tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241030247895827774.post4122737456671341068..comments2023-09-03T09:08:03.593-07:00Comments on Native American Blog on Just About Everything: #NoDAPL Stop the Dakota Access Pipeline Lynne Colombehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263853199685368873noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241030247895827774.post-1821935234601161012017-06-18T22:35:50.342-07:002017-06-18T22:35:50.342-07:00I really appreciate your professional approach. Th...I really appreciate your professional approach. These are pieces of very useful information that will be of great use for me in future.<br />GST Impact Analysishttp://www.rvacadelhi.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241030247895827774.post-13388930617459899222017-03-31T23:48:02.057-07:002017-03-31T23:48:02.057-07:00Hey keep posting such good and meaningful articles...Hey keep posting such good and meaningful articles. Buy Contact Lenses Online in Indiahttp://www.lensico.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241030247895827774.post-54757107027681676322017-03-18T09:09:58.065-07:002017-03-18T09:09:58.065-07:00Hi Lynne
I was suprised to discover my monetary ...Hi Lynne<br /><br /> I was suprised to discover my monetary contribution for Standing-Rock was a major one… I learned from the Native People there should not be "me" but "US". The money gathered was a joint effort from every body and I do not consider mine was greatest then the humbliest one…! The real Braves were the ones that were there, enduring the cold and the wind, the water cannons and the blast grenades, the dog's bites and the insults… those yes were the real Braves!<br /> More then the money, every dawn and dusk I had all of you in my prayers, not wishing harm to anyone but just that the black-snake could be diverted from those lands, especially the sacred mounds…!<br /> It might had not been a victory…much less a defeat…! Surely it seasoned people for othe battles to come… after all, the Tribes have some of the ultimate weapons: Honor, Prayer and Perseverance!<br /><br />Respects to the Elders, those who were, still are and yet shall be again…<br /><br />Joseph Limp-Fox, the wasishu!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14314067844985946998noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241030247895827774.post-44008141877171050312017-02-16T01:42:34.155-08:002017-02-16T01:42:34.155-08:00Amazing blog and very interesting stuff you got he...Amazing blog and very interesting stuff you got here! I definitely learned a lot from reading through some of your earlier posts as well and decided to drop a comment on this one!<br />App Development Bangalorehttp://www.defuzed.in/app-development-bangalorenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241030247895827774.post-31751002582667771812016-10-31T00:10:59.116-07:002016-10-31T00:10:59.116-07:00Hi Lynn
I am Jose, the wasishu, from across the G...Hi Lynn<br /><br />I am Jose, the wasishu, from across the Great Water.<br />I also do not want to drink oil, and when I cut my self my blood is as red as yours.<br />My late father was, as you call, a water protector... and I feel it deeply and I thank him for so many things he taught me and only now I understand...thanks to you all Bros 'nd Sis overseas...!<br /> In the begining of October I had a "dream", I was seing it both at eye level and with a bird's eye view:<br /> There was great field / plains, splitted by a river, (which was half blue on the left, and almost black and dirty on the right.<br /> The fields were green on the left, with grass and trees, and four legged, winged, crawlers and swimmer brothers, with teepees and bros and sis from all First Nations.<br /> The fields on the right were dirty and with square houses and tall buildings, and smoky and smell bad.<br /> Divinding the river into 2 branches was a huge mound, with piles of rocks, which one with a command stick or a spear decorated with beads and feathers and fringes, all looking very old, the colours vanishing and the fringes worned out by the Sum and the Winds...<br /> The sky on the left was blue with fluffy passing clouds, but on the right it was dark red wit static, black menacing clouds, like if they were dead!<br /> From the right came a "flock" of what seemed "birds", somewhat grey-bluish, making a strange noise as their "wings" flapped...and they looked mean and bad...<br /> People on the green prairies was frightened, and the Braves begun shooting arrows against the flying-machines, no one missed but they kept on flying towards the green plains.<br /> Then a herd of Tatanka assumed protective formation around a white teepee where there was a child, 17 of them, 16 around and the bigger bull at front facing those devilish machines.<br /> Suddenly millions of golden butterflies flew up against the flying-machines, sacrificing them selves and falling back to the ground in a dense cloud of golden powder...<br /> When the cloud touched the ground, a very old man appeared mounted on a horse, his eyes could not be seen as they were hidden by his so many wrinkles...<br /> Everybody was afraid of the machines ans shouting and crying, and then he rose his left hand and everybody was quiet, and then he dropped his left hand and, with lightening speed, he rose his right hand throwing his tomahawk into the air, bheheading the bigger machine that was flying in comand... and it srated falling into the ground, and then all the other machines started to desintegrate...and the sound of metal pieces falling into the ground was deafening...<br />That was all, I know no more.<br />I thought it was a dream, perhaps because I was worried about SR..<br />After seing the Tatanka stamped, counting 17 Tatanka in the video, the white teepee is also there, and later seing the news that a child was born in a teepee, I thought I had to share this with you. I shared these words with some Native friends in the Red Road forum 3 weeks ago...every word. I am puzzled, but I think I was gifted with a vision... Younare free to share with the Elders... they will surely know...<br />Jose, the Limp FoxAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14314067844985946998noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241030247895827774.post-89836528923643867542016-09-16T14:16:16.282-07:002016-09-16T14:16:16.282-07:00Lynn, thank you for the conversation last weekend ...Lynn, thank you for the conversation last weekend at Standing Rock. You a very good writer. I felt very comfortable in your camp. Hopefully, we can connect in the future.<br />-Hobie Stocking<br /> PrairieSkyGroup.comAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00290219023099418123noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241030247895827774.post-4797066314286851842016-08-25T12:33:53.085-07:002016-08-25T12:33:53.085-07:00I recognize so many parallel experiences through y...I recognize so many parallel experiences through your blog entry. I have wondered at the level of fear and discrimination against Natives in SD my whole life. I moved away for 20 years, came back for 10 and left again as it seems no one had changed or evolved. Living life as "mostly white" but registered on the Rosebud has informed many of my decisions. I am grateful you returned! Lynne, you and I are cousins, though distant, because of shared ancestors but also because of shared experience. Thank you!Gayle Bloomnoreply@blogger.com