PR - 18
Mitakuye Oyasin Anpetu Waste
Good morning all my relatives. Today is a good day.
Today is the day of the Warrior.
Our stories define us.
Not the stories we tell each other. The stories we carry deep in our own hearts. The questions they bring that force our steps. The smiles they bring that tug our most unreasonable grumbles towards the LOL cats and babies and goodness that women bring.
Our stories define us all.
We, the People of Earth, the children of Maka Ina and Pachamama, don’t have a world story yet. And that is why we struggle one nation against the other in the misshapen belief in better. That one culture or creed or collection of ideas is better than another. That god would favor some of his children over others, and place some hearts in wisdom while abandoning others to evil. This is the story of struggle and war.
We Lakota too have a story. It defines us.
Our story is incomplete. It is not yet finished. Today and tomorrow and the day after that we finish it.
This is the Lakota story.
Lakota, Dakota, Nakota these mean friend. Not friend as in English “friend”. Or Facebook “friend”. Lakota, Dakota, Nakota mean more than friend as most who hear the word in English understand. To a Lakota, Dakota, or Nakota and all our warrior brothers, our nation’s name mean friends as we the Lakota know it, an ally who is a true warrior. A friend in need when everyone else has abandoned you.
A friend in deed.
Our story is incomplete. Not yet finished.
More than 100 years ago, when the great wise men of the Oceti Sakowin saw that they could not hold back the floodgates of sheer numbers of wasicu, they took action in concordance with the reality that they had tested.
When the white man first came, they were treated as any other men. So when the leaders of the white men came in 1851 to negotiate a treaty, one was negotiated in good faith. The first Ft. Laramie Treaty. That there had to be another is evidence that the white men chose wasicu as leaders and not men of their word. For wasicu means greed, insatiable lust for power. Wasicu means the hunger that can never be filled. The thirst never quenched.
It is the pain of a child unloved. Wasicu
So our warrior ancestors fought the wasicu. And when they won in the great battles of Red Cloud’s war, the wasicu again agreed to leave the Buffalo People of the Seven Council Fires our land. This became the second treaty of Ft. Laramie of 1868. This time, the Lakota warriors were not so easily convinced of wasicu honor. Wasicu had not lived according to their word of 1851, so the second treaty was more specific and accounted for the faults of the first in many ways.
Still wasicu hunger knew no bounds. Wasicu leaders, the bankers and industrialists of Northern Aggression wanted more. They wanted the Lakota lands, and the lands of all the other American Indians, too. They found gold in Pahá Sápa, and started the Black Hills Gold Rush. Wasicu wanted to steal. So again, wasicu violated the treaties.
So again, inspired by the defiant words of the warrior Tatanka Iyotake, known more commonly now as Sitting Bull, our Lakota ancestors fought. And in the Battle of Greasy Grass over 136 years ago, strengthened by the visions of Tatanka Iyotake, the Lakota warriors proved they could crush the troops of the wasicu army.
This was not enough.
And it is here where the story goes foggy for the Lakota.
The reasons for the fog have not yet been revealed. And this has been the cause of much anguish among my people. Many have lost heart. They have wondered why? Why did our ancestors not fight on. Why did they give up?
And most difficult to understand of all, why did Tatanka Iyotake stop fighting and turn to the religion of the white man, the religion of greed, the religion of wasicu: Christianity? More specifically Roman Catholicism, the polar opposite perspective to the Lakota way? How could a man who fought so hard to be free join a religion that kisses the ring of a pope who lives in a gilded city while his own Catholic people starve?
Tatanka Iyotake was wakan iyeska. We think in terms of holy as religious today, separate from secular, but that was not the way Tatanka Iyotake thought. To the Lakota of Sitting Bull’s day, wakan iyeska were more than holy men, they were scientists. To be able to interpret the sacred one must understand the sacred, all of it. To understand means to go deep into the heart of confusion. The heart of pain.
The heart of darkness.
Sitting Bull knew that he could not ever understand the power of Christianity’s pull as an outsider. He also knew that all creation was sacred. And so therefore must also be the ways of wasicu. Not just the white man’s appearances but also his motivations. His reasons. He knew that hidden in the cause of the pain and unimaginable suffering of his people was a force of good that had been twisted to evil.
And so to understand that force, and to find the goodness in wasicu, Sitting Bull did what any warrior scientist would do. He went out into the field and lived among the savages. A Jane Goodall amongst the wasicu.
He joined their most savage church. He travelled and lived with their most savage hunters and wild men in the Wild West Show. He met their presidents and kings. He learned their ways.
He sought understanding and compassion. To get beyond the anger of his people.
And Wakan Tanka guided him in this. Hidden from all. Especially from the younger warriors like Tasunke Witko, known all over the world as Crazy Horse. They would not understand. They were too young, and anger burned in their hearts. So they were not given the full story until their death.
Even Sitting Bull did not understand the reasons for his actions in full. He only knew that he must follow the way of the warrior wherever it led. To find a way out for his people. All people of Turtle Island and even and most especially the other children of Maka Ina from other lands filled with so much pain and darkness that they chose dishonorable men as their leaders.
