ALTAR DEDICATED TO THE CABOCLOS AND PRETO VELHOS ----HOUSE OF THE VIKING
IN THE BRAZILIAN MACUMBA CULT THE 'CABOCLO' STANDS FOR 'INDIAN SPIRITS' OR 'THE ENCHANTED' THE 'PRETO VELHOS' (THE SPIRITS OF BLACK FOREFATHERS) ARE THE EQUIVALENT OF THE CABOCLOS
IN ORDER: JESUS OR OXALÁ L TO R: CABOCLO GUARANI, CABOCLO ARARIABOIA, INDIAN WOMAN JUREMA, TUPINAMBA,CABOCLO OF THE GREEN LEAF DOWN L TO R: MAI MADALENA, (FATHER) PAI BATUE, THE GOOD SHEPERD, FATHER BENEDITO, ZUMBI OF PALMARES, PAI JOACHIM, SÂO JORGE, ZÉ O NORDESTINO
THERE WHERE THE WOOD IS BURNIN', BUT NOT THE CABIN. THE CABOCLO WITH HIS ARROW AND BOW, DON'T HAVE TO FEAR. THERE, WHERE THE NIGHTENGALE SINGS, WHERE THE MOON SHINES THERE, WHERE MY LEADER IS, THE BRIGHT TWINKLIN' STAR! WITH THE PERMISSION OF OXALÁ, I SAW THE ARRIVAL OF A CABOCLO. HE DANCE WITH US, THE WARFARE CABOCLO, WITH A RED CROSS IN HIS RIGHT HAND
...The earth, is sufficient, I do not want the constellations any nearer, I know they are very well where they are, I know they suffice for those who belong to them...
THE INDIAN AND NEGRO GO TOGETHER... IN THE LAND OF THE PARROT
Illustrations by Paul Milosevich 1973 (c) for the album
"I have been a T T. Hall fan for years and to show my appreciation I sent him two drawings last summer. Later I met Tom T. in Lubbock and was elated when he suggested my doing some drawings for his album. I hope the outside of this album has some of the honesty and vitality that is inside." P. Milosovich (At that time he was Assistant professor of art at Texas tech University in Lubbock. note Wayn)
WHO LANDED? EXTRATERRESTRIAL BEINGS? Musea of Contemporary Art in Niteroi - Oscar Niemeyer - Brazilian architect In front a old Brazilian Ricksja Photo by storyteller 2007
I STILL GOT THAT BACK WATER BLUES MR. LEDBETTER... BUT I WILL BE SO GLAD WHEN I GET HOME... GIVE MY REGARD TO JOHN HENRY... AND BLESSINGS TO IRENE RW... AIN'T GOIN' DOWN TO THE WELL NO MO
The son of God, the Deathless One, had a wife, and she was a good woman. One day she went out to gather fruit, and the Hot Wind saw her and stole her away. The Deathless One found the Wind's trail, and knew the footprints; so he went home to his grandmother, the First Woman, and said, "I have seen the trail of the Wind who has stolen my wife, and I am going to follow him.' So the Deathless One followed the trail untill he came upon some people who lived close beside it, and he asked of them, 'Have you seen any one pass?' 'Yes,' said the people, 'The Wind passed by a short time ago, and with him went a beautifull woman.' Also they said, 'The Wind is a great pole-player. (games played with poles and rings are aboriginal Indian games found among many tribes.) He has beaten every one, and has won all the people. Stop for a while and we will tell you how the Wind plays. If you let him play with his own pole, he will beat you and put you with the rest of the men, women, and children that he has won. But if you will wait we will make you two good poles to play with, and then perhaps you will beat the Wind and win back the people and set them free.' So they made good poles for him, and the Deathless One went on until he came to the wind's lodge that was made of willowbrush, and there, inside, sitting with the Wind, he saw his wife. 'Ho, friend!' said the Wind, 'will you play pole with me?' 'Yes,' said the Deathless One. 'That's why I have come.' The Deathless One looked at the Winds pole; it was not made of wood, but of a dead man's thigh-bone. He did not want to play with the bone pole. Then he said to the Wind, 'Give me your ring that I may look at it.' He took the ring and knew that it was made of a live snake, for he saw the gleam of it's eyes. He had pins (the pins are possibly cactus thorns) in his hand, and with these he pierced the eyes of the snake, and gave back the ring to the Wind. The Wind tried to throw the ring, but he clould not, because it was dead. He tried again, and then asked of the Son of God, 'How did you kill this?' Í like not your ring nor your bone pole,' said the Deathless One; 'I have a good ring and good wooden poles.' Then he threw away the Wind's ring and pole and made ready to play. 'Where did you get these good poles and this ring?' said the Wind. 'I like them. I will play with you and stake half of these people.' They played one game, and the ring leaped over the Wind's pole and fell on the pole of the Deathless One, and so the Deathless One won half the people. The second game went the same way, and the Deathless One won the other half of the people. Then said the Wind, 'Are you a runner?' 'No,' said the Deathless One, 'I'm not a runner, but I mean to run with you to-day.' 'Let us race,' said the Wind. 