Last time I was in California I paid a visit to the Universal
Studio's, there was an native American section, there was a big shop
which sold Sioux souvenirs, there worked Sioux guys there (maybe mixed
and not 100% Indian) I was looking to the pictures of their leaders and
their arts. It was a hot summer and I was everyday at the beach so I was
very brownish, I also had long hair. A guy told me where I am from, I
told him from Senegal, he said you don't look African at all, I said I
am originally from Iran. Then that guy said Great God, I thought you
were native American too, an older guy told me that he also believed
that the Sioux have caucasian influences, so they have a big nose and
bigger eyes, not a little nose and narrow eyes as the Mongolians, but
very interesting was the motifs on their carpets, which that old wise
man said also they look very Iranian, I saw a book with all of Sioux
motifs in it, also their religion resembles ours, their God is
Wakan Tanka, which means like holy spirit, this is like the
pre-Zoroastrian Aryan religion, in which Zarvan Akarnush was the time
unlimited and there was a holy spirit (Spenta mainyu/ Espдnd Minu) and
an angry spirit (Angra Mainyu/ Дhrimдn). Zarathustra introduced
monotheism, by which Ahura Mazda was the only God, but the holy
spirit remained as a divine force, but the angry spirit was regarded as a
destructive evil force, the devil.
So I think that there should have been a people who have emigrated to the America's from our region, some 4000 years ago.
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