The Dreamer
An Abenaki Creation Story
Told by Gerard Rancourt
Tsonakwa,
as told to him by his
father,
Gerard Tsonakwa Tsemitzewa
—My father’s dream
in
the shadow of Odziozo,
Summer,
1949
Maheo, the
Great Manito, became tired of the endless silence at the beginning. The Great
Manito, Creator, was tired of the terrible darkness at the beginning of time.
He wished to fill endless space with light and the joyful movement of life. Out
of His great hands flew the sparks of the creation fire, filling endless space
with light. He bid Mikchich, the Great Turtle, to emerge from the water and
become land. With His strong hands He molded a creation world with mountains
and valleys. He put the waters all where they should be and set white clouds
sailing in the blue sky. Then, the Manito looked at all this and laughed. He
looked at this and said to Himself, “This is good. This is the creation world I
want. Everything is ready now. I will fill this place with the happy movement
of life.”
Maheo, the Great Manito, thought about
what kind of life He would make. He carefully considered how He would make a
perfect web of life with each creature just so and in perfect place. Each
should have a perfect way of life and all would be happy in this creation world.
Long into that last night before creation began, the Manito thought out a
perfect plan. He was sure at last there was no flaw, no imperfection. Long into
that night He thought until He became exhausted and went to sleep. Soundly did
He sleep, and His sleep was filled with dreams. Strange dreams He had.
The Great Manito dreamed of a strange
creation world, filled with strange beings, not at all what He had planned.
They walked on four legs, some on two. Some creatures crawled, some flew with
wings. Some of these swam with fins. There were plants spreading out, covering
the ground everywhere. Insects buzzed, geese honked, and moose bellowed. Men
sang and called to each other in this strange dream. This was a world with no
design at all, no order. This was a bad dream indeed, no world of creation
could be this imperfect, this mad!
And then the Great Manito awakened to see
a porcupine nibbling on a twig and to His dismay He realized the world of His
dream had become Creation indeed!