We, the people , are the land and have to return home.
We ,the people, only hold in trust for the next seven generations, not only Aboriginal people.Others that brought their families to share so they can live a life that the Creator put forth in all creation and in each direction. This would be water, food, shelter,etc., and in good health. The only way we can survive is to live for the land and of the land , healthy ,if possible.
Aboriginal people never have had any boundaries. That is what causes fear among nations and countries and leads to wars .
I have no bounders on Mother Earth. It is my kitchen, along with every one that walks on Mother Earth in the land they call Earth.
Can any one understand?
We are not going to be treated with disrespect, for those who disrespect another is a very sad and lacking the love, genteelness of life itself. I type this for myself too.
I strive with cancer,three broken bones in my back, blood vessels breaking in my legs, breathing badly with poison circling Mother Earth.
Do I stop?
"No ..No... No."
I uplift myself as the sun rises and pray for those that are worse of than I am.
There is always a light in the dark darkness. We just have to find the path that's intended for us.
Life is not a rose. No one can beautify the sacred plant more than it is.
Humans are the same.... Who and what you are, as the simple you.
Grasp onto a sacred plant and grow with it . Look at a tree that is injured .It still has it branches.
Somewhere there is a flame, ready to find it's way, and that may be the most important test. This is found in nature.
Our Ancient Ancestors cannot speak for our children. But, our Ancient Teachings From our Ancient Ancestors, from our Creator to our Grandfathers, who dwell in the spirit-land, known as the Universe, can teach.
Then we, the First Nation's people, can and will stand and speak to keep the forces of spiritual strength in the circle of life even stronger in nature, keep our children nourished with good health and life.
Our Ancient ceremony, drumming and dancing, will remain and will not change what and who we are.
The cycle of truth one must speak with care, because your words are carried by the sacred breath of love. Sa'qewei-wjijaqamijl wipe's paqt-sm
(Ancient Spirit of the White Wolf)
Pikto'l Sa'ke'j Muise/ 1
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