Many years ago, I read an article which I wish I had kept. I recall it as being about a Native American's experience with a Buffalo. The story was (I mean, this is my memory of it) of how this man, full of respect for the buffalo, was being asked to select one for slaughter. It described his anguish over this mission and fear at facing such a huge herd of powerful beasts. As he connected to the herd, called to them, called upon his own strength and guidance, one of the buffalo moved towards him away from the herd as if in acceptance. As if offering himself.
That could be read as an ego/man view point story of the animal surrendering to his superiority. However, to me it was an exquisite tale from the heart, demonstrating the mutual respect and love between the man and the buffalo. The energy exchange of understanding, spiritual wisdom, humility and of the acceptance of the cycle of life.
Buffalo are huge, powerful animals, emblematic of the life of the Native American. For centuries in indigenous traditions the buffalo has been revered as a sacred animal; a source of life force. Central to indigenous belief's and rituals, considered a symbol of abundance, strength and unity. Found once in vast, powerful herds, buffalo provided sustenance, giving all parts of itself and no parts wasted. Valued. Connected to the land, to earth and her abundance.
When I connect with buffalo energy, I feel their power and resilience. I reach up to the sky in songs of gratitude for all of life's blessings. For the great vast bounty that life offers us. I feel assured, emboldened and energised. I feel the deep connection to Spirit and oneness. To family and tribal belonging. I surrender and bow to higher wisdom; letting go of my worries, knowing I will always have what I need. I bathe in the celebration of Spirit, and all that is. I feel that bond; that strength.
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