column.
Many Ponies, Gary, Falling Leaves, K
December 27, 2003 - Wolf Pak Party!
SONG OF FAITH - Offered by Yona
Heya. I take these two definitions of the word "empirical"... 1) derived from observation and 2) guided by practical experience. Empirical in the sense of can you weigh it in a laboratory or find it's value to ten times the value of pi in a geometrical or algebraic formula? Of course not... but Spirit is real and powerful and there and in my "empirical". Why empirical? - because I have experienced it directly, practically, and finally and, most importantly, by observation from my own perspective knowledge (realizing that I am perhaps using these words in ways other than originally intended).
I who was "dead", or well on the way even given my pointless survival, was revivified. So, you're right. Again from my own knowledge (i.e. empirically), I was in the sense of the most important parts of my being - the will to live if nothing else - destroyed with no desire to trudge forward. I was re-created from my own self-willed destruction, recalling the symbol of the phoenix... a universal archetype set free to sing and to fly. It is death and it is birth and it is the reason behind cycles.
You are 100% right... the BIG DADDY is hardly big enough; that is a bankrupt Western European mindset. The old people called this Force the Great Mystery and they knew a lot more about it than I ever will. They knew the winds would always blow, the rivers would always run, and the sky could always be blue. They knew starving winters and the blessing of harvest.
Heya. The Lakota called it crying for a vision – but if there was no one to cry to why did they cry? If there was no Mystery behind them, where would visions come from? Empirically speaking, I have seen bears' eyes looking into my heart from the inside of a snow cloud.
I cannot accept - given the mathematical implausabilities – the possibility of no force behind or energizing creation other than blind chance. I have seen the sun setting over the Gulf of Mexico and walked in the surf and felt the voices of my grandparents on the ancient shell mounds. You have told me that you have heard them too...
Creation - absolutely, but Creation energized by meaning and by (I cannot for all that is in me hesitate to use this word) love on an eternal scale and in the most unlovable of situations.
Heya. More fun than you can know... You are absolutely correct in every statement you make. We don't know Jack about Spirit and yet we attemt to create God (poor word that) in our own poor images every single day. The bankrupt broken un-Christian system is blood-guilty for murdering inexpressible millions of true hearts, and being in collusion with the murder of more millions; but in John's letter in the New Testamont John makes the startling point - God is Love. Hear that? GOD IS LOVE.
It's not put that way anywhere else at all. Bold faced - not love and hate the sides of the same coin - no this God IS Love.
Heya.
I don't know much about the historical Jesus or the historical Dekanawidah or Anna Mae Aquash. Can legend and myth be separated and will the words of the Gospel or even an FBI report still stand? NO WAY!!! But the legends and stories tell truths that scientists can't even guess at – I don't mean little kid stories – but myths of good and evil of love and hate of sacrifice and dying and living though one were in fact dead. That's what I believe. That's what I feel when I tell stories. Sure racial memory, cosmic archetypes all have a part to play – so do miracles.
All I know is this – and this has to be testimony – at my most unlovable at my lowest blackest times Creation loves me with all its heart. My blood courses and bees fly – these are both mathematical implausabilities - but they do. Heavier than air machines can't fly - obviously – but they do. That which is destroyed and left for lost cannot be reborn, but it can. I have seen all these miracles with my own heart. Yes this is fun.
I'm crowing about the fact that the universe (the entire Creation) isn't cold space and random nuclear explosions. It's all one piece – you pointed that out and it is written in love. I believe (and often I disbelieve) but I have been gifted with Recovery from alcohol and drugs and a rotten liver and broken hearts and self doubt of the highest sort imaginable and I can breathe. So, of course I believe...
When people care enough for people they know nothing about to feed and to clothe and to give them blankets and expect and receive nothing in return... I have no other way to say it. The universe is not cold. God or Creation or the Creator or the Mystery or your mom and your dad and your friends and your loves are Love for you in that moment.
This IS fun... or I'll take it one more shade even better than that to shout love at the heart of Creation expecting Nothing in return then hearing Creation answer Love back... Heya!
