A night with the Indians, and the tribes, the chest caved in, the heart was smashed, all because of cash and the paradigm police. Driven away to live on reservations so that they do not get in the way of what the money men call progress. Do they not understand what they have done for fun to the sun?
Indians stabbed in the back and surrounded on all sides, just like Michael Mauldin. The power elite indeed have it coming heavenly Father. Time to bring a halt to their less good ways and by-ways. The road to man's self-destruction with his construction of manslaughter. Men, women and children on a pile of the historic tile, covered up in every government file. Thousands of years later they seek to understand the lost civilizations and wonder why?
I did feel a power shift today, OK. I saw the brown bird come again and take the red berries food to eat. Then he flew off to my right out of sight. I also noticed the pink roses in bloom close to my doorstep.
Pink roses of gentle love and your grace, they are small in size, yet, they are still a prize for your glory and story.
They make films about JAWS have they nothing better to do with their time to help human kind? Now they fine the people for every move they make. The gentle, meek and mild, do not make a sound, they allow the oppression of the people to continue in every sinew. Abba when is enough, enough? When will you get tough with those that seek your demise?
Wednesday 13 October 2010
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