MNN. April 18, 2017. We are onkwe-hon-weh, the natural people of great turtle island. We are placed here by creation, not by other humans. We must survive in harmony with creation.
tsik-ni-katsi-ni-ohten, are the people who came here from Europe and means “They do not have the ways of human beings”. They have no natural birthright here. Their language is man-made so as to limit their ability to contemplate as part of nature. They are controlled by an elite group that determines everything they believe, how to live, their wars that cause agony, pain and death. They create weapons to kill the earth and us and everything that is natural.
They escaped Europe when they had turned their world into into a sewer.
We have suffered 500 years of genocide from people who are addicted to evil.
They have the same 5 senses as us – sight, sound, smell, taste, and touch. Missing is a sense of natural conscience, the inner sense of what is right or wrong in their conduct and motives. Man made religions are used to justify their destructive actions.
They do not know truth or reality. gari-w-io is the perfect reality based on co-existing with nature.
“WE SAID THAT BUT WE DIDN’T MEAN THAT!”
For them it is easier to lie then to tell the truth. Tell it enough times and eventually everyone accepts it. Fake news and false flags are like water off a duck’s back to them.
Our way is those who tell the truth depend on actual memories and facts.
Societies based on lies live in fear and use threats and intimidation to maintain their power, called “gun boat diplomacy”.
We are being asked to tell the public about our suffering. Then the perpetrators say, “So sorry”. We are then suppose to forget the brutality of the last five centuries. We won’t. What then? We say, “Never again!”
Perry Como has some ideas about life after the clean-up. [Breezing along with the breeze]: “I’m just breezin’ along with the breeze, Trailing the rails, I’m a roamin’ the seas. Like the birdies that sing in the trees, Pleasin’ to live, livin’ to please. The sky is the only roof I have over my head, And when I’m weary, mother nature makes me a bed. I’m just goin’ along as I please, Breezin’ along with the breeze.”