Sitting Bull Sioux
While I lay in the hospital the thought came that there were thousands of hopeless alcoholics who might be glad to have what had been freely given me. Perhaps I could help some of them. They in turn might work with others.
Big Book pg. 14
We found too, that we had been worshippers. What a state of mental goose-flesh that used to bring on! Had we not variously worshipped people, sentiment, things, money, and ourselves? And then, with a better motive, had we not worshipfully beheld the sunset, the sea, or a flower? Who of us had not loved something or somebody? How much did these feelings, these loves, these worships, have to do with pure reason? Little or nothing, we saw at last. Were not these things the tissue out of which our lives were constructed? Did not these feelings, after all, determine the course of our existence? It was impossible to say we had no capacity for faith, or love, or worship. In one form or another we had been living by faith and little else.
Big Book pg. 54
"The Great Spirit is in all things, is in the air we breathe.
The Great Spirit is our Father, but the Earth is our Mother.
She nourishes us; that which we put into the ground, She returns to us..."
Big Thunder (Bedagi) late 19th century Algonguin