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Antonio Sanchez shared Justice for Annie Mae Pictou Aquash Woman Warrior's photo. SAD TRUTHS Justice for Annie Mae Pictou Aquash Woman Warrior My mother was murdered for daring to speak up against the corruption and abuse that ran rampant within the American Indian Movement. Her tenacity and commitment to Justice and the cause for our nations was unwavering and it cost her her life. She refused to back down and compromise her integrity and moral code. She was not colonized and refused to accept the deplorable third world conditions and treatment of our people as a consequence of being born indigenous. She did not give up. In the last 48 hours I have been called hater, angry, bitter, negative and colonized by a few because I dared to continue sharing the ugly truth of the complicity of members of AIM who held their tongues and or lied and conspired to hide the truth . Because someone dies the facts and the truth do not change. People are in pain, they are hurt to discover such betrayal and brutality about individuals within AIM they heralded as hero's for so long. This is not new news, we have been sharing the truth and events leading up to her death for over 16 years. The last 48 hours and the next 24 hours will mark the 40th anniversary of my mother's horrific journey to her end. Beaten , raped, and betrayed by those she trusted and once called her family I am pressed to remind those who will judge and name call our family for speaking the truth that she was called the same names by men and women within the movement who stood in silence as she was marched off to her execution. And we wonder why our MMIW numbers are so high with little justice? #MMIW #StayRaggedyAssed  Antonio Sanchez via Collective Evolution
Stanley Kubrick Admits He Helped NASA Fake Moon Landings In New Film? A new film by filmmaker T. Patrick Murray has recently surfaced in which famed director Stanley Kubrick allegedly gives an interview admitting that the moon… landings were faked. The interview took place 3 days prior to Kubrick’s death on March 7th 1999, and Murray was told he could not release the footage until 15 years after Kubricks’ death. He was allegedly forced to sign an 88-page NDA to keep the contents of the interview a secret for those years, collective-evolution.com Entry for December 25, 2007 A Native American Christmas
Entry for December 25, 2007 Dec 25, ’07 7:42 AM for everyone Happy Holidays and Happy 2008 Only in part: Taken from ….. A Native American Christmas ************************************************ by Looks for Buffalo and Sandie Lee European Christmas for Native Americans actually started when the Europeans came over to America. They taught the Indian about Christianity, gift-giving , and St. Nicholas. Everyday is our Christmas. Every meal is our Christmas. At every meal we take a little portion of the food we are eating, and we offer it to the spirit world on behalf of the four legged, and the winged, and the two legged. We pray–not the way most Christians pray– but we thank the Grandfathers, the Spirit, and the Guardian Angel. The Indian Culture is actually grounded in the traditions of a Roving Angel. The life-ways of Roving Angels are actually the way Indian People live. They hold out their hands and help the sick and the needy. They feed and clothe the poor. We have high respect for the avatar because we believe that it is in giving that we receive. To the Indian People Christmas is everyday and the don’t believe in taking without asking. Herbs are prayed over before being gathered by asking the plant for permission to take some cuttings. An offer of tobacco is made to the plant in gratitude. We do not pull the herb out by its roots, but cut the plant even with the surface of the earth, so that another generation will be born its place. Everyday is Christmas in Indian Country. Daily living is centered around the spirit of giving and walking the Red Road. Walking the Red Road means making everything you do a spiritual act. If your neighbor, John Running Deer, needs a potato masher; and you have one that you are not using, you offer him yours in the spirit of giving. It doesn’t matter if it is Christmas or not. If neighbors or strangers stop over to visit at your house, we offer them dinner We bring out the T-Bone steak, not the cabbage. If we don’t have enough, we send someone in the family out to get some more and mention nothing of the inconvenience to our guests. The more one gives, the more spiritual we become. Antonio Sanchez via Vote 4 Nobody, Nobody Tells the Truth
EVEN THOUGH THE NARRATIVE WAS CHANGED BEFORE OUR EYES AND EARS. ...FROM THREE SHOOTERS WITH MILITARY PRECISION TO TWO UNLIKELY PATSIES.....THE MASSES BELIEVE THE SPOONFEED!!! INCREDIBLE. California Shooting Witness: “Three Military White Men Did It” –... New explosive details have emerged since Wednesday's California shooting… yournewswire.com|By Sean Adl-Tabatabai Anti-Christian New Jersey Council Woman Resigns Over Naming Christmas Tree With The Word ‘Christ’ – (It Is A Pagan Yule Log in Reality)… but that's another story..... research! In the Northern hemisphere, the shortest day and longest night of the year falls on December 21 or December 22 and is called the winter solstice. Many ancient people believed that the sun was a god and that winter came every year because the sun god had become sick and weak. They celebrated the solstice because it meant that at last the sun god would begin to get well. Evergreen boughs reminded them of all the green plants that would grow again when the sun god was strong and summer would return. The ancient Egyptians worshipped a god called Ra, who had the head of a hawk and wore the sun as a blazing disk in his crown. At the solstice, when Ra began to recover from the illness, the Egyptians filled their homes with green palm rushes which symbolized for them the triumph of life over death. Dividere la Storia New Jersey Council Woman Resigns Over Christmas Tree News video   http://www.wimp.com/singssnow/
