Richard Wagamese from the Wabaseemoong First Nation, Northwestern Ontario, said that his people talk of Star People who arrived many years ago.
Star People were able to share spiritual lessons, legends and maps of our galaxy. They were kind and compassionate and led by example. My friends say that they felt a sense of loneliness when they left us.
Stephane Wuttunee (a Plains Cree writer and storyteller from France) is another Canadian example. His understanding of ET as a Native American phenomenon and its global ramifications comes from his own cultural upbringing.
He stated that they “pay significantly greater attention to the search for the spiritual understanding” of things. He had heard a lot about Star People living among the stars and distant relations. This was mostly through traditional rites and campfires. Star People are nothing to fear; they were just another name I grew-up hearing.
Native American legends are full of stories about the Star People. I will be sharing a story from Dr. Ardy, a Montana State University Professor Emeritus who is a Cherokee/Choctaw historian.
Since many years, she has been studying the Star People and obtaining encounters between them with Native Americans. As a child, her elders and family also told her about the Star People.
She has written many books about her research. Here’s an example from her book.
Star People and American Indian Stories Untold: An encounter with Star People
The Plot
Clarke had a conversation with Darren, a man he had met through a mutual friend at the Navajo Indian Reservation. Clarke spoke to his aunt about his encounter with an alien.
My family is not the only one to have encountered the Sky Gods. My grandpa shared with me the story of a time in which a spaceship arrived in New Mexico. Some Indians had hidden an extraterrestrial. Darren stated.
He claimed that it happened. “It happened in the 1940s. It was around the same time as Roswell.
My grandfather said that he found an extraterrestrial being walked in the desert with his friends. They discovered that he was one among the Sky Gods and kept him secret from the authorities. However, he died and was buried.
Once, I saw an extraterrestrial. He arrived at Grandfather’s hogan. Although I was scared when I first saw him, I didn’t know he was an extraterrestrial. He was a mystery. I was scared of strangers. I ran inside to alert my grandfather about the man outside. After turning off his hot plate’s burner, my grandfather walked outside.
They were talking but I couldn’t hear them. Then, my Grandfather came in and asked me if I would like to go along. The alien was staring at a small metal object as he leaned against the wall when I went to go outside. I reached out to my grandfather for his hand but he advised me not to be worried. He assured her everything was fine.
He was tall. He had a dark skin tone. His eyes were dark as well as his complexion. I hadn’t seen his hair before. His outfit was dark, and fitted well. He was wearing a pair of unusual boots. The pants were stuffed inside. The toes of these boots were pointy. They were the exact same shade as the outfit. I had never seen anything like it before. His hands were covered with gloves, and a covering was placed over his head. It was almost like an elastic hood.
He got in touch with my granddad. We followed him into the canyon. My granddad stopped several time to check the footprints. He was moving backwards. They pointed us to the huge vessel on the other side of the slope.
“Are they telling me that the alien was lost?” Clarke asked.
This is what my granddad told me. He was part of a small expedition. He had been in a small exploration expedition, but he had taken the group up one canyon and they had all gone to other places. He was carrying equipment meant to transport him to the vessel. But it had stopped working. He sought assistance and came to our hogan. He was given back to his trade by me and my grandfather.
It was a topic that my granddad and me discussed often. My grandpa used to tell stories about it after that. He would say, “it happened either before or after Star Man.” My grandpa claimed that there were many Star People legends when he was young, but that this was only the second time he saw one.
He spoke about how kind and caring they were, and how they didn’t do any harm to us. They were our forefathers, Grandpa said. He claimed that they had been with Earth since the dawn of time. They come to remind us to keep everything in balance. They were called seed layers by him.
“You know,” Darren meant when he spoke of seed layers. They sent the seeds to Earth to determine if they would grow, and then returned to check on their progress. Darren was not clear on the meaning of his grandfather’s words for plants, animals, or humans. His grandfather said that “they brought animals.”
Clarke then asked, “Did any of you ever come near the spacecraft?” Darren responded. ” “I wanted to but my grandfather discouraged it.” He said not to.
It was round. It is silver, but it is dull. There weren’t any windows. It was just a door.
“Did the other creatures see you when your grandfather escorted star man back from the craft?” Clark asks.
Yes. They came out to greet their pal. He looked at my grandfather and I watched. I could not hear the Star Men talking to him. The Star Men bowed and remained for a while. My grandfather had instructed me to move away from the ship when they arrived. We watched as the ship rose towards the sky.
It was amazing to me. It is common for dust to blow from the wind but it was not when the craft rose from the ground. For some reason, this was not a common occurrence. Although I was already scared of strangers I realized that these people were very different to the people I knew. They were distinctive. On the way back, I held onto my grandfather’s hands. It felt safer in certain ways.
Darren says that Star Man appeared to him two more times when he had grown up. His grandfather last saw him in his 80s. He was ailing and was lying in bed.
The Star Man appeared suddenly at night. He approached my grandfather’s bedroom and knelt down over him. After a few minutes, he left.
“What did your grandfather think about the meeting?” Clarke asked.
“Only that Star Man came and told them they were waiting on him,” Darren said. Three days later, my grandfather died in the municipal clinic. He told me hours before his death, that they were coming to him.
This was the final rendezvous. The Star Man was delighted when grandfather presented a purse containing turquoise stones to the Star Man at the second encounter.
Two years after the death of his grandfather, Clarke visited Darren’s home. Clarke was invited by Darren to his outdoor workshop.
I spend the summers traveling to Grandfather’s house and working. I work here when I’m not on the road with art exhibits during winter.
“Have your ever seen the Star Man?” Clarke interjected.
He said “No, but he still comes to me,” and he opened the door to the workshop.
I was hoping that you would come back to visit me. I have something for you. But first, I must tell what happened.
I spent almost a whole month last summer at the house of my parents. Everything was in disarray around my sister’s wedding. I noticed a bag in the front door of the small workshop that I had made years before I arrived at the hogan. It belonged my granddad.
It was the one his grandfather gave the Star Man.
The turquoise stones slide out when I opened the box. Grandfather had given them to the Star Man. For whatever reason, he returned them to me. It was his way of reassuring me that everything was okay with him. I don’t know what to say.
The bottom line
You can delve deeper into this topic and discover many other topics. It also raises new questions that are too numerous to be addressed here. As I say often, it leaves no part of mankind unaffected and has and will have a significant impact on human awareness. We still don’t know enough about the universe and ourselves, and there are unimaginable numbers of star-traveling races on other worlds.
Although I hope that the vast majority of people who have visited our planet, such as the one in this story are kind, I am not certain. I believe this issue forces mankind to reevaluate why they live the way they do. We are a race that has enormous potential and can create an environment where all life, including planet, thrives. Ask yourself why we’re not doing it. What is the problem? What’s the issue?
