My dear brothers and sisters!

[orgil]

My name is Orgil. I came from Mongolia.. (Central asia). I believe American Indians are my brothers and sisters! I just wanted to say hi for everyone.. Mother Earth bless you and your family!

[august46_PREV (deleted)]

`hello and welcome orgil! yes, we are all brothers and sisters on this sacred mother earth even though some of us forget it at times. how are you liking turtle island so far[north america]? good luck in all your endeavors.

[orgil]

august46 wrote: `hello and welcome orgil! yes, we are all brothers and sisters on this sacred mother earth even though some of us forget it at times. how are you liking turtle island so far[north america]? good luck in all your endeavors.



Dear sister august46 thank you for your comment. I feel warm enough in my brother and sister's homeland.. I'm planning to study by architecture.. After i graduate i gonna go back to my home country (Mongolia).. Before i go back i wanna live inside with my dear brothers and sister.. So i found one place (Stockbridge -Munsee ) at WI state.. I just want to live there for one or two years.. I really don't worry and care about what kind of job is waiting for me.. because i can do and learn it.. I just what to live close with my brothers and sister for couple years.... That's all i want...
I know our soul and god is same.. It used to Mongolian people's god were mother earth (Now some people trust in jesus, buddha, muslim).. We listen and respect who is older than us.. We respect wolves and bears (we believe they are mother earth's kids and delegates)..
We like to live close to nature. And so many same thing we have...

[hunter07 (deleted)]

.hello how are you ,i b looking get in touch with u maybe u can help with more info to one my friends pls drop me line some time , hope hear fron u soon have great night hugs u friend,hunter

[ibelieve_PREV (deleted)]

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[horseangel_PREV (deleted)]

.peek-e-boo

[ibelieve_PREV (deleted)]

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You are a credit to your people Orgil and it's great to hear of the cultural
similarities- a few years ago I saw a special on National Geographics that was called "The Weeping Camel" or " The Camel That Wept ". Are you familiar with ?
Absolutely stunning. Enjoy your stay here-you'll do well.

[orgil]

ibelieve wrote: `
You are a credit to your people Orgil and it's great to hear of the cultural
similarities- a few years ago I saw a special on National Geographics that was called "The Weeping Camel" or " The Camel That Wept ". Are you familiar with ?
Absolutely stunning. Enjoy your stay here-you'll do well.



Thank u so much for your comment... Let me try to explain it for you.. I grew up at capital city but generally know about weeping camel
First of all that reason is some female camels reject its calf after difficult birth.. So we try to stand (hold) them close to each other and we play mongolian music instument for that process for couple hours (it's depends on how hard is that female camel ) .. And then when its female camel cry (u can see her tears.) and she defenitely let her baby use her milk.. after that she never gonna push her baby again.


He is playing two-stringed instrument ( with a carved horse head on top )

If u have any questions feel me free

[ibelieve_PREV (deleted)]

A very mystical and stunning documentary-great to see the photos you posted. Truly as Shakespeare said in one of his plays " there are more things in Heaven and earth than dreamed of in your philosophy". Be well.



ibelieve

[orgil]

`sure absolutely my brother!

[dermodygoesbang (deleted)]

.cool

[graffixhorse]

.The Tree

I reached out and touched the tree. The tree was old. So very old. I had hopes that contact with this ancient being could bring me the answers I needed to begin a journey.
The tree became my focus. The texture of the bark became my existence. Broken to the touch yet whole. From the smallest, highest leaf to the deepest roots I could feel the tree. The leafs of life. The roots of longevity. Stretching back to a time long before yesterday. Reaching forward far beyond tomorrow. I felt it all.
The smells. The smells reminded me of yesterday. A child knows the smells of the earth. So young again. So full of life. I remembered a heart so full of wonder for all there was and for what would come to be. Growing. Maturing. Learning. The basic necessities of becoming a human being. Giving and taking. Sharing. The basic necessities of a long and happy life.
I also remembered a heart empty of all those things that one day I would come to hate. The things we must grow in to. The heartache for loved ones lost or long gone. The emptiness of forgotten or unreachable dreams. The despair of failure. The longing for times past that can never live again. The wasted wishes for those things that could never be. The bitter creations of wounded pride. Only as a child can we truly be free of the heartache that is simply a part of life. Only as a child do the smiles never fade.
With these thoughts a melancholy of forgotten dreams began to smother me. A blanket of no comfort. The tree became an umbrella of sorrow.
It was then the tree touched me. It was then I began to see the tree for what it was. I began to see who I was. What I could be. The tree became my teacher. Hear what the tree told me and listen carefully. Only once does a certain wind touch us in our lives. Only once. So we must listen carefully or not at all.

Time and strength weaving together. Becoming one. Anchoring the sky to the earth. Closing the sacred circle. A tapestry of life. An image for all time. You and I¦ are one.

I felt the tree breathe. A proud breath. With each breath a tree takes new life is given. New winds are created. Winds of power. The Healing Winds.
I heard the winds as they whispered through the leaves. They spoke to me of dreams. Dreams of all those who came before me. Dreams of forgotten ages long since past. Dreams shared by all living things. My own dreams. They spoke of dreams achieved. Of pride and honor. Of conquest and glory. They told me of the one true path that has no end. Wisest of all are the winds. Have they not touched everything?
When I could hear no more I watched. I saw the children of the forest. The predator and the prey. I saw the pride and the pain. The hunger and the fear. I began to understand the pain and the fear for what they were. They were the things we all must face. When we find it in ourselves to stand above these things, these¦sorrows, then do we truly know who we are. My sorrows again became a part of me. Now they were a good thing. A reminder of who I am. A guide to lead me to what I can be.
I saw the tree for what it did. Feeding. Sheltering. Protecting. Teaching. All the values of a true warrior. Or a caring parent. The duties of love.
Once again life is calling. My responsibilities. My own duties I can not ignore. And yes, my pain and sorrows too. So now I must leave my tree. But as I walk away a feeling of peace, of serenity, walks with me. My feet once more on the path with no end. With a full and happy heart I wait for tomorrow.
Tomorrow I touch the sky.

[ibelieve_PREV (deleted)]

orgil wrote: ibelieve wrote: `
You are a credit to your people Orgil and it's great to hear of the cultural
similarities- a few years ago I saw a special on National Geographics that was called "The Weeping Camel" or " The Camel That Wept ". Are you familiar with ?
Absolutely stunning. Enjoy your stay here-you'll do well.



Thank u so much for your comment... Let me try to explain it for you.. I grew up at capital city but generally know about weeping camel
First of all that reason is some female camels reject its calf after difficult birth.. So we try to stand (hold) them close to each other and we play mongolian music instument for that process for couple hours (it's depends on how hard is that female camel ) .. And then when its female camel cry (u can see her tears.) and she defenitely let her baby use her milk.. after that she never gonna push her baby again.


He is playing two-stringed instrument ( with a carved horse head on top )

If u have any questions feel me free


Orgil- What is the name of this instrument?


ibelieve

[bettyboop49_PREV (deleted)]

.Great...do you know these people or are they you? Hard to tell in some. Awful beautiful pics anyway.

[orgil]

Yes mam, i came from Mongolia