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ANT-
ANT WISDOM INCLUDES:

Patience - Stamina Planning - 
Energy and patience needed to complete work - Communal living - 
Storing for the future 

ANT-

Imagine how hard the ant must work to bring rocks up out of the anthill and food back down. Patience, teamwork, and cooperation are required. We can use those qualities as well! 
If something you want has not yet arrived in your life, be patient! It will arrive at a time that is in the highest good for all concerned. Get some rocks from around the edge of an anthill and put them in your pocket for patience!

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BUMBLEBEE-
Bumblebee 
BEE WISDOM INCLUDES:

Connection to the Goddess Diana, thus the other aspect she is known by - Understanding female warrior energy - Reincarnation -
Communication with the dead - 
Helping earth-bound spirits move on to their proper place - 
Concentration - Prosperity

http://www.darsie.net/talesofwonder/raccoon.html
THE RACCOON AND THE BEE TREE-
A Native American Tale 
    The Raccoon had been asleep all day in the snug hollow of a tree. The dusk was coming on when he awoke, stretched himself once or twice, and jumping down from the top of the tall, dead stump in which he made his home, set out to look for his supper. 

    In the midst of the woods there was a lake, and all along the lake shore there rang out the alarm cries of the water people as the Raccoon came nearer and nearer. 

    First the Swan gave a scream of warning. The Crane repeated the cry, and from the very middle of the lake the Loon, swimming low, took it up and echoed it back over the still water. 

    The Raccoon sped merrily on, and finding no unwary bird that he could seize he picked up a few mussel-shells from the beach, cracked them neatly and ate the sweet meat. 

    A little further on, as he was leaping hither and thither through the long, tangled meadow grass, he landed with all four feet on a family of Skunks---father, mother and twelve little ones, who were curled up sound asleep in a oft bed of broken dry grass. 

    "Huh!" exclaimed the father Skunk. "What do you mean by this, eh?" And he stood looking at him defiantly. 

    "Oh, excuse me, excuse me," begged the Raccoon. "I am very sorry. I did not mean to do it! I was just running along and I did not see you at all." 

    "Better be careful where you step next time," grumbled the Skunk, and the Raccoon was glad to hurry on. 

    Running up a tall tree he came upon two red Squirrels in one nest, but before he could get his paws upon one of them they were scolding angrily from the topmost branch. 

    "Come down, friends!" called the Raccoon. "What are you doing up there? Why, I wouldn't harm you for anything!" 

    "Ugh, you can't fool us," chattered the Squirrels, and the Raccoon went on. 

    Deep in the woods, at last, he found a great hollow tree which attracted him by a peculiar sweet smell. He sniffed and sniffed, and went round and round till he saw something trickling down a narrow crevice. He tasted it and it was deliciously sweet. 

    He ran up the tree and down again, and at last found an opening into which he could thrust his paw. He brought it out covered with honey! 

    Now the Raccoon was happy. He ate and scooped, and scooped and ate the golden, trickling honey with both forepaws till his pretty, pointed face was daubed all over. 

    Suddenly he tried to get a paw into his ear. Something hurt him terribly just then, and the next minute his sensitive nose was frightfully stung. He rubbed his face with both sticky paws. The sharp stings came thicker and faster, and he wildly clawed the air. At last he forgot to hold on to the branch any longer, and with a screech he tumbled to the ground. 

    There he rolled and rolled on the dead leaves till he was covered with leaves from head to foot, for they stuck to his fine, sticky fur, and most of all they covered his eyes and his striped face. Mad with fright and pain he dashed through the forest calling to some one of his own kind to come to his aid. 

    The moon was now bright, and many of the woods people were abroad. A second Raccoon heard the call and went to meet it. But when he saw a frightful object plastered with dry leaves racing madly toward him he turned and ran for his life, for he did not know what this thing might be. 

    The Raccoon who had been stealing the honey ran after him as fast as he could, hoping to overtake and beg the other to help him get rid of his leaves. 

    So they ran and they ran out of the woods on to the shining white beach around the lake. Here a Fox met them, but after one look at the queer object which was chasing the frightened Raccoon he too turned and ran at his best speed. 