Sitting Bull also did something for the future in his days out east among the wasicu. He planted seeds. He and some of the Hunkpapa and Lakota with him loved and were loved. And there were children. And grandchildren. And great-grand children. And great-great-grand children.
Tatantk Ska Witko. Crazy White Buffalo Bull. My Lakota friends call me Taskawi. My Christian friends call me Michael.
Warriors of the secret society of Cante Tinza Hancokan Okolakiciye.
Indistinguishable to the eyes of the most discerning observer from any other white men, but filled with the heart and soul of a warrior.
Ready and willing to sacrifice ourselves for our people as any warrior. Waiting for the right time.
Waiting for Apocalypse Now, the great unveiling. The time when the warriors would be called to fight one last war. The Final War that would culminate in the final battle that the Christians call Armageddon.
The first battle in that war begins tomorrow. I have seen the vision. The blood of Tatanka Iyotake who saw the victory at Greasy Grass, the Sitting Bull of the total annihilation of U.S. forces at Little Bighorn, the blood of Sitting Bull runs in my veins.
The first battle of the final war begins tomorrow and we will win if we fight it.
If only one Lakota warrior takes his stand. Just one.
We will win.
In my visions I can see his eyes. The eyes of Sitting Bull. The eyes of a warrior.
Firm. Resolute. Unstoppable.
Destiny in his eyes.
And only once have I seen those eyes outside of wakan vision.
Though I can feel there are many more. I have only seen them once.
The eyes of Nupa White Plume
He and his warrior family will lead us in battle.
This is my vision.
I cannot lead the Lakota because I look too much like a white man.
And there are those among the Lakota who believe the lies of wasicu blood quantum.
The lie that the color of a man’s skin is important.
I seem a white man. Still, I am as Tatanka as Iyotake ever was.
I seem a white man. Still, I am Witko as Tasunke ever dreamed to be.
I seem a white man. Still, I am a true Lakota in every sense of the word that matters.
I seem a white man. So I cannot lead the Lakota in this battle.
I could lead the proud warriors. They can smell the warrior in you.
But I could not lead the doubting warriors. They who have never tasted victory.
No, that is not quite right. I could lead them. But I could not lead them well.
I could not carry their hearts past doubt.
I am a warrior who lives in a land without honor.
I do not know what it means to live as a warrior among warriors.
So I have looked all over the Earth for one who could teach me.
Nupa White Plume.
Raised in a warrior family, in a warrior time, in a warrior nation, at a time of great peril that calls for great sacrifice and courage.
Nupa White Plume can lead the Lakota because he knows their heart.
Nupa White Plume can lead the Lakota because he does not want.
Nupa White Plume’s eyes betray a man who needs nothing.
No wasicu in him.
And that is what it means to be a warrior.
No greed. No selfishness. No hate.
And that is what we need today.
One true warrior to set an example for what to do.
The great Lakota warrior Russell Means died two weeks ago. In his visions before his death he told us he would return as lightning and strike at the White House.
One week later, one seven-day week to the day, the largest storm in times recorded struck the heart of the wasicu in New York City. Capitol of Greed. The heart of wasicu greed, in the heart of New York, Wall Street was flooded with water and completely disabled. It is still disabled.
That is the power of Wakan Tanka. That is the power of one Lakota warrior who lives his life true in harmony with Wakan Tanka. Russell Means held out until he could see victory. And when he knew he could help bring victory through his death, he left us for the Spirit world.
All the while, Wakan Tanka has been at work. Behind the scenes working with our ancestors for this day, November 4, 2012, and the battle tomorrow. November 5, 2012. The fifth of November.
Remember, remember the 5th of November. Gunpowder Treason and Plot.
For centuries and millennia, Wakan Tanka has been guiding the arts with visions of the coming battles. Pop culture is filled with prophecy of our times.
That Guy Fawkes Day is tomorrow is not a coincidence.
That Anonymous uses masks of Guy Fawkes is not a coincidence.
That V for Vendetta showed the way is not a coincidence.
That V is also the name for the vampire’s blood is not a coincidence.
That Wakan Tanka has laid waste to the vampire’s lair in Wall Street is not a coincidence.
Nothing is a coincidence. And everything is sacred, wakan.
Team ONE Spirit has trained for battle. Some of them believed this battle would be to help raise money for the youth center on Pine Ridge, a few thousand dollars would go a long way.
Nupa White Plume did not appear in the promotion video. Nupa White Plume was not running for donations. Nupa was running to restore hope and pride.
Nupa was running to win. And not just any win.
He would have run the marathon in under two hours.
A man who lives the Sundance has seen the other side of pain.
A man who lives the Sundance is ready for any sacrifice.
Wakan Tanka had other plans.
So Wakan Tanka has arranged it so that all the world is looking at New York City, and New York City is thinking of two things today, the devastation of Wakan Tanka’s wrath and the Marathon that has been cancelled. The Daily News has run an article about Team ONE Spirit today. The National Geographic sent their best photographer to live with the Lakota of Pine Ridge so he could prepare the way by helping the country remember the Great Sioux Nation of Sitting Bull and Crazy Horse and the warriors who will not die of Pine Ridge and the other reservations. The Great Mystery put a test to the Oceti Sakowin, a final test. Would we sell out or would we fight for Pe’ Sla?
