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Originally Posted by wind bringer  Thanks codenamesriley. It's good to hear from someone else who can do this kind of thing. 
so, I started experimenting (nothing too big). And I find it's really nice to make a small breeze, or maybe even a short rain. I also like to move clouds around into shapes when I'm outside and bored :P
I hope to hear from you and others like us sometime.
Blessings,
Jason |
In the tradition I practice, we call the "weather" The Wakia Oyate: The Cloud People or The Wankiyan - The Thunderbird. They can hear us when we talk to them. Sometimes they listen, sometimes they don't. They have a will of their own. Sometimes they choose favorites among us whom they feel a particular affinity for. Those people we call "Heyoka".
When a vision comes from the thunder beings of the West, it comes with terror like a thunder storm; but when the storm of vision has passed, the world is greener and happier; for wherever the truth of vision comes upon the world, it is like a rain. The world, you see, is happier after the terror of the storm... you have noticed that truth comes into this world with two faces. One is sad with suffering, and the other laughs; but it is the same face, laughing or weeping... as lightning illuminates the dark, for it is the power of lightning that heyokas have.
—Black Elk, quoted in Neihardt (1959), p160
The most famous Heyoka to most people was called Tsunka Witko. You may know him as "Crazy Horse".
I once heard of a Sun Dance in which a young man learning to be a Pezuta Wichasa (Medicine Man) became bored during an Inipi Ceremony (sweat lodge). Out of this bordom, he prayed that the sky would meet the ground. Out of seemingly nowhere, a tornado appeared and began to bear down on the Dancers and the supporters. An elder Wichasa Wakan (Holy Man) stepped forward and asked the Wakia to take back their winds and thanked them for hearing the prayer of his nephew. The tornado immediately dissipated.
One thing I've learned is that we must be very careful of what we ask for. More often than not, we get it. And more often than not, we don't know what to do with it when we do get it.
Hecetu yelo,
Mato.