Captain Picard Sings "Let It Snow" Dec 20, 2013 Music James Covenant, a video editor and video game designer, combines clips from "Star Trek: The Next Generation" to make Captain Jean-Luc Picard sing "Let it Snow". Other characters from the show also join in and "sing". Merry Christmas from the VUE Crew!! August 30, 2012 by Ann Humor placed at NativeVue : Founding Site 2006 - 2012 now retired! by Ann Dec 2, ’08 10:13 PM by Ann for everyone December 24th, 2007 by Indie-pendent VUE MERRY CHRISTMAS FROM YOUR FRIENDS AT NATIVEVUE!!! (Courtesy of NativeVue’s comic-in-residence, Ann Little Running Deer) A Music Video: Stuck in the Smoke Hole of our Tipi.  A CHRISTMAS STORY FROM THE EDGE
August 30, 2012 by Ann A CHRISTMAS STORY FROM THE EDGE So I was minding my own business when I heard a loud crashing sound on the roof of my house. At first I thought it was a raid of some kind. But I was straight, see. I mean I ain’t done nothing in years. So what’s with the Feds on my roof anyway? Hmmmmmmm, maybe they was not feds after all. Maybe they was them guys from Detroit eh. They always wanted revenge after Sil got whacked back in 97′. I grab my rod, .45 acp, a few extra clips and snuck out the back door. I left the TV on to give some distraction as I made my way outside. It was a very cold night, I could see all the stars. I noticed this glow on my roof eh. So I figured it was “dem guys”. “Where the hell did all this snow come from anyway? I’m in the middle of Dada County. It don’t snow in Florida”, I thought to myself as I climbed the ladder to the roof. The snow was wet and very cold and it dripped down my neck. Out of all the places for melting snow to drip. Why down the back of my neck? The only spot exposed and it drips RIGHT THERE. It went so quick, it was like a blur. As I got on top of the roof. I saw this big dude. He was walking around and as I was watched him unnoticed. I saw a red flash to my right. So I fired a few rounds that way as I made way for some cover. “Them S.O.B’s ain’t going to whack me”, I thought to myself as I ran, firing shots over my shoulder. When I peaked around the corner of my swamp cooler. All I saw was this streak in the sky as it dipped out of sight into the stars, like a shooting star. Maybe I put one to many shots of espresso in my coffee eh. Maybe this guy and his boys took a powder, maybe not. So after I was done gazing at the sky, I began to access the scene. “What’s the deal with all the snow anyway? And why is there little brown balls all over the place? What the hell? What is this thing laying on the roof?”, I retorted. It looked like I nailed one of them guys. I saw a lifeless form on the roof. I ran up to it with my rod pointed at the stiff, just in case. I almost slipped on them brown balls and ice on the roof to. Piss me off since I was already battling a pulled back muscle. @*&5$!#@!! “What the **** is that?”, I said to myself. It’s a damn deer of some kind. Look at the size of them hooves eh. And what’s the deal with the snooze? That animal had one big red honker man. Well, it’s deader than a box of rocks now. But no sign of them guys either. Fact is, I could not find more than one human foot print in the snow. Must have been that fat guy I thought. Upon closer examination, them round balls were deer feces. All over the place to. It was the last time a deer was going to use my roof as a toilet anyway, especially the one laying here…lol I called my cousin and asked him if he would not mind helping me “clean up” a mess. He got the hint and was at my pad rickety split. When we hauled in that deer. My cuz decided that we should package the meat. “Well it beats using up a perfectly good 55 gallon drum”, I thought. It was also funny that I was using all my butcher knives actually for meat…lol. As we were stabbing and slabbing the deer, we kept the radio on. nothing on Crime Stoppers and the scanner was very quiet. So it was easy street. It was about 5 am when we finally finished cutting up that deer. And we had to get ready since aunt Rose was coming to pick us up for Morning Mass. So me and Vin washed up and put on some clean duds and Ba Da Bing, we was ready just as Aunt Rose honked the horn. I went to the basement and shut the light. But when I shut the light, the room glowed bright red. Wow, it was bright, too. Reminded me of a raid back in the old days when all the cops used red lights only. Yea know what I mean eh. Now they have them bitchen blue lights as well. That’s an OSHA thing, and a different story. Anyway, where was I. Oh yeah eh. When we got back from the dinner. I noticed a beam of light like a laser. It was shining from the key hole from the basement door. The basement was always pitch black, even on the brightest day. And the walls were thick. You could have a bomb go off in there and not hear a peep outside. No kidding. So this dark place was aglow with the bright red light. Well, this has to be weird. When I went back into the basement. I found that deer head and that damn nose was as bright as can be. It was blinding. It lit up everything in the basement. It was almost impossible to hide the glow, but I got it. I just used a bunch of aluminum. But where to stash this bacon anyway? Surely someone would figure out where the head came