Native American Legends: The Truth About The Little People

Native American Legends: The Truth About The Little People in American Mythology.

Dive into the captivating legends of the Little People, a central figure in Native American mythology. This video takes you on a journey through the mystical stories and sacred beliefs held by various Indigenous tribes across North America. Discover how these tiny, elusive beings have influenced cultural traditions, teachings, and folklore. From their roles as protectors of the natural world to their mysterious appearances in tribal stories, get ready to uncover the secrets of these enigmatic figures and their lasting legacy in Native American lore.

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⏳CHAPTERS:
00:00 - The Story of the Yunwi Tsunsdi Little People
03:35 - Stories of the Little People
04:46 - Types of Little People
08:39 - Importance of Little People

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[MystOfMythology]

Hi everyone, I'm sure there's more to know about the Little People. Let me know below. Thanks for watching!

[babarindewilliams]

I'm Yoruba from West Africa. In our mythology we have the Iwin. Little humanoid beings who live deep in the jungles of the rain forest. They could be kind and helpful to those who they wish.

[geeneeb]

I'm Dakota Sioux. I remember my grandfather telling me stories of the little people and other things, but now, as an adult, i dont remember bits and pieces of the stories. It's probably because i was only 4 yrs old the last time I was with him, but Grandpa also taught me our language. Then i was adopted off the rez and told to forget everything i was taught.

[BUHNANUHBREAD]

A few years ago my grampa was dying and he said the weirdest thing to me. He said that when he was a little boy the little people came and performed surgery on his neighbor on his neighbors dining room table out in the woods. I have no idea what he is talking about. My mom said that yes, "back in the day" that is something they did cuz there wasn't any hospitals & doctors did house visits. He was born 1928. He has told me he is part Cherokee from his grandma, his dads mom. He said she was dark tan, long black hair and a temper. She was not skinny nor fat but would hit you with a stick if you didn't eat her food or was fooling at the dinner table. He was a life-long member of re-enactments of Indians Rendezvous fighting in wars and dancing, eating, cooking, making thread and headpieces to sell. He had a teepee that I loved cuz he had drawings on it that he put there. He said it is customary to put those pictures there when you kill an animal or places you've been, things you've seen or experienced. His name was White Eagle. He also handmade outfits with beadwork on leather clothing. Teepees are so cool cuz you can have a fire inside them and not be cold and I love the smell. Anyways, he said there was little people all over the place but adults can't see them and they like to hide.

[adamhoworth]

I find it fascinating that every culture throughout the world have folklore about little people in some form.

[DoloresJNurss]

in our tribe they are the Sureme, and they are our ancestors. Many years ago the Talking Tree came to warn of the coming invaders (the Spaniards) and said that these invaders would try to conquer us. We had two choices: to stay small and magical and to hide in parallel realities, or to grow human-sized, learn how to hunt and ultimately to fight, and defend our land. But those that chose the second course would have to embrace the religion of the invaders in order to defeat them, because they worshiped a very powerful deity but He was disgusted by how badly they served him--if our people served Him better, He would switch sides!

And so it came to pass that half the people chose one way, and half chose the other dividing into the Sureme who chose to hide and the Yoeme who chose to fight. They held a three day fiesta to honor each other's choices and to kiss each other goodbye. It wasn't like today when people get angry at others for not choosing the same path that they did. The love is always there, and if any of the Yoeme gets in trouble in the desert, if there are any Sureme nearby, they will help.

That much is legend. What is history is that the Spaniards found the Yoeme already carrying crosses and knowing the name of Jesus. The Yoeme (later called the Yaqui) drew a literal line in the sand and politely said that the newcomers could do whatever they wanted on their side of the sand, but if they crossed over, the people would have to hurt them. The Spaniards had three times as many soldiers, and horses, and guns, and the Yoeme had been ravaged by the diseases that always preceded the invader, so they thought that this would be an easy fight. But they had served God poorly and He took the side of His new and more faithful people, and the Spaniards were roundly defeated.

Soon after the Yoeme sent elder women to negotiate the terms of the Spanish surrender and the nature of the loot that they owed the people who had beaten them. The Yoeme demanded baptism as the first priority, and then instruction on Spanish methods of agriculture, (since we'd never before had access to tame animals large enough to pull a plow) and finally instruction on how to make and play their musical instruments, for we fancied them. We wanted the things that mattered--good relations with the Creator, good means by which to feed and care for each other, and new ways to make beauty--and in all of these things, learning. The stupid invaders had only wanted gold and slaves, and would have been just as poor if they had won as they were by losing.

So that is how we diverged from the Little People (though never forgetting our kinship) and became the Undefeated Tribe.

[Bluefairie]

I was visited by little people one evening while sitting in my garden. They thanked me for the beautiful gardens I provided. I always warned them before the the grass was cut. And provided freshwater for them along with other offerings.