    Presently a young Bear came loping out of the wood and sat up on his haunches to see them go by. But when he got a good look at the Raccoon who was plastered with dead leaves, he scrambled up a tree to be out of the way. 

    By this time the poor Raccoon was so frantic that he scarcely knew what he was doing. He ran up the tree after the Bear and got hold of his tail. 

    "Woo, woo!" snarled the Bear, and the accoon let go. He was tired out and dreadfully ashamed. He did now what he ought to have done at the very first---he jumped into the lake and washed off most of the leaves. Then he got back to his hollow tree and curled himself up and licked and licked his soft fur till he had licked himself clean, and then he went to sleep. 
Bumblebee 
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BEE-

The bee is the messenger of the gods. If he comes buzzing into your life, take note. You may be receiving a message from Spirit. Alternately, you could be getting a message to do a little less and just be still for awhile! When we take the time to just be, we clear our minds to receive divine guidance. 

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BUTTERFLY-

Tiger Swallowtail and Buddy
BUTTERFLY SPIRIT INFLUENCE INCLUDES: 

The power of the whirlwind - Reincarnation - 
Transformation Transmutation - Magic 

http://home.no.net/norweagl/lore/leg226.htm
A PAPAGO BUTTERFLY STORY - 
      One day the Creator was resting, sitting, watching some children at play in a village. The children laughed and sang, yet as he watched them, the Creator's heart was sad.

     He was thinking:

     "These children will grow old. Their skin will become wrinkled. Their hair will turn gray. Their teeth will fall out. The young hunter's arm will fail. These lovely young girls will grow ugly and fat. The playful puppies will become blind, mangy dogs. And those wonderful flowers - yellow and blue, red and purple - will fade. The leaves from the trees will fall and dry up. Already they are turning yellow." 

      Thus the Creator grew sadder and sadder. It was in the fall, and the thought of the coming winter, with its cold and lack of game and green things, made his heart heavy. 

      Yet it was still warm, and the sun was shining. The Creator watched the play of sunlight and shadow on the ground, the yellow leaves being carried here and there by the wind. He saw the blueness of the sky, the whiteness of some cornmeal ground by the women. Suddenly he smiled.

      "All those colors, they ought to be preserved. I'll make something to gladden my heart, something for these children to look at and enjoy." 

       The Creator took out his bag and started gathering things: a spot of sunlight, a handful of blue from the sky, the whiteness of the cornmeal, the shadow of playing children, the blackness of a beautiful girl's hair, the yellow of the falling leaves, the green of the pine needles, the red, purple, and orange of the flowers around him. All these he put into his bag.
As an afterthought, he put the songs of the birds in, too. 

      Then he walked over to the grassy spot where the children were playing. "Children, little children, this is for you," and he gave them his bag. "Open it; there's something nice inside," he told them. 

      The children opened the bag, and at once hundreds and hundreds of colored butterflies flew out, dancing around the children's heads, settling on their hair, fluttering up again to sip from this or that flower. And the children, enchanted, said that they had never seen anything so beautiful. 

      The butterflies began to sing, and the children listened smiling. 

      But then a songbird came flying, settling on the Creator's shoulder, scolding him, saying:"It's not right to give our songs to these new, pretty things. You told us when you made us that every bird would have his own song. And now you've passed them all around. Isn't it enough that you gave your new playthings the colors of the rainbow?"
"You're right," said the Creator. "I made one song for each bird, and I shouldn't have taken what belongs to you." 

      So the Creator took the songs away from the butterflies, and that's why they are silent. "They're beautiful even so!" he said. 

BUTTERFLY - The butterfly symbolizes transformation. Caterpillar crawled and struggled across the ground, taking slow and laboring steps to climb each plant. Then he went through a slow death in the cocoon. He died to his old identity and emerged as the beautiful butterfly. 
If butterflies appear, you are going through change. Let go of the old, wait patiently for the new. You may even be considering a physical move. 
Make it beautiful! 

