Karankawa Kadla - mixed tongue -: Medicine for the Land & our Peoples

By Alexander Joseph Perez

Academic Texas history falls short from the Native American perspective. With only oral traditions, for historic Native people caught up in a rapidly crumbling world, priorities shifted to self-preservation rather than&nbs

• Language: English
• Publisher: Palmetto Publishing
• Release date: Aug 18, 2021
• ISBN: 9781638375029

Alexander Joseph Perez

Alexander Joseph Perez, AKA "Wol Ba'h" Strong Wind is a multi-instrumentalist, singer, and songwriter. His music can be found under the name Alex Perez & The Rising Tide. He serves as a spiritual and linguistic advisor to his family and to Native American tribal groups.

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Early Childhood Lessons

I was born on Tuesday October 10th at John Sealy Hospital on Galveston Island in 1972, just before sunrise. My mother and father and grandparents, all but one, were born on the island as well. My father’s grandmother came from Corpus Christi Texas as a young girl while my mother’s grandmother was born on the mainland close to Dallas. A town called Kauffman. I was fortunate enough to have known three of my great grandmothers. They all lived on Galveston Island. As did my cousins, aunts and uncles back then. We’ve lived in more of those houses on the island than any family there today I would bet.

I was born with so much hair on my head that my maternal grandmother, Joyce Anderson, would say that I looked like a spider monkey. Later, ‘monkey’ would become my first nickname after I climbed up onto the closet top shelf to eat my moms birth control pills that I thought they were candies, at two years old. Apparently, I was always climbing things and throughout the course of my life Ive maintained a physical prowess and agility.

1976 4 years

All of my life I found myself tied to this ancestral conduit. Some genetic umbilical tether that held me tied to the memory of my people. I’ve been a spiritually realized individual my entire life. From my first awakened state of conscious memory at four years old… A day before starting kindergarten, I woke up from a nap and walked out into the living room. I stood alone in the middle of the living room. I was instinctively and deeply aware that there were loving eyes watching me from all around, observing