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You didn’t see

When that fire blew by, you just drove on, you were just leaving the place and in walked that superstar, and you just opened the door for her, she smiled and said ,”Thanks”, you didn’t pay any mind, as the cameras’ flashed and the people rushed her, you were sleeping, when that train wrecked, just below your home, chemicals and fire roared, smoke and sirens didn’t wake you from that dream you had of him, the love of your life, who just left you a few months ago, you were together again and enjoying times like so much before, he looked good, smelt like him, felt wonderful next to you, made you laugh, taught you something with each little event, kissed you and said, “I will always love you and be with you here and in the next world, i will wait and wait.” And, you didn’t see the time fly by, the months turning to years, the days alone, the world going on around you, the life and one you need is not here, but there, so, you don’t see, you see only that ahead and way behind you, you didn’t see, that love is visible, now, and remains, regardless, you sang that song he taught, “See you, in that place where vision is felt, where time is endless and heartaches belongs to those who only see reality, you didn’t see, for you didn’t need to, you loved me and i love you!”

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history & culture Storytelling

Wah-ZE-yah-tah (North)

From the top of the circle, sits him, he of cold, ice, snow, and air. He sneezes and we freeze, he coughs and it’s a blizzard, he cries and we shovel our way to the street. He knows that his presence is important to us, that he helps the earth rest and rejuvenate. Melting fast and warming, he knows soon, the prophecy of old will come true. The seasons will not matter, the fire will run freely, floods,earthquakes, and changes will be difficult to live with. He sighs and whispers loudly,” Thunder take over, they heed not our warnings or wisdom.” Just as the snow all melts down here…Strong Buffalo

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Knock, Knock

A dark gloom descends upon the pre-dawns’ entrance, a rumbling roars in my tummy, someone texted me, as someone knocks on my door, neither one made much sense, at this hour, to me, gloom has no invitation and sleep resists the beckoning, the pressure cooker barks alarm in the kitchen below, silly dances alone on top of the sink, rebuttal gave up the make up, before it sought relief and entered into the ceremony ritual, but, my befuddled judgement decided before the victim arose, the jury hung out the deliberation, until the court realized that a crime never happened and no one was at my door, so, i said, “Come on in.” And, the nothing on the text from a robo call, hmmm, the doggie didn’t even bark or stir to that knock, knock on my door.

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Who flies by

The one who flew by, saw below, took the prayers being sent, stop to leave, some of what was needed, looked at what was being done, saw what had been done, and gave what was required to change that and sang me this song, “You have been crying, your tears will fill the waterways of earth, you are lost, you will find the sunshine of home, you who are sick, will know the healthy way of knowing, you in mourning, will have the space to one day, meet them again, you who wonders, will know the answers, you who loves ,will know, that love is of us all, i fly to and from, for you and them, to the Great Mystery, who flies with us all! So, fly with me!

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Rainy Day

Rain does sweep over the walls with a pounding gush and expounding periodically this weeping presence. Rainwater loosely free to be what the elements determine. So, the one about to receive this moist blessing, dons a hat, and becomes a part of the routine. But, forgets a umbrella and his laptop, so back he tracks the route and more of a blessing he does receive, than the shower taken last night. Ah, but he will not perish from rain, he hopes!

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Tillie

Was the first member of my dakota family that i met, in was in 1967, Minneapolis, Minnesota at the apartment of my foster brother, Stanley Rocks’ Mother, Ann, she told me about my Mother dying and how big of a family, i had, then, i went off to war, years later, she wanted to give me some land to build a house, she was so good, I love her so much, what a grand woman to bring me into the Oyate. Thank you, Tillie, rest in peace, love from me, that orphan you found…Thomas LaBlanc

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Cloudy knows where I Live!

My Father name is First Cloud, he died  a few years back, he didn’t know i was born, my Mother never told him, but, i meet him after her passing, he said, he always wanted a child and that all my children would have made my Mother proud!  The lowest clouds, the ones closet to the earth, nearest to us, is my Dad, he hugs and advices me daily, he floats by and tells me, don’t worry, about their bad thoughts, don’t concern yourself with others emotions and actions, that you cannot control.  Take care of what you can.  Look see, all those who love you, all those who care about you, I am up here, guiding you, forever will provide for your needs.  I will enter your heart, to guide your feelings, take care of your heart, so that you will have goodness in you and your soul is full of the clouds, i give you change, i give you courage to change, to go on, each day, cloudy days are you and your love ones, see us all we bring you rain, snow, wind and sunshine join us daily for we are related, yes, we are the first clouds, love and happiness lives in us…i love you, Son!