from, if discovered. And no telling what that old man said to the cops anyway. That was a loose link, that old man could say anything and we would be facing federal time. I could already be public enemy number one by now. How the hell would I know. This joker and them deer broke my TV cable anyway. Think he did that last year to. Only, I thought it was my neighbor. He denied it, but I KNEW he did it. So I torched his car. To bad he was in the trunk. Just kidding, gawd. To make a long story short. My cousin knew some guys that worked with the building authority in New York. They would take business trips to Florida from time to time. And my cousin was your entertainment engineer, so to speak. Well you know how it goes. A few guys share war stories from their respective jobs in the city. So this guy tells us about the Empire State Building. The funny part about all this is the fact they have been plagued with problems with the electricity on the tower above the building. Was a bad deal to. the FAA already fined them big time and the light still went out. They surely were going to face more fines in the near future. Worse yet, what if a plane or helicopter hit a guy wire? Poof, a multi-million dollar law suit. The insurance would go through the roof to. Would not be the first time an aircraft met it’s doom on that building though. After some chit chat, my cousin came up with a plan. Somehow or another, we got the contract for keeping that light on. And that’s right, it’s that deer’s nose, bright as day. Yea ever wonder if that nose was radio active? I do, sometimes. But I made $18,000 on the deal. So what if I glow in the dark. I guess it was a very Merry Christmas. 18,000 smackers eh. And I did fix my TV cable. Also about 100 pounds of rain deer meat. Think I’ll make jerky with some of it eh. Buffalohair CHRISTMAS AND THE CLOCK, or insights from an old buzzard
August 30, 2012 by Ann CHRISTMAS AND THE CLOCK, or insights from an old buzzard I remember when I asked my uncle about what Christmas meant to him. He sat there and pondered. In the process, I think I found where I got my sardonic wit from as well. “Oh, that’s that holiday for the White Man’s religion where they celebrate Christ’s birthday. He’s one of the Creators messengers who was betrayed then nailed up on a cross”, he said. Then he went on, “It’s also the only time when the White Man has a “Give away”. Then he noticed me checking out my watch and he went on about that to. “So nephew, you have one of them clocks. I never use them, I’m not like the White Man who needs clock to tell me when I’m hungry. Besides, nephew, I live on Indian Time”. And when you realize the short history of Christmas and the fact it was not even officially recognized by the White Man’s religion until the Early 20th Century. Yea just got to wonder. The true history of Christmas goes back to the 3rd Century anno domini anyway. Ole Pope Julius and Constantine actually changed the excepted date of Christs birthday to the Roman holiday of Saturnalia, Dec 25th. The dynamic duo changed other “Christian Holidays” to fall on other “Pagan” celebrations and holidays’. Funny how this change was about having the population under one flag, so to speak. It was more about control of the masses. (smile) Add all the other Pagan rituals and traditions such as the Yule Log and there you have it. Another Madison Avenue designed holiday designed to glean a handsome profit. I can almost hear, “Rudolf The Red Nosed Rain Deer” playing now. So sweet, so simply and so filled with joy. Good thing Montgomery Ward had the song written to foster good cheer, good will and a desire to spend spend spend. Injuns never needed a specific holiday to give. Fact is, it was always an honor and a privilege to give to someone, regardless of tribe. We have “Give Aways” at gatherings all the time. Besides, we celebrated the Solstices. You remember, that seasonal thing. HO HO HO! Your Devil’s Advocate Buffalohair Antonio Sanchez shared Joanelle Romero's post.
Joanelle Romero · Los Angeles, CA · Edited · AMERICAN HOLOCAUST: When it’s All Over I’ll Still Be Indian Went down to the river To wash my Spirit Went up to the mountain To purify my soul I dance to the sun To pray for the ones Who can't help themselves no- more I am guilded by my vision everything's related walking in beauty our children are scared when it's all over I'll still be Indain no matter what you do or say I'll still be strong When the smoked cleared I was still dancin', "War 1869" When the smoked cleared I was still standin', And General Sheridan said: The only good Indain is a dead one And the white man's digin' up our graves Went down to the river to wash my spirit Went up to the mountain To purity my soul I dance to the sun To pray for the ones Who can't help themselves no-more When the smoked cleared I was still dancin', "Wounded Knee 1890" When the smoked cleared I was still standin', and Goverment said: The only good Indain is a dead one And the white man's diggin' up our graves They put us on a reservation They took our land a-way They say no Indians or dogs allowed And the white man's dancin' on our graves They brought Jesus to us They brought us the cross They brought us hunger and disease This American Cost You tried to take my medicine You tried to take my soul You tried to take my song And the white man's still dancin' On our graves. When the smoke cleared I was still dancin', "Wounded Knee 1972" When the smoke cleared I was still standin', and America said: The only good Indain is a dead one And the white man's stealin' our graves. cc Joanelle Romero 1994 |
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