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October 2025 - Page 7

A semi-realistic painting inspired by Algonquin legend, showing a young woman standing quietly by a twilight river.

N-Dam-Keno-Wet: Water Spirit Legend

October 21, 2025
The river behind Kitigan Zibi had always carried stories. Long before the roads were paved or the town had its current name, before the logging camps and the bridges, the water had flowed through this land, winding between birch and cedar, carving its path through stone and memory. Evelyn’s grandmother
A realistic painting of a tense nighttime desert scene where a Navajo police officer, Maria Yazzie, stands aiming her gun at a towering, wolf-like Skinwalker with glowing red eyes. The officer’s patrol car glows behind her, headlights and red-blue lights cutting through the dark, rocky landscape as dust swirls between them.

The Skinwalker of Black Mesa

October 21, 2025
The desert night around Black Mesa was still too still. The kind of silence that presses against your ears and makes you aware of your own heartbeat. Officer Maria Yazzie of the Navajo Nation Police had driven these roads her entire life, first as a child beside her grandmother, then
Parchment-style artwork of a Pennsylvania Dutch healer praying over a wound, American folktale scene

The Braucherei “Powwow” Healing Prayer: American Folktale of Faith and Cure

In the quiet farmlands of Pennsylvania, where morning mist drifts over wooden barns and church bells echo through rolling valleys, a sacred practice once thrived among the Pennsylvania Dutch, descendants of German immigrants who carried their faith, language, and healing traditions across the Atlantic. This practice was called Braucherei, or Powwow,
A dramatic digital painting of the Thunderbird flying through a storm over the Pacific coast, lightning flashing across dark clouds and waves below, with “oldfolktales.com” subtly written at the bottom.

The Thunderbird: Ancient Makah Legend

October 21, 2025
The storm rolled in from the sea like a living thing black clouds twisting and folding upon themselves, flashing with veins of white fire. Fishermen along the coast of Neah Bay hauled in their nets and hurried toward the docks, muttering prayers in the language of their grandfathers. To them,
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