11/08/2025
The Legend of the Three Spirit Horses – A Heartfelt Story for the Native People
A long time ago, when the Earth was young…
Trees could speak.
Stones remembered every step.
And people lived in harmony with the land.
But that balance didn’t last forever.
Slowly, greed crept in.
People started taking more than they needed.
They stopped giving thanks.
The land, once full of life, grew quiet.
The Great Spirit saw this, and He cried.
From His tears, He created three spirit horses - not of body, but of wind, storm, and memory.
**The Dark Horse** came first
Black as night, with red paint like blood.
It raced into battles and said:
“Fight only when you must. Every drop of blood brings sadness to the earth.”
The Blood Horse came next -
Pure white with red marks of sacrifice.
It walked among those who had died and carried their souls gently to the Sky World.
It said:
“Honor the fallen. Without remembering them, we lose ourselves.”
The Wind Horse came last
Fast and wild, black and white like day and night.
It guided the lost and tired through storms.
It sang:
“True freedom is not doing anything you want.
True freedom is knowing where you belong in the circle of life."
The three horses rode across the world.
They healed broken spirits.
They stopped the fighting.
They brought the songs of the land back into people’s hearts.
And when peace returned, they disappeared into the mist…
But not forever.
Before they left, they promised:
When the Earth cries again,
when people forget to be thankful,
when the drums go silent
we will return.
We will remind the world:
The strongest warrior is the one who lives in balance.”
Even today, elders say by the fire:
“When you hear thunder but see no rain,
when wild horses run under a red sky
listen closely…
The Three Spirit Horses are near.
They are coming to wake up our sleeping spirits again.
