How White Buffalo Calf Woman (Ptehincala Ska Win, also referred to as "The Maiden" and "The Woman") came to the people and what she gave to them is recounted to this day in the living oral tradition, as well as in many books, perhaps most notably in "The Sacred Pipe: Black Elk's Account of the Seven Rites of the Oglala Sioux," recorded and edited by Joseph Epes Brown (1953).

In the Dedication to his 1994 album entitled "Keepers of the Dream" Kevin wrote:

As you listen to these songs, please know that I play them in dedication to Ptehincala Ska Win, the "White Buffalo Calf Woman," that sanctified being who brought the message of the ever-abiding love of Wankan Tanka, God, to our people. Her mystical, heraldic song speaks to our hearts.

Niyan taninyan mawaniye. Oyate wan imawani. Ho taninyan mawaniye. Waluta wan awauwe.

"With visible breath I walk. Towards a nation, I walk. With visible voice I walk. Something Ancient, Holy and Red I bring."

The effect of the warmth of her message on the hearts of the people was indeed visible. Where before were divisions, dissension and disunity, her message created a hoop of the oyate (oh-yah-tay), the people, who were drawn together by the teachings voiced in her message and songs, and who were bound together by the ties of a way of life that made the hoop strong and beautiful. A nation was born, a nation that for centuries was to be guided by her teachings. In the center of this hoop is a thing Ancient, Holy and Red. The physical symbol, sacred to the people, is the Calf Pipe; the essence of this gift, brought to us by Ptehincala Ska Win is the assurance of the power, love and continuity of the relationship between the Ancient Beauty, God, and the people.

"Thou didst establish His covenant with every one who hath been created in the kingdom of earth and heaven and in the realms of revelation and of creation." Bah·'u'll·h

Ptehincala Ska Win provided guidance through the ceremonies she brought to us, and this guidance was as the rays of light and warmth emanating from a powerful sun, the Sun of Reality. Such a Sun is felt in full force each spring and summer, gradually ebbs and then, as a fulfilled promise comes close again, and again, in each spiritual springtime. We cherish her gifts and remember her promises. And now we see another springtime, a new dawn, and all of her promises have at last been fulfilled.

"All glory be to this Day, the Day in which the fragrances of mercy have been wafted over all created things, a Day so blest that past ages and centuries can never hope to rival it." Bah·'u'll·h

And so, as each listening heart seeks the ways to mend the hoop, I have played these songs in respectful dedication to Ptehincala Ska Win, the White Buffalo Calf Woman.