MNN. June 24, 2025. The stupid arrived and planned to make us all depart from our life. The youngest brother, the whiteman, and our yellow and black brothers were refugees who came to turtle island uninvited. The white men mismanaged the wilderness of which they said we were one of the animals in nature not wanted by them. We were told to do the dirty work for them. We refused so they ordered us to leave them to their plans to set up the “savage shop” to kill us off. Eventually almost 150 million indigenous people in the Western Hemisphere were dead. Some of us survived which meant more of us to get rid of. We survivors were still in their way. So we were to be ‘disappeared’ from the back of our mother earth. We, our homes and death camps called “reservations” were scattered throughout turtle island which are still being picked off until the present. A few were moved into smart cities to come totally under the control of the refugees as long as we stayed out of their way.
Even the wild animals saw what was going on. They saw our untimely demise and tried to continue feeding us. Our farms and food storage were grabbed and the people were brutally disappeared, if they didn’t run away. Many hid until now. All resisted their death. Today farmers are being replaced by AI Artificial Intelligence who work for the refugees. We are being cut out of rural life and restricted to plots of controlled land with a lot of thought on doing totally away with us until there would be none. Then there would be no second thought. Our bodies, minds, and future are still very much part of the genocide plan which the church and state still have laws on as it very much benefits the refugees. We either fit into their plans or we are genocided! Some of us are set aside for “rewilding” for their pleasure! They see they cannot split our bond between us and the land, which we were created by since time immemorial in culture and kinship. We have always been kept track of by the state by a tracking card, coin, tattoo and soon a chip which will be buried with us to make sure the victim is no mistake.
We are still talked of as a “balance sheet” like part of the refugees’ Reconciliation” accounting setup. Of us our ‘harvest’ is a green exhibit about us in some museum. The perfect pictures and displays of us make them feel better. To the refugees turtle island is a strip of carbon where they will allow us to spend our days, because they see us but learn to look past us, as part of their genocide system. They have no purpose for us. Our traditions are redundant except for their entertainment or what they keep framed hanging on their wall. Some go to our pow wow! We stay mostly silent. They don’t see us unless directed or ordered to do so. Among ourselves we strive to have normal living relationships, conflicts, tension between us and them should we dare to. We have long shown them we are not slaves. Those of us who carry the memory from time immemorial are not relics of a dying world or waiting to be inducted into their phoney world. We are coming from the old ways and always go towards creation. They constantly work to uproot and destroy everything. The AI does not realize we speak to the soil of our mother and we are rich with our memories and promises to each other. The forest is our companion. The river is our guide. They don’t notice how we put it all together. Once upon a time we even created cities and then disbanded them because of the limitations and punishing hierarchies that engulfed our lives. We are not in decline. We are with the ruins brought and created on turtle island by the refugees.
Our continent is a living organism. Not garbage dumps to hide or throw things at. We have memory, sacrifice, continuity, songs, words, dances, kaneronkwatsera, we can plow, burn, fight and remember our visions which is all in the veins of our land just like in our bodies. The difference between climate change and climate manipulation is we will bring back reality.
We and the animals and birds are not wild. The birds give us frequency, songs and promote love and harmony. We are are all indigenous to turtle island and evolved out of nature. The refugee race/boat people has always elevated themselves as smarter and have placed a dollar value on every rock, tree and soon every breath we take. There will never be peace with 51% majority rule which ensures the war will never end. They will never know peace.
Robbie Robertson calmly sings to us of beauty and love.
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