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COCKROACH-

COCKROACH'S WISDOM INCLUDES: 

Speed to avoid harm - Understanding shadow - 
Moving through fear - Understanding disgust in others 

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CRICKET-

CRICKET'S WISDOM INCLUDES: 

Good luck - Teaching the power of song in darkness - 
Finding ones way out of darkness by following their song - 
Understanding the time to jump out of a situation - 
Communication - Connection to the plant kingdom 

CRICKET AND COUGAR -Tribes of Alta and Baja California 

      Cougar was walking in the forest, and he jumped onto a fallen log to look around. From inside the log came a tiny voice. 

      "Get off the roof of my lodge!" Out from the rotten end of the log came a tiny Cricket. "You are standing on the roof of my lodge, Cougar," said the little insect. You must step off now, or the roof-pole will break and my lodge will fall in." 

     "Who are you to tell me what to do?" asked Cougar sternly, although he did step off the log. He lowered his head until his nose was very close to Cricket. "In this forest, I am the chief of the animals!" 

      "Chief or no Chief," said Cricket bravely, "I have a cousin who is mightier than you, and he would avenge me." 

      I don't believe you, little insect," snarled Cougar, "Belive me or believe me not," said Cricket. "it is so." 

      "Let your cousin come to this place tomorrow, when the sun is high, and we will see who is the mightier," said Cougar. "If your cousin does not prove himself to me, I will crush you and your entire lodge with my paw!" Cougar turned and bounded off through the forest. 

      The next day, when the sun was high, Cougar came back along the same trail. He stopped over the log and called to cricket. "Cricket, come out! Let me meet your mighty cousin!" 

      Just then, a tiny mosquito flew up from the log buzzed into the big cats ear. 

       "What is this?" cried the cougar, who had never seen or heard a mosquito before. The mosquito began to bite the soft inner ear of the cougar, and drank from his blood. "Ahrr! Ahrr!" cried the cougar in pain, "Get out of my ear!" The cougar pawed at his ear, and ran around in a circle shaking his head. The mosquito bit him again and again. 

       Cricket came out of the log and called up to the cougar. "Are you ready to leave my lodge alone?" 

      Cougar said that he would so Mosquito came out of Cougar's ear and went into the log lodge with Cricket. Cougar ran off down the trail, and never went that way again. 

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DRAGONFLY-
DAMSELFLY/DRAGONFLY'S WISDOM INCLUDES:

Mastery of life on the wing - Power of flight
Power to escape a blow - Understanding dreams
Power of light - Breaking down illusions
Seeing the truth in situations - Swiftness
Change - Connection to Dragon

DRAGONFLY -Dragonfly is associated with the nature angels, devas,and fairies. If one flies into your life it may be time to hike, camp, or play with some plants. Reconnect with your elemental nature by going outdoors and finding the divine all around you. 
Dragonfly's wings are clear but can appear colored in different lights. Similarly, our emotions color our reality. Dragonfly urges you to look beyond illusions and see the truth that is right in front of you. 

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FIREFLY-

Firefly 

FIREFLY'S WISDOM INCLUDES: 

Ability to find light in the darkness - 
Use of light for communication - 
Ability to communicate with Color 

http://home.no.net/norweagl/lore/leg212.htm 
HOW THE SIOUX (LAKOTA) CAME TO BE BRULE (LAKOTA)-
This story was told to me by a Santee grandmother. 

       A long time ago, a really long time when the world was still freshly made, Unktehi the water monster fought the people and caused a great flood. Perhaps the Great Spirit, Wakan Tanka, was angry with us for some reason. Maybe he let Unktehi win out because he wanted to make a better kind of human being. 

      Well, the waters got higher and higher. Finally everything was flooded except the hill next to the place where the sacred red pipestone quarry lies today. The people climbed up there to save themselves, but it was no use. The water swept over that hill. Waves tumbled the rocks and pinnacles, smashing them down on the people. Everyone was killed, and all the blood jelled, making one big pool. 

