We Glory In Our Proud Past


When the earth was our nurturing mother,
When the night sky formed our common roof,
When the Sun and Moon were our parents,
When all were brothers and sisters,
When our civilzations grew under the sun,
When our chiefs and elders were great leaders,
When justice ruled the Law and its execution.

We are the Indigenous Peoples,
We who have a consciousness of culture and peoplehood,
On the edge of each country's borders and
Marginal to each country's citizenship.

Mankind must be a steward of the Earth;
Caretakers for all that dwells upon it;
To be of one heart with all things.

Human beings must learn to share the tears of every living thing,
To feel in his heart the pain of the wounded animal, each crushed blade of grass;
Mother Earth is our flesh; the rocks, our bones; The rivers are the blood of our veins.

We are all children of God.
Traditions are open to anyone who wants to learn!


Huichol Holy Man