The very first Native initiation ritual of the Gitxsan and Wet’suwet’en tribes is the induction of humour into your life. Our cultural language eulogizes this virtue.

It is also said that when I was born I was so ugly the doctor slapped my mother, that I was so fat I was born on the twenty- fifth, sixth and seventh, that I needed friends so my grandma would tie a pork-chop around my neck so the dogs would play with me. Or when I was born my father said what a treasure lets go bury it.

            The truth is I was a lovely baby and born to magic. Born between two gardens of Eden’s I grew like a weed. One Garden of Eden was ten miles up river on the Bulkley River, which belonged to the Wet’suwet’en the other was ten miles down river on the Skeena and belonged to the Gitxsan. Both were the beginnings of each tribe, in the ice age.

            My beginning was traumatic and a story rarely told. I was born the seventh child to Jennie English, born to a beautiful Gitxsan princess, in the month of falling leaves. The valley floor was used for pampers, moss. The beauty of our forests could fool anyone as it's breath taking colours could also snuff out your life, if not aware what lurks there. A warm afternoon walk could turn to a dark cold evening, lost with little to save you, walk with me, and I'll show you some of lifes trappings! Enjoy the world of Sebastian, click on his big dance picture (above) and read his Blogs, NOW! then hit return button, and click on the one horned goat (below) and learn from this wilderness man. Honesty will prevail!