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The Quiet Turtle Society-The Conclusion

Strong Buffalo the Dakota Poet talks to the Society, tells them of his recent imprisonment, informs them all that he wanted to go, he needed to meet the Fat Man personally, for to the Dakota, face to face is the real connection of spirits, that life is circular, that death is part of the circle of life, that, now, the Society knows the who and why of whom  oppose them, for staunch environmental and forever native traditionalist, were the large obstacle to the natural resource push, that this administration was going to go all out to get as much as they could, develop and process more than ever before, to maximize the profit, by dropping regulatory limitations and taxes fees.  That, over the holiday, they had the grand council and ceremonies, that the Quiet Turtle had awoken, that it was moving loud and clear, that it was now to called, Oyate Hotanin or Voice of the People, that no matter what they were to be peaceful and strong in the resistance to the destruction of Mother Earth, no matter who, what or where to stay strong and true.  So, it will grow and grow, that we will save this world, yes, or, we will or die in the process…The End

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The Quiet Turtle Society-Strong Buffalo/Homecoming

As, Thomas ate his quarter pounder, he kept thinking, it ain’t healthy, but, so hungry! The FBI agents who took him out of the cuban confinement, told him, that a plane was waiting, that he was to fly into MSP airport and they would take him home, they were ordered to take him and release him to his relatives, they had given him some paperwork, it said, that it was all a mistake, that the FBI does not have racial departments or units to investigate Indian domestic terroristic individuals, they had a check for him, for his time and discomfort. He gave them back the check and said, he did not have department to accept their funds. As, he met his relatives and friends, they told him that yesterday 210,000 gallons of oil and spilled in Marshall County, South Dakota, where is home tribal district of ‘Heipa’ (Beginning of the Hills) partly lies in, that it was possible that there was or could be damage to the water supply, most of it coming from aquifer way below. They didn’t know if it was just a accident or intentional released. The camp and homes of many of the society were immediately affected, and construction was halted, he called his friend, who told him that he would send 100 portable housing units with a generator complex with attached water system, all solar and wind energy sourced, on it’s way as they spoke, he hung up the phone and told his son, lets go, we must get out there, that pipelines to north and south were okayed that increased oil transportation was going on, that they were stockpiling oil in the depots of Superior and Illinois. That there were several individuals who had to be separated from the Society, they were undercover. The letter said, cointelpro was not a part of the federal government anymore, since the 70’s, but he knew different, they just changed the title and shifted personnel to other agencies. He made another call, to one of the twins, she said, “Yes, they were checking on the wild rice, berries and plants in the area, they were so glad he was back, and that as soon as he got back to the rez to call her, she laughed as he said, he wanted some commidity cheese, that he dreamt of it, she just laughed…He realized that they all were under watch because of their connection to the land and that they had alternative opinions and ways of dealing with the earth and it’s resources, like his electric car, it was charged and had just enough to get back the 200 miles west. From all the world, people were returning to begin the ceremonies of the Quiet Turtle Society, that there had not been a full and complete services in over 40 years…the anticipation grew each mile he travel, ah, home, i miss it so much, my Mothers land, the hills, the coulees and the lakes of northeastern South Dakota, home is where the heart is, where it comes from, and Heipa is his home and he was going home!

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The Quiet Turtle Society-Strong Buffalo/Found

The old man remained so calm, so relaxed, thought the army guard, he hasn’t eaten in days, has no one, been interrogated for hours on end, that fat guy, he is the worst, wow, what kind of questions he asked, like are you angry that Leonard Peltier in prison this long? Did you order the execution of Anna Mae Aquash? Weren’t you at Alcratraz, Wounded Knee, Standing Rock Dapl and talking bad about the government all over the world for the last fifty years? He would say, yes, and was proud to be there. The fat one would get excited, damnit, we know your violent, don’t give us this spiritual stuff, peaceful elder, yeah, right, he answered, 210,000 gallons just spilled in South Dakota, how did you know that? Did you sabatoage that? That money you got from Yemeni was from militant group of terrorists, underneath Save the Children guise, you ain’t fooling us, they sent you money to due harm here, didn’t they. No, I am not a terrorist, my Dakota ways will not allow me to do these things you accuse me of, i follow our traditional way, we are related to all that is living, i work for peace in this world, for peaceful love for our Mother Earth, I am not what you say, Mr. Durham, are you not the agent who is head of anti Indian/Environmental unit of the FBI? We know what you have did, we know the ones you send to us to listen, to do bad things that will get us in trouble, but, it will not work, soon, they come to take me away from here, away from you, Sir, I pray for you, that you have good health and happiness…So, you think, you can use that indian voodoo crap on me, curse me or get me sick by some devious trick of your redskin devil ways, your not holy, not christian, not american, not a good man…i pray for you, Jimmie, your so lost, in your mind, in your work, inside your miserable with no one, you don’t even have a dog to love or that will love you, that TV, that computer, they will not love you, your so alone, you need a ceremony, wiping to the tears, you cannot see the cloud around you, it is like a shadow on your flesh. The guard was told that people were coming, who just landed at the helicopter pad, two people with papers, just said release him, Durham, were taking him back to his people, now! The old Dakota, just prayed and sang, and as they took off his restraints, he said, think, we could make a stop @ the drive thru of McDonalds?