Ancestors

Dreams of Ancestors

My yea'a has always given me so much strength. 

Back in February 1991, I had a dream that has stayed with me ever since. In this dream, I saw Sasquatches. The family house and our father tribe were all gathered together, surrounded by the lush green forest. I looked outside, and a wave of fear washed over me when I saw something moving in the trees. Then, a Sasquatch stepped out from the woods. I had never seen one before—a huge, dark brown, hairy figure moving gracefully from the forest. It was a beautiful day, and everything felt fresh, like it had just rained the day before.

I turned to my yea'a and asked him why the Sasquatch was there. He replied, “They are here to be with us.” As I looked again, I noticed that more Sasquatches had joined the first one—about a dozen in total. They gathered with us like another house, and I imagined they came with our father tribe.

We continued our usual business, connecting with family and discussing community issues. With my family, everything often feels political, but it was good to enjoy each other's company and reconnect.

That dream was powerful. It made me realize that some of my ancestors, my yea'a, were Sasquatch. Six months later, my grandfather passed away, and I felt a deep sense of loss.

Tradition and culture are ingrained in our upbringing. I learned everything by watching my parents and grandparents live their lives with respect for the spirits around us.

Just yesterday, I found myself thinking of my yea'a, my mother’s dad, AutoMoto. For the past few days, I have felt his presence with me. It’s a reminder that our ancestors are always near, guiding us and giving us strength. In our dreams, they connect with us, reminding us of our roots and the importance of our heritage. We carry their wisdom with us, and it shapes our journey every day.


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