TOTEM POWER
Because they shared the concept of Wah-kon-tah, native people were able to appreciate animals as teachers. Their lives were dependent upon their relationship to animals – to the people with four feet, to the people with wings, and the ones who swim. During ceremonies holy men and holy women held sacred articles made from animal bone, shell, or feathers. Specific powers were understood to come from the animal tribes – with the bear possessing the greatest power. “The key Algonquin term that refers to sacred power as used here is manitou, with Kitchi Manitou being the totality of all such powers.”
Animals hunted were treated with the greatest honor, with ceremonies performed before the hunt. The actual death of the animal hunted was observed with honor and prayer for the animal, followed by respectful disposal of the skull and the bones. Animals were never killed cruelly or for sport. The senseless slaughter of prey was alien to and understood as perverse in traditional hunting cultures. Nothing was taken except that which was needed for survival.
In the old days our grandparents taught that guardian spirit animals had great power. People could learn spiritual lessons from animals and birds who were wise teachers. Often family groups formed a special bond with animals or plants. Animals and plant spirits taught human tribes how to live together in peace with their Mother. These plants and animals today are called “totems.” Tribes and families, as well as individuals, shared in the special powers and strengths of their totems. The bear had healing power and insight; the wolf had wisdom; the snake was the symbol of resurrection; the eagle could see far.
The six Haudenosaunee nations (which encompasses the sovereign Mohawk, Oneida, Onondaga, Cayuga, Seneca, and Tuscarora nations) were traditionally divided into nine “clans.” Each clan was represented by a totem animal: the bear, the wolf, the eel, turtle and beaver, the deer, the snipe, heron and hawk. The first loyalty of every Haudenosaunee was to the clan. Each clan was an extended family. Each clan cared for its own clan members. Clans were responsible for education, government, and passing on the traditions which that clan had been taught by the animal who had founded the clan and protected it.
Six Nations Confederacy Seal
Find your connection to Florida, this beautiful state, with artists/storytellers - Hermann Trappman & Elizabeth Neily. Discover the birth place of continents. Touch the bones of exotic prehistoric animals. Pull back the curtain of time to explore ancient civilizations. Hermann grew up in St. Pete and tells stories of finding mammoth toe-bones on construction sites and project points in road fill. He is an avocational archaeologist and illustrator and a storyteller of note. His first love is the very formation of Florida's bones and the Old People of Florida—the Tocobaga and the Calusa. Hermann and his lovely wife, Elizabeth, will tell where we came from, who we are, and where we are headed.
You can reach them at: 727/321-7845
500 million years of Florida's environmental and cultural heritage through stories, artwork and traveling exhibits. Meet saber-tooth cats, giant ground sloths, and mastodon hunters of Ice Age Florida. Who were the Mound Builders? Camps, classes, and guided tours (with exciting activities for all ages) bring Florida's rich past to life. Experience the thrill of atlatl throwing or making a bracelet out of palm fiber.
There are 8 bear species. The Giant Panda IS a bear, NOT a raccoon. The 8 species are: Brown Bear (Grizzly, Alaskan, Brown, European, Kodiak), Black Bear, Polar Bear, Spectacled Bear, Sloth Bear, Asiatic Black Bear, Giant Panda, Sun Bear.
The grizzly bear (Ursus arctos horribilis) is one of the largest North American land mammals. Its historic range covered much of North America -- from the mid-plains westward to California and from central Mexico north to Canada and Alaska. Males stand about 7 feet tall and weigh from 300 to 600 pounds. Females are smaller, usually weighing 200 to 400 pounds. The thick fur varies from light brown to nearly black and sometimes looks frosty, hence the name "grizzly." Except for mating and caring for the young, grizzly bears lead solitary lives, spending most of their time foraging for food. They are North America's largest omnivores, feeding on green vegetation, wild fruits and berries, insects, carrion, as well as smaller mammals. Salmon are an important food for grizzly bears along the west coast of Canada and in Alaska.
