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I love your ways Thanks for sharing..🦌

Respect for our home is a priority and rsponsibility. Integrity should not be sacrificed to make a profit or any reason really. I mean mother Earth is only the provider of everything...Thankz for sharing💚🌳🌎🙏

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.she uses the expression, he/she "talks about" as if this art form is linguistic/verbal! Surely it should say " the work speculates/relates to etc ! Also I don't like it when she uses the word "we" (as in humanity) to include ME in her ANALysis !

Thank you so much, especially Jessica for sharing your heart, your thrills, your fears and your love. This is so inspiring!

That's why my my Elders belong in a Cedar Casket... Be bugs & stuff like that ??? Worm crawling through my eye holes & stuff like that... 🤔

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Beautiful. Loved so much go out into the forest. Makes you feel alive😊

beautiful video

Thank you for teaching us i am new at weaving basket and i whant to thank mother eart so thanks for your teavhing!✌❤

Wow white man is really bad. All white men in Canada should be white shamed. I'm a white Indian that grew up on the reservation half my family's Indian but now I'm a racist. Funny how all that works now. I'm sure glad that the natives have finally woken up now blame white man for all the problems in their society. I grew up in that Society. If you were all interested in fixing it you would have been on it long time ago instead of just taking subsidies from the government endlessly. I know what went on on the reservations you had the Haves and the Have Nots. The chiefs were always the haves. Some chiefs were gambling up to $20,000 a day While others on the same res had holes in their roofs but why would they care for all the people you're not supposed to tell the truth about it all. Oh not to mention my two sister-in-laws were in a residential schools they loved it their mother had passed out on the railroad tracks and was run over by a train sadly. But we're not supposed to talk about that either we're just supposed to believe in the imaginary. But as long as you're bashing the bandwagon of white man bad and racist well then you're a hero. It certainly sad for me to see how badly they've destroyed the natives of this country in so many ways

what time of the year is it?

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This is amazing! great video

💖 this was such a beautiful experience to be a part of

This building more than any other inspired me to become an architect - 40+ years ago.

Nicely done folks. Thank you.

I love to see these traditions. The craftmanship is amazing. I always wonder how long it took the earliest of peoples to determine what a Spruce tree can offer as opposed to another type of tree. For all of these 'tribes' their environment gave them what was needed, they taught themselves how to use it. I watched a man make arrows from Dogwood, it was available to his tribe. A woman making a robe from thousands of turkey feathers, cordage made from a plant. No cotton, no synthetics...love it! I have one thought, I would like to see how a tree heals, survives after a harvest as shown here. Perhaps a forest where one can see the trees that sustained earlier generations and how it looks today. Perhaps they don't last long enough... Excellent.

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Thank you for sharing this.

What are they sprinkling around the tree? Is it tobacco?

This is rarer than rare and more precious than gold. A roof over ones head and a healthful meal is invaluable. So grateful for those willing to share this life giving knowledge. Much Love.