      The blood turned to pipestone and created the pipestone quarry, the grave of those ancient ones. That's why the pipe, made of that red rock, is so sacred to us. Its red bowl is the flesh and blood of our ancestors, its stem is the backbone of those people long dead, the smoke rising from it is their breath. I tell you, that pipe, that *chanunpa*, comes alive when used in a ceremony; you can feel power flowing from it. 

       Unktehi, the big water monster, was also turned to stone. Maybe Tunkshila, the Grandfather Spirit, punished her for making the flood. Her bones are in the Badlands now. Her back forms a long high ridge, and you can see her vertebrae sticking out in a great row of red and yellow rocks. I have seen them. It scared me when I was on that ridge, for I felt Unktehi. She was moving beneath me, wanting to topple me. 

       Well, when all the people were killed so many generations ago, one girl survived, a beautiful girl. It happened this way: When the water swept over the hill where they tried to seek refuge, a big spotted eagle, Wanblee Galeshka, swept down and let her grab hold of his feet. With her hanging on, he flew to the top of a tall tree which stood on the highest stone pinnacle in the Black Hills . That was the eagle's home. It became the only spot not covered with water. 

      If the people had gotten up there, they would have survived, but it was a needle-like rock as smooth and steep as the skyscrapers you got now in the big cities. My grandfather told me that maybe the rock was not in the Black Hills; maybe it was the Devil's Tower, as white men call it , that place in Wyoming. 

      Both places are sacred. Wanblee kept that beautiful girl with him and made her his wife. There was a closer connection then between people and animals, so he could do it. The eagle's wife became pregnant and bore him twins, a boy and a girl. She was happy, and said: 

      "Now we will have people again. *Washtay*, it is good." 

       The children were born right there, on top of that cliff. When the waters finally subsided, Wanblee helped the children and their mother down from his rock and put them on the earth, telling them: Be a nation, become a great Nation the Lakota Oyate." 
The boy and girl grew up. He was the only man on earth, she the only woman of child-bearing age. They married; they had children. A nation was born. 
 
       So we are descended from the eagle. We are an eagle nation. That is good, something to be proud of, because the eagle is the wisest of birds. He is the Great Spirit's messenger; he is a great warrior. That is why we always wore the eagle plume, and still wear it. We are a great nation. 

       It is I, Lame Deer, who said this. 

       - Told by Lame Deer in Winner, South Dakota, in 1969. 

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FLEA-

FLEA'S WISDOM INCLUDES: 

Metamorphosis - Ability to alter time within the life cycle - 
Sensitivity to light - 
Ability to trigger a birth process by the use of light, vibration, or the various components of air. 

http://www.sacred-texts.com/nam/cher/motc/motc047.htm 
THE EAGLE'S REVENGE 
        Once a hunter in the mountains heard a noise at night like a rushing wind outside the cabin, and on going out he found that an eagle had just alighted on the drying pole and was tearing at the body of a deer hanging there. Without thinking of the danger, he shot the eagle. In the morning he took the deer and started back to the settlement, where he told what he had done, and the chief sent out some men to bring in the eagle and arrange for an Eagle dance. They brought back the dead eagle, everything was made ready, and that night they started the dance in the townhouse. 

      About midnight there was a whoop outside and a strange warrior came into the circle and began to recite his exploits. No one knew him, but they thought he had come from one of the farther Cherokee towns. He told how he had killed a man, and at the end of the story he gave a hoarse yell, Hi! that startled the whole company, and one of the seven men with the rattles fell over dead. He sang of another deed, and at the end straightened up with another loud yell. A second rattler fell dead, and the people were so full of fear that they could not stir from their places. Still he kept on, and at every pause there came again that terrible scream, until the last of the seven rattlers fell dead, and then the stranger went out into the darkness. Long afterward 

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FLY-

FLY'S WISDOM INCLUDES: 

Survival - Multifaceted vision - 
Ability to change waste into valuable assets - 
Transformation - Adaptation to the harshest environments 

http://www.ilhawaii.net/~stony/lore09.html

HOW THE FLY SAVED THE RIVER-A Native American Lore

      Many, many years ago when the world was new, there was a beautiful river. Fish in great numbers lived in this river, and its water was so pure and sweet that all the animals came there to drink.