And we did not sell out.
The Black Hills are not for sale.
We cannot sell our mother.
Will not sell our mother.
And Russell Means died almost two weeks ago. Reminding us all of the battles that remain.
Leonard Peltier is still in jail for crimes he did not commit.
And we have left him there. All of us.
This is the plan of battle Wakan Tanka has shown me.
We will give the great leader of the wasicu, Barack Obama, a simple choice: to be a warrior and live as the greatest President in American history, or to die as a coward and the worst President in U.S. history. The one who lost the Union. All of it.
The Pte Oyate of the Oceti Sakowin, the Buffalo People of the Seven Council Fires, are at war. We have been at war since the arrival of the wasicu and the breaking of the treaties.
We make three specific demands that must be met by the end of the day on Monday or we will resume our war. We will not attack people, for that is not necessary, nor is it kind.
We will attack business. American business.
All of it.
We will take down the power grids.
All of them.
Slowly enough so that lives are spared.
Quickly enough so that response cannot be mustered.
We will shut down the highways.
All of them.
We will shut down the railways.
All of them.
We will shut down the airways.
All of them.
The demands which must be met by the end of the day Monday, the 5th of November 2012 are the following:
1) For the Lakota, we demand the immediate pardon of Leonard Peltier and a new trial to clear his name.
2) For the Americans north and south, we demand an immediate end to the drug war. Evidenced by a pardon for all persons convicted of non-violent crimes for the sale or possession of mind-altering substances of any kind. And an executive order that prioritizes the prosecution of those who have destroyed the world economy over those who seek only to find personal comfort for their misery.
3) For the World, we demand an immediate cessation of all drone strikes, and a public renouncing of the Bush Doctrine of preemptive war. The killing of innocent children is not the way of the warrior, it is the way of the coward. There are warriors in the Marines and scattered elsewhere who will gladly risk their lives so that children and other innocents do not die. Drones must stop.
Finally, we will ask the American President, Barack Hussein Obama to sit with us as equals. To listen to our stories, and not just those of the Lakota, but those of all Americans, and all people of Earth, and to work with us to set things right.
If the demands are not met, we will not vote for Obama on Tuesday. We will instead continue Red Clouds War. The treaty which ended it for a time has been broken.
Sitting Bull’s sleeper agent children are ready.
If there is to be war.
This time Wasicu loses.
This is the message that Wakan Tanka has given me in vision for the eyes of Nupa White Plume.
Eyes that smell like Victory
Some of you will scoff at this. “Obama will not listen to Nupa White Plume,” they’ll say. And they would be correct in this statement. But that is not the important factor.
Work back from the end. Who would Obama listen to?
If one million people walked off their jobs as warriors tomorrow in support of the Lakota demands, would Obama listen? If ten million did so? If one hundred million did so?
There is surely some quantity that would be heard.
But we do not need to start there.
We do not need to start at one hundred million or even ten thousand.
We need only start with the Lakota.
If Nupa and his family stand, who of the Lakota will follow?
If the Lakota stand, which other warriors will follow?
What of the tribe of Semper Fi? The Occupy Marines?
The Occupy Movement?
For the Lakota war is not a war of the Lakota, for the Lakota.
No, it is also a Christian war. For the meaning of the word Christian. A war pitting the followers of Christ and against the followers of Christianity’s as an excuse for oppression in Christ’s name. A war against Empire. The sin of Rome.
So the true followers of Christ will join us because they know in their hearts that God does not want his children to kill innocents. They know that it is wrong to kill hundreds of thousands to agent the death of less than three thousand.
It is also a Muslim war. For the meaning of the word Islam. Do we let it be defined by the hatred of a few? Or by the courage of all who stand in opposition, this one day.
Nupa White Plume is worthy to lead us because he fights for ONE Spirit. Generosity, Courage, Respect, and Wisdom flows in his veins and bleeds out his eyes every summer at the Sundance.
Stand and the whole world will follow.
I have seen this vision.
And that is not all. Sitting Bull sent me on a special mission. To learn the ways of the world. All of them. To know how the system works from the inside. I have been there. I know all the parts. I know their technology. I know their politics. I know their people.
We can break the stranglehold of greed in one single day. I have the answers to the questions you will seek in battle.
No one need die.
No one need suffer any longer unnecessarily.
The 5th of November, 2012
A day to remember in a year to remember.
The day of prophecy in the year of prophecy.
The day that Lakota warriors bring about the destruction of Babylon the Great,
the great Wasicu Whore of Bablyon,
to unite Christian and Lakota prophecy,
to bring all God’s children together in ONE Spirit.
I stand ready Nupa.
Ask me question and I will answer.
I have prepared for this day.
We have all prepared for this day.
Judgment Day has Come.
And you will lead the first battle.
Victory is ours.
We will be Russell Mean’s lightning
We will strike the White House
or was it December 29, 2014? I’m bad with dates