good video we will never stop fighting

[I copied out the subtitles, and I thought I'd post here in case it's useful for anyone having trouble reading them. Please correct if I made any errors!] It must have been a long time ago according to what the old people of the past used to tell. There was a place called xwməm̓qwe:m. It is somewhat grown in now, but it is still a lake. It is shallow, small, and cranberries are what is grown there. There was nothing there though. There was just a lake, a small lake. It was said to be where that monster was, sʔ:iɬqəy̓. They were always telling. It was impossible for someone walking to go near. As soon as a child grew up, he was told about it and warned, “Don’t be going to that lake back up there, there is a monster. It is a sʔ:iɬqəy̓ that is there. If you are foolish enough to go, you won’t be able to return. They say that if you go near, you will get twisted up and you will die.” That’s why no one could go there. It was truly a monster. Sometimes when it was evening, nearly dark, you heard a duck if you were walking fairly near: Quack! Quack! Quack! It was like a mallard but it was very loud. That’s how you could tell if it was not a duck, those who used to know said. They couldn’t miss their way and go close. Only those who knew nothing, people from another place, could be mistaken and think it was a real duck. They were the ones that monster managed to kill, those people, who were mistaken, but the people of that time from here, they couldn’t go near. If they heard that sound like a mallard, whenever it was sounding, the only thing they did was get away. It was quite a while that it was there, in what was then a lake, before it came out, according to what the old people also said. It left its den to come down to the shore. It was in plain view. There were quite a few people who had a chance to see it as it came along. It was being watched by people who had known about it for a long time. “It’s a monster, a monster, you folks. Move away. Don’t let it catch you.” So the people remained that way. The people divided so as to make a path for that monster that is called the sʔ:iɬqəy̓. It continued on to the big river. Where it went became the course of a stream. Everything that it passed over, grass, ferns, everything died as that monster passed by. There were many people who saw it with their own eyes. They had a good view. It had two heads together as it was dragging itself along. The middle of that monster was like a big storage basket. It was steaming. That is what is called the stomach, where everything that that monster swallows goes. Then the old people were saying, that is why this creek is very crooked. It is the path it followed when it went out, that monster. When the next year came, then the grass grew at what had been the place it had passed when it went along, that monster that was called a sʔ:iɬqəy̓. That was a different plant. The people called it məkwəy̓. When it was another year, next year, then that plant məkwəy̓ spread out when it grew. It bloomed like any other plant, but it was not like any other plant. The old people did not step on it. It was thought sacred. It was the droppings of that monster, sʔ:iɬqəy̓. It is what fell, that plant that we call məkwəy̓, which came to be growing plentifully all over. The people of long ago named this place where we are xwməkwəy̓əm. A long time must have passed. When I was a child myself they had already been calling this xwməkwəy̓əm. So said my grandmother p̓əliqwəye.

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11:37 this is the feeling of truth, the truth we are connect to mother earth, that without her, we could not survive. We are made of mother earth, every element we are made of and rely on is mother earth. It is emotional, because so many people don't know the truth, without mother earth we would not be.

This was so great and thank you for sharing your knowledge!

Great to continue traditions, thanks for sharing.

Bravo!

Yôotva for the info on buttercups. I battle them in my garden all the time and needed a reason to love and appreciate them.

I love trees always did, used to go in the woods all the time by myself.Trees are so medicinal in many ways. In our area we usd the leaves off trees for medicines.

That's just wonderful. But what are you teaching them besides propaganda and politics? My bet is noting at all. And that won't change until people of the earth no longer hold elections, instead they just hire professionals.

Thank you for sharing. ❤

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Love this!! This is my family.... Byron is my mom's youngest brother and my favorite uncle.

They are such beautiful people, I love the diverse native community within Canada.

who's here for homework reasons

Lovely video and personal story. Thanks for sharing you two!

That’s my grandpa 👴

Just one beautiful thing I’d like to mention about this “province” in regards to its physical geography is… the sheer diversity and variation that exist here on this land. Yes, the ignorant ones shall not know this. The number of biogeoclimatic zones in just this “province” alone is a physical geography wonder. The people that already understood this and know this and acknowledge it fully in the way that it needs to be are the Indigenous People. This scares the ignorant ones because they know who has SUPERIOR knowledge to them on all levels concerning the Land. One of the levels of knowledge that terrifies them is SPIRITUAL knowledge of the Land. They disregard this knowledge because they don’t even know wtf I’m talking about but they feel it nonetheless when they are in Nature, everyone feels it. The Indigenous know this knowledge completely, totally. This is just one of the reasons why certain regions are deemed SACRED. Ignorant fools have no idea that their illness is what drives humanity to near extinction. So with all of this said, I propose a name for this province which must be translated in the Native Tongue. I believe this name is very inclusive (even the ignorant ones because everyone needs an anus), reflects the current status of the “province” and of the World, and realizes the imminent fall of colonialism and the ending of capitalism. This name is “All that is Different”. I have no clue which language it’s going to be in. I have no idea how it will sound or how difficult it will be to say. I believe a new name has already been chosen. We need good timing. There’s no timing like now, especially when there are thousands of children speaking to the World from beyond their graves. Peace and Love to ALL.

very nice

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