      A giant moose heard about the river and he too came there to drink. But he was so big, and he drank so much, that soon the water began to sink lower and lower.

      The beavers were worried. The water around their lodges was disappearing. Soon their homes would be destroyed.
The muskrats were worried, too. What would they do if the water vanished? How could they live?

      The fish were very worried. The other animals could live on land if the water dried up, but they couldn't.

      All the animals tried to think of a way to drive the moose from the river, but he was so big that they were too afraid to try. Even the bear was afraid of him.

      At last the fly said he would try to drive the moose away. All the animals laughed and jeered. How could a tiny fly frighten a giant moose? The fly said nothing, but that day, as soon as the moose appeared, he went into action.

      He landed on the moose's foreleg and bit sharply. The moose stamped his foot harder, and each time he stamped, the ground sank and the water rushed in to fill it up. Then the fly jumped about all over the moose, biting and biting and biting until the moose was in a frenzy. He dashed madly about the banks of the river, shaking his head, stamping his feet, snorting and blowing, but he couldn't get rid of that pesky fly. At last the moose fled from the river, and didn't come back.

     The fly was very proud of his achievement, and boasted to the other animals, "Even the small can fight the strong if they use their brains to think."

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GRASSHOPPER-

GRASSHOPPER/LOCUST/KATYDID'S WISDOM INCLUDES:

Jumps across space and time - Leaps of faith - Jumping without knowing where you will land - Astral travel - Leaping over obstacles - New leaps forward - Ability to change careers quickly

http://www.u-smokem.com/tobaccoanthology.asp
HOW GLUSKABE STOLE TOBACCO-Abenaki
 

Long ago, Gluskabe and his Grandmother, Woodchuck, lived alone in a small lodge near the water. One day his Grandmother said to him, "My Grandchild, it is sad that we have no tobacco."

"What is tobacco, Grandmother?" Gluskabe said.

"Ah, Grandson, tobacco is a great gift from Tabaldak, Our Maker. If you are sick, you need only tobacco out into the woods, and you will find the medicine plants. Then, when you place some tobacco on the earth, you can pluck those plants from the root and use them. Tobacco is a great comfort to the old. They can smoke it in their pipes and see all the happy days of their lives in the smoke as it lifts up. When you pray and burn tobacco, that smoke carries your prayers straight up to Our Maker. Tobacco is a very good thing indeed, when it is used as Tabaldak intended."

"Then we should have tobacco," Gluskabe said. "Where can I find it, Grandmother?"

"Ah, Grandson," Grandmother Woodchuck said, "It is not easy to get tobacco. It is on a big island far out in the water. A person with great magic lives there. He raises tobacco and will not share it because of selfishness. He is very dangerous. Those who go to steal tobacco never return.

"Huunh!'. Gluskabe said. "I will go and get tobacco, and I will share it with everyone. Then Gluskabe went to the edge of the water. There was a hollow log there, and Gluskabe shaped it into a canoe. He put it into the water.

"Now," he said, "let me see it this canoe will go.

He pushed it with his foot, and the hollow log canoe shot out across the water. It went one whole look, 'as far as a person can see.

"This canoe is not fast enough," Gluskabe said.

Then Gluskabe took a big white birch tree. He stripped off the bark and fashioned it into a canoe and put it into the water,

"Now," he said, "Let me see if this canoe will go.

He pushed it with his foot, and the birch bark canoe went very swiftly over the water. It went two looks, but Gluskabe was not satisfied.

"This canoe is not fast enough, " he said.

Then Gluskabe fashioned a boat with ribs of cedar and the skin of a moose. He put it into the water and pushed it out and it went three looks. But Gluskabe was not happy with the Moose hide canoe.

"This canoe," he said, is not fast enough."

Gluskabe looked around. There at the edge of the water was a great white boulder. Gluskabe turned it over, shaped it into a canoe and put it into the water.

"Now," he said, "let me see if this canoe will go."