'Let us start from the south and race all around the earth. The one that first reaches again the south point shall win the other. If I win you, I shall kill you; if you win me, you may kill me.' They started from the south and ran all around the earth, and before noon the Deathless One reached again the starting-point. There he waited untill the Wind came. The Wind stepped up close to him and said: 'I am ready if you are ready. You may kill me.' The Deathless One took up a stick and struck at the Wind's head, but every time he struck the Wind dodged. Then a little fly helped the Deathless One; the fly flew into his ear and said, 'Aim at his head, but strike the shadow of his head upon the ground.' So the Deathless One struck downward at the shadow and killed the Wind. Then he said: 'I never saw a man such as the Wind. Now I will make him no man, but wind only.' So he cut the body into four quarters, and threw them east, west, north, and south. That is why the wind still blows from four directions, but no loner lives in the form of a man. (the wife of the Deathless one probably represents the fruitfulness of the earth which was taken away by the hot wind, and upon whose release depended the life of the people.)
Then the Deathless One released his wife and brought her home.
THE MOJAVE-APACHES -SHORT STORY: THE FIRST WOMAN WHO MADE THE SON OF GOD
OUT OF THE BOOK: THE INDIANS BY NATALIE CURTIS 1968 (C) 1907 BY PAUL BURLIN
THE STORY OF GOMOIDEMA POKOMA-KIAKA
Many years ago we lived not here upon the earth but down under the ground. And ther came the time when we had no fruit and there was nothing to eat. So we sent the humming-bird to see what he could find. Where-ever he might find fruit or food of any kind, there the people would go. He flew up into the sky, and there he saw a grape-vine that had his roots in the underworld and grew up through a hole in the middle of the sky into the upper world. The humming-bird saw the hole in the sky and flew through it, and came to a land where mescal and fruits and flowers of all kinds were growing. It was a good land. It was this world. So the humming-bird flew back and told the people that he had seen a beautifull country above. "Let us all go up there," he said. So they all went up, climbing on the grape-vine. They climbed without stopping until they had come out through the hole in the sky into the upper world. But they left behind them in the underworld the frog-folk, who were blind. Now when the people had lived for a while in that land they heard a noise, and they wonderend at it and send a man to look down the hole, through which they had come, to see what made the noise. The man looked and saw the waters were rising from the underworld and were already so high that they nearly reached the mouth of the hole. The people said. "The blind frogs below have made this flood, and if it rises out of the hole it will wash us all away." So they took counsel together, and then they hollowed out a tree like a trough and put into plenty of fruits and blankets. They chose a beautifull maiden and laid her in the trough, and closed it up and said, "Now if the waters come and we are all washed away, she will be saved alive." The flood came up through the hole, and the people ran to the mountains, but thougt the mountains were high the waters rose over them. The trough floated like a boat, and the flood kept rising, till at last it nearly touched the sky. Still the waters rose till the waves dashed the trough against the sky, where it struck with a loud noise. It struck first to the south, then to the west, then to the north, then nearly to the east.Then the flood began to go down. The people had said to the woman, "If you hear the waters going down, wait till the trough rest on the earth, then make a little opening and look around you." When the trough rested on the ground the woman opened it and went out. She looked all around her, over all the world, but saw no one. All the peolple had been drowned. Then the woman thought, "How can I bear children and make new people?" She went up into the mountains early, before sunrise, and lay there alone. Then the daylight came and the beams from the sun shone warm upon the woman, and the water dripped from the crag, and in this way she conceived, and bore a daughter. When the child was grown to maidenhood the mother said to her, "Do you know, my daughter, how you came to be?" And the maiden said, "No." "I will show you," said the mother. So she led her daughter up into the mountains, and bade her lie down as she herselfs had lain. And the maid lay on the mountain all day. Next morning early, before sunrise, the mother went to her, and she lay down upon her daughter and look at the sun. Then she quickly sprang up, and in this way the maiden conceived of the sun, and the child that she bore was the Son of God - Sekala Ka-amja, "The-One-Who-Never-Died."
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INDIANS ON HORSEBACK
INDIANS
SITTING NUDE
THREE GIRLS IN A BARQUE
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