Healing

A call to healing

Our Savior is Jesus Christ

He will restore our brokenness

We are the broken-hearted

when our hearts heal

our future children will no longer suffer

We knew our Creator before He was given a name.

Accepting Jesus is accepting our new destiny

to protect the earth from the ills of mankind

a sober Native is a loving native

sober up

stand up

we are love united

There is no Honor in a Medal.

We rise, we stand in unison, we Indigenous. Our Creator will hear our war cries, to use Him against us is the work of the evil one. Actions speak louder than words and a word is just that, words. We act on love for there is no other way. -Tuvramu

The Spirit of the Wild Mustang

IMG_6900Some of the most powerful war horses took a lot of breaking in. The native people of America knew to be patient with disobedient horses because once tamed, the hardest horse to break in was a gift to the chief. Patience. Oh how I lack patience, but He is patient. Anything that I lack, God will provide. It could be in the form of a song, a smile from a stranger or the beauty He paints each day in the sky for all to see.

Battle wounds were well taken care of on the chiefs war horse, the more wounds the fiercer the horse and the more willing to go to battle. When a bone is broken, they say it heals to be a stronger bone, harder to break. When a Spirit is broken only Jesus can restore it. When you break the spirit of a child, it may take a lifetime for that child’s spirit to be restored. We pray for restoration.

The war cries were not only heard, they were felt down to the bone where all the spirits were restored in unison. It is a Spirit of love, to defend what is sacred, noble and honest. When your bones are healing and your spirit feels broken, remember you are loved. Only when that what they loved was threatened was there the need for war. The indigenous people of America were not war hungry, in fact, they were peaceful as long as territories were respected. Only the greed for more led to war.

For those with a colorful past, do those array of colors not make you more beautiful? When the butterfly emerges from its cocoon, do you think it had a choice?

Rise

My dream for Us

we will unite

the native tribes will stand in unison

it will not be a fight to the death

our weapon is love

you cannot combat us

our hearts bleed innocence

they have bled long enough

the streams of blood flow

Gathered at the basin of the dead

they will not consume us

we have stood idle long enough

we have been awake

your lies do not shake us

we shake the earth

hear our war cries

tremble in fear

our hearts will soar

carried by our eagle

the time is nowGertz

 

Inupiaq

When the survival of our future generations is threatened, living our traditional way of life, a life without the need for over processed junk, we are two steps ahead. We will fight with every fiber of our being through love and understanding and we will lead a Nation back to peace and prosperity. We are the mothers of the children who will build a better world. Just as the seed of love was planted in my heart may it be planted ten fold for our future generations. We respect our land because we rely and live off of OUR land.

Rise

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.