He pushed it with his foot, and it shot out across the water with Gluskabe inside. It went four looks almost as quickly as one could think, leaving a great white wave behind it. Gluskabe was very pleased.

"Now I can go and get tobacco."

He went back into the lodge. "Grandmother," he said. "1 am going now to steal tobacco. But first you must tell me the name of my enemy the magician who will not share the tobacco.

Grandmother Woodchuck shook her head. "Who will hunt for me and bring me wood for my fire and water for my cooking if Grasshopper kills you? No, Gluskabe, I cannot tell you his name."

Gluskabe laughed. "Oleohneh, Grandmother," he said. When I return, you will be the first one to smoke tobacco in your pipe."

Then Gluskabe climbed into his white stone canoe. He pushed off from the shore, and the canoe shot over the waves towards the island of the magician, Grasshopper. As the canoe sped along, Gluskabe sang:

Grasshopper, you are going to travel,

Grasshopper, you are going to travel,

You must leave your home now,

Grasshopper, you are going to travel.

He sang his song four times. By the time he finished, he had reached the island, and, sure enough, just as he had wished in his song, Grasshopper was not there. The cooking pot was still on the fire, and a beautiful clay pipe decorated with bright stones was beside the fire, with smoke still rising from its bowl, but the magician was nowhere to be seen. Gluskabe picked up the pipe.

"Grasshopper," he said, "you are not going to need this anymore. Then he placed the pipe in his own pouch. Inside the lodge on many racks, tobacco bundles were drying. Gluskabe took them all and placed them in his canoe. He took all of the tobacco and did not leave a single seed. All around the fields were the bones of those who had come to steal tobacco and were killed by Grasshopper. Gluskabe gathered all of the bones together and then shouted.

"Get up!" Gluskabe yelled. "Your enemy is coming back." Then all of the bones came back together, and all of the people came back to life. They were very happy, even though some of them had been in such a hurry to return to life that they had gotten the wrong bones. Some of them had legs or arms that were too short or too long. The old people say that is why there are crippled people today. Gluskabe shared the tobacco among them. He mended their boats, which had been broken by Grasshopper, and sent them back to their homes.

"Tobacco is for everyone." he said. You must always share it and give it freely or it will not do you good.

Then Gluskabe climbed back into his white stone canoe. He pushed it with his foot, and it flew back across the waves to the place where his Grandmother woodchuck waited.

"Grandmother," he said, "I have brought tobacco. Never again will it be scarce."

Grandmother Woodchuck was very happy. She filled her pipe with the tobacco and smoked it and gave thanks to Tabaldak. She began to sing a song in praise of her Grandson, Gluskabe. But as she sang, the magician, Grasshopper, came. He came across the sky in a magical canoe.

"YOU!" He shouted in a loud and terrible voice. "You have stolen my tobacco!"

"That is not so," Gluskabe said. It was not right for you to keep it all to yourself Now my children and my children's children will have tobacco to enjoy." Then he rubbed Grasshopper between his hands, and Grasshopper became very' small.

"Please," Grasshopper said in a small voice, "give me seeds so I can grow tobacco for myself."

But Gluskabe shook his head. "No longer can you be trusted to grow tobacco. That will be the job or my children and of my children's children. But since you were the first to grow tobacco, I will give you enough to enjoy in your lifetime. Open your mouth."

Grasshopper opened his mouth and Gluskabe filled it with tobacco. Grasshopper was pleased, but he spoke again. Give me back my canoe so that I can fly across the sky."

But Gluskabe shook his head. "It is not right for you to have such a magical canoe. I will split the back of your coat and give you wings. Now you will be able to fly on your own, but you will no longer be able to frighten the people."

So it is that to this day tobacco is used by the children of Gluskabe and their children's children, and when they use it as Tabaldak intended, always giving it freely to others, it does them no harm. As for Grasshopper, he flies about with the wings Gluskabe gave him and chews his mouthfull of tobacco which will last all his life. And he remembers the lesson taught to him by Gluskabe. If you ever pickup any grasshopper it will immediately spit out its tobacco as if to say, "See, I am willing to share."

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