You are a vessel if you want to be one or not. What you do every day, every action or non action is what fills your vessel. There’s more to it than just that. Every thing outside your vessel impacts the inside. A hot burning fire causes a pot of water to boil over and rid itself of impurities. Once you have The light inside your vessel … or your fire that burns inside, it will never kumi (go out). Sometimes it just needs a gentle blow to re-flame, burn bright and spread. Sometimes it takes a world gone mad… a world in chaos to realize this. Become aware..become Awake. We Rise. We change and spread the light in an already very dark world. For what we call the dark side of the moon is light.
It’s the sinners that changed the course of history. Through the parables of Jesus and sinners He stopped to talk to and to heal but most of all to teach us how to treat others. We are all sinners who sin differently with the capability to change the course of the future by healing from the past. The wounds of the warriors are carried on through generations but the power of healing and love endures all pain and hurt.
People of all nations are given a chance to be God’s chosen people. The ways of the world leads nations to tumble and fall. Our heritage and values beat in the hearts of the indigenous people who will never give up our way of life. The men provide sustenance through hunting and the women raise her children in endless love and teaching of how to survive when food can not be caught. We turn to Jesus to heal that what was stolen. An identity in the handprint of God. Appreciating the land and the creatures who dwell upon it. Helping our elders and our children who cannot fend for themselves. A proud people who’s pride is not one of viscous cycles who seek to destroy the earth. We are the healers of the world because our ancestors taught us how to protect our land and values. Those are built on foundations of love. My soul awakens when the stick hits the drums and my heart pours out love when I see our young ones dance to the beats of our native tongue. I cannot grasp the beauty of our creator but I see what I see and I’m filled with wonderment. The heartbeat of my ancestors lives on through me. I could walk into the woods alone and flourish only because I was taught to do so by my mother. My respect for the land and our elders is never ending because it is every breath I take in humble gratitude for the struggles of those who went on before us. Without a shadow of a doubt our people know the one true God, who’s son is Jesus and the Trinity through the Holy Spirit. I am who I am because of my lineage and the scars of the past are ripped opened as to heal to cause the winds of change for our future generations. My people, our people, God’s people this is our destiny to stand in unison in love because that is who we are. Rise. Awake. The soul being inside of us is all consuming love when we accept Jesus into our hearts. A love that knows no bounds, accepts all creeds and nations and upholds our beliefs and respect for all.