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9-11-2001
I offer the brave heart trill for all who are currently on active duty, and those who are being called to serve our country, truely you deserve the honor. And for all who have given blood, prayers, supplies, or voulenteer time to the rescue efforts currently on going, to New York's Finest and Bravest, fallen, missing or working, to our Nations finest and bravest, I offer you the brave heart trill as well. Mitakuye Oyasin.
The winyans (the young women), the mothers, and the grandmothers are the true heart of a nation. The True Brave Hearts.
We create life by giving birth, and at times, death, by taking another's life.
We offer our lifeblood every month is a cycle of renewal as old as time immemorial.
We stand behind our Brave Hearts and Kit Foxes, our brave warriors celebrating every enemy scalp, every enemy kill, though we may deplore the violent act that ended the life of another that the victors may cover themselves in honor and glory, real or imagined.
We celebrate every young man's first hunt, though we may lament loosing the baby in our arms as he moves one step closes to manhood.
We sing the death songs of those gone too soon, knowing that there must be death to insure life.
We dance the slow graceful steps at the edge of the arena, covering ourselves with shawls and uttering the eerie Brave Heart Cry (trilling) honoring the Kit Foxes and Brave Hearts from ALL Nations that have died so that we may have our freedoms.
We honor and support our Sundancers, offering of ourselves, our time, energy, and our spirits to them so that they may offer themselves for the good of the people.
We weep bitter tears for those who have died from the ignorance, carelessness, thoughtlessness, stupidity or arrogance of others.
We celebrate every new birth as a renewal of our people, knowing that as long as there are women, there is life.
We honor every marriage or union, be it traditional or non, opposite sex, or same sex, it is as the Creator has said it should be, the sharing of love and contentment that make a happy home, a safe haven for those in need. A place for the family.
We dance the ancient dances, Jingle, Fancy and Traditional, remembering the meanings behind them and sharing them with the young women so that the old ways are continued.
We offer up our young men to the altar of our country's vanity so that they too may become war heroes, P.O.W.'s and M.I.A.'s
We carry in our hearts, the heart, strength, and pride of a Nation.
And finally, we sing the honor and death songs for those who have lost a life, a friend, lover, partner, relative, or child in this tragedy that has rocked the very foundation of our Nation, for truly we are all of one Nation, the Human Nation. Mitakuye Oyasin. Mitakuye Oyasin.
I recived this from my sister Tracie, the Blood Poet, and felt that I need to share this with all of my relations. I ask that you put yourself in Chrissie's place for only moment, and offer her the support that she will surely need. Dear Friends & Family,
Most of you that know me, know my cousin Chrissy~ Her husband. Sgt. Truman Kithcart, is based at Fort Lewis in Washington State, about one mile from my home~ At this time, it looks as if he will be one of the first to be deployed~ I have just returned from thier home, from the side of Chris. She is scared, with good reason~ We as a family, are patriotic, my Nephew is also serving in the Air force, having been already deployed. I ask you to send Chrissy
lilmissshureshot@hotmail.com you words of encouragement~ your prayers~
from my heart, i thank you~
with all that i am,
Sissy
The worst that could happen to us as a Nation
is happening right now
i join you in prayer
BE WELL MY FRIENDS
GOD BLESS YOU & KEEP YOUR FAMILY SAFE
in All that is Sacred
Kopa Konaway,
Tracie blood poet
Mitakuye Oyasin, Julie Spotted Eagle Horse Cooper
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I have heard it often said by the Elders and Wise ones of my people that a Nation cannot truly be defeated as long as the hearts of it's women are not on the ground.
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