[mitchellmahoney]

My wife is 50% Sioux, her father lived on the reservation in Nebraska. He was a spiritual leader of the tribe, we visited one time and he was telling me where I could hunt and where to stay away from because the little men would get me. I always wanted more info but he passed before we could visit again. Some years later I worked with an old classmate who was the sheriff up there for several yrs and was now a tradesman like me and one day I asked him about the little men and the look on his face said it all. He told me one night he had a missing person call about a guy who fished the river on a road that had a very old large tree that everyone in the tribe knew was the no-go boundary. He spotlighted past the tree and seen reflectors a ways down so he had to investigate. He found the guy passed out from drinking and the bench seat in the old pickup was torn to shreds everywhere except where he was passed out! Made a believer out of him. Then he began telling me another story and abruptly stopped himself and said he said enough already and never brought it up again

[DwayneJudge-wgdv]

Plenty of story's of little people here in Ireland 💯🇮🇪you should do a

[office-zombie-UK]

I’ve not seen a lot of Native American stories told in this way. Really enjoyed this. 👏

[DragonHeart-cmtx]

I am Oglala Lakota but live in the Eastern Forests. I live in a log cabin in the middle of a forest with 100 foot cliffs and a creek. I have seen the Pukwudgie a great many times, so too has the rest of the whole family. We pronounce them as Pukwahchii as my adopted Abnaki grandfather Running Deer taught us. Another tradition tell us that when you see the Pukwudgie, it means that the forest is healthy. This very same tradition also comes from Japan and the Kudamas (tree spirits). However, I have not seen any in recent years. We have had a number of severe storms and 2 hurricanes come through that felled many Grandfathers (old trees) over the past 8 years. I think this is why I don't see them anymore, their trees are gone. In ancient Japanese Tradition, it is the Grandfathers that birth/spawn the Kudamas and they live in the oldest of trees.

[danielmcgee]

Having grown up on a huge, untouched farm with an always flowing creek from the Appalachian, you better believe I believe!

[KK-ehgm]

Beautiful art work & story telling. I am sure that the little people are very unhappy with how badly humans have used the world 🌎

[edithcultee]

I'm a cryptid fanatic and I have discovered that it's all over the world. Fascinating.

[mamasquatch]

Lots of PNW stories like this! Its nice to see them being brought to life and the comments! Wow!What a gem to find on YouTube ❤❤❤

[jonassundell]

Fantastic artwork! Fine stories. The little ones are up here too. My brother saw one once years ago. Greetings from Jonas Gothenburg Sweden. 😊

[FutureMythology]

This exploration of Native American mythology is quite fascinating. Native American folklore is woven with tales of the Little People, and this film deftly sheds light on their intriguing world. I am captivated by the profound impact they have had on cultural traditions, from their cherished positions as protectors of the environment to the enigmatic ways they are weaved into tribal stories. The makers deserve praise for illuminating the mythical creatures and the rich history they have in Native American mythology. An enthralling exploration of Indigenous storytelling at its core!

[BrianM-]

I have hiked the blue ridge many times, once just for fun i planted dozens of ginseng and hemp plants in a beautiful spot in a valley between 4 mountains and left it to grow. I returned to check on it once and found a nice marble sized emerald sitting on a stump i had marked to find the exact area again. It wasnt there last time i had visited. The ginseng was flourishing but the hemp plants were all gone lol
I havent returned in years but i still wear the stone in a necklace i wire wrapped. If i return ill leave the necklace and plant more hemp and maybe some tobacco. Heck maybe even some 3 sisters seeds just for the animals or whatever wants it. I usually plant food crops in the wild on my journeys so that the local wildlife can eat it if need be, and if I'm ever back in the area and need it, its there. Jerusalem artichokes do particularly well as do sweet potatoes when left to grow on their own, as do berry vines and bushes. Next time youre in the woods, do nature a solid, plant a non invasive food seed or two. The little folk may thank you.

[briansheets]

I grew up playing with a kid named Eddie. He was a First Nations person from the Choctaw tribe. His grandmother told these simply wonderful tales of wisdom with many of them having people in them that were not necessarily human. At least not in the sense we have today.

[Mezziah.]

Pukwudgie, when i was about 11years old i was camping with 2 other mates, we just had a flysheet up like a poncho. I remember i kept waking up hearing giggling and whispering like kids. I ended up pretending to go back to sleep and then opened my eyes soon as i heard them. I see these things scurry off but one was stuck about 4ft up a tree. I asked it if it was ok because it started to whimper because the others left it. It looked like a tiny human, alot like the fella from the moonmin cartoon. As i held its hand and took it back to the clearing where the others ran, the moonlight broke through as it was a full moon, i felt fingers go hard and sharp hold my hand so I couldn't pull away, i looked down at this tiny human thing and it started to change into that thing (Pukwedgie) for years i wondered what it was. I blacked out as it pull on my arm to go with them. I woke back up next to my friends, but i was just outside the tent bit, and had dirty clothes like in been in a fight. My right hand had 4 cuts like the size of thorns in a row on the hand this thing had held. It feels so real still to this day, i get on edge thinking about it. I don't think it was a dream. I have had many dreams that actually play out the next day to years on. Not deja vu, like actual like ive seen the future, and where u eake up in the dream is where my head goes funny and i choose to leave the area or change a decision and what happens nexts, at first i didn't quite understand what the feeling was and next thing something really bad happened. I even as a doc how it was i could dream the future if ut hasn't happened. I sometimes wonder if we're reliving life because we failed the last ones and whete the dreams end is where i have the choice to change it, or go wrong turn again