Don't be restricted by the malls... come visit Indian Stuff and find unique, one of a kind treasures. We do custom work too!
- Florida's deep roots with stories and music that tell of ancient horizons?
- Learning from living history presentations with individual performers or reenactment groups?
- Studying the prehistoric peoples and animals of Florida?
- Listening to the Dreamtime Ensemble weaving stories and music to tell of the earth's mystical beginnings?
500 Million Years of Florida History
Using geological specimens (a.k.a., "rocks"), Hermann Trappman describes the birth of Florida and takes you through the years to Florida's connection with North America 16,000,000 years ago. Using fossils, he then describes Florida's changing environments and the exotic animals that once inhabited them. Then we learn about the coming of the first people and their development into a culture with cities and wide-spread trade.
Whether you are of American Indian heritage or just want to learn, we offer our facility as a cultural center for all to come together in a good way to share knowledge and community. Check out the upcoming event page, as well as the weblinks, and plan your calendar around some of these wonderful gatherings. There is never a charge and we recognize you as our brothers and sisters always. This is the way of the Red Road.
LOVE TO DRUM? - or just want to learn more? Check out WOLF'S HEART LODGE, a drumming circle and Cherokee teaching Lodge - 10 years in Tampa Bay. Call Sky Dancer at 727/343-4638 for dates and directions to upcoming gatherings. You do not have to be 'of the blood'... you should, however, be 'of the heart'.
Visit INDIAN STUFF to see the latest offerings - changes week to week!
This is the Ceremony of your life. May you always speak your truth with clarity and compassion. May your steps be gentle on the Mother.
Take a look at the page entitled Red Heart's Fire for news on our own local, up and coming, inter-active, semi-official INDIAN STUFF house band!
Through Women's Eyes
IN SKY LAND
The turtle swam in the great Ocean Sea. Little muskrat dove to the seabed and carried the spirit of Eteno’ha to the water’s surface in her mouth and her webbed hands. With his tail Beaver molded the muck from the sea floor into the shape of Eteno’ha on the giant snapping turtle’s shell. Iotsitsisen was carried to Eteno’ha on the wings of the flying people who set her down. As Iotsitsijen stood and walked on the surface of Eteno’ha the new world grew wider and wider and hills, and trees, and rivers came to be. Today we call Eteno’ha, North America. Because we all live on the shell of that giant snapping turtle, Anoa’ra, the Haudenosaunee and many other people call this place, Turtle Island.
This story is told by Native people across the face of this continent. In it the central focus is on Creation and the place of Human beings in Creation. Our relationship to the land and our dependence on all creatures is easy to understand seen in this perspective.
We hope you enjoy our new OrgSite! Visit all the Links in the left hand column to learn more.
Discover the New World with Maria Velasquez - Travel back to the time when Spanish conquistadors plied the sparkling waters of Tampa Bay in a search for gold that forever eluded them. Elizabeth Neily (as Maria) describes the rigors of sailing on a tiny, cramped caravel to La Florida in 1528 with the Panfilo de Narvaez expedition. Learn about the Tocobaga Indians who lived here. This program provides hands-on activities using reproduction Indian artifacts, including spear throwers, shell tools and fire-drills, as well as Spanish artifacts including armor and weapons. 
According to Haudenosaunee teachers the earth was called “Eteno’ha.” Storytellers told the central Sacred story of the Haudenosaunee people on winter nights. This story was the focus of how Longhouse people understood their place in Creation. In the old days, so the grandparents say, the people lived in a land high above where earth is now. This land was called “Sky Land.” It was a perfect place. The Sky Woman, Iotsitsisen, was married to “Holder of the Heavens.” On a certain day Holder of the Heavens, jealous of the unborn child in Iotsitsisen’s belly, pushed his wife through a tear in the floor of Sky Land. Iotsitsisen fell through the clouds cushioned by all the winged people who flew in the air until she landed on a huge snapping turtle’s shell. The turtle was named “Anoa’ra.” 
