An idea of a Powwow arose and an attitude of two Pyramid Lake Tribal members "let us make it happen, I had been thinking of having a Powwow for a while” the other said "Lets do it, I’ll make a flyer for the meeting, and we will make it happen.” On December 20, 2008 was the first SVC Pow-wow meeting was held. Through the minds of all committee members came the name “Sacred Visions”, this name is b
ased on the legend of our “Stone Mother that sit on the edge of Pyramid Lake.” In choosing a theme for the 1st Annual Sacred Visions Competition Powwow, we felt it was a good time to Bring the children Home of our Stone Mother “Te Nanumu Magodyuku.” ("Bringing the People Home.")
"The Paiute Legend of The Stone Mother"
Long ago, lived Mother and Father of all the people. Together there was harmony resulting in the creation of many offspring. In time, as it is with siblings, there was discord. The children began fighting, petty at first, then growing in both frequency and intensity onto bickering, onto conflict, onto war. The Great Father separated the children, casting them apart and reminding them of the golden rule, pointing to the heavens, then to his heart, then to the Milky Way teaching them when they were ready, to return home along the golden road. Great Mother grieved for the loss of her children. She missed the laughter as well as the drama from her children. Soon a tear welled up within her. This lonesome tear rolled down her eyelashes, trickled down her face and fell to the thirsty alkaline Great Basin Desert of sages and sand. Soon her single teardrop was accompanied by many raindrops, blown in upon the Washoe Zepher winds. The calming sound of thunder from the heavy clouds. She cried for many days. Great mother arose early one morning, outfitted herself with prepared willow branches for weaving and for healing. By afternoon, she found her way to a tall mountain with a vista for the golden sunset. Here she sat and began making a basket, looking toward Pitt River country. Soon her rhythmic weaving was accompanied by teardrops. Her tears stained her hands, and soon fell so fast they became a puddle, then a pond, then a great lake beneath her. This lake became known as "Pyramid Lake." Great Mother sat in this place long after the sun had set and the stars had arisen. Here she remained through the night as her strong muscles hardened and she turned to stone. "Stone Mother" remains to this day, guarding the Eastern shore of Pyramid Lake, her basket by her side.
