<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270876504505301471</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:37:38.130-08:00</updated><category term='Time'/><category term='Y'/><title type='text'>Aboriginal First Voices</title><subtitle type='html'>Over time, elders have always governed their communities. Elders were the police of any community. This blog will relate the past,present and continuing information of Aboriginal elders thoughts and concerns of North and South America.......eventually</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jason lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879951207029009385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/R9RiM5SROLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bT740J2_VMc/S220/Pow-wow_2008%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270876504505301471.post-2782483515803145399</id><published>2011-02-02T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T13:09:11.056-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Y'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/TUnFZM54z4I/AAAAAAAAAHw/pLdx7tR7fU8/s1600/Dynomite.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 210px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569199450971754370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/TUnFZM54z4I/AAAAAAAAAHw/pLdx7tR7fU8/s320/Dynomite.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Why is it that the US is considerd to be a agreat country? How come the US can't live up the the lies of all Aboriginal first peoples of this land? Everywhere I look and everyday that I awake I see lies. I see lies in the water, on the trees, around the animals, in our Young peoples minds, in ever politician that serves this country, in every facet of education and in every so called "American." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To my people who live the lies:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Wake up! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To all the halfbreeds: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Keep thinking like the European union. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To the gods everywhere:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Whats up with the destruction of my people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270876504505301471-2782483515803145399?l=aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/2782483515803145399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6270876504505301471&amp;postID=2782483515803145399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/2782483515803145399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/2782483515803145399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/2011/02/why-is-it-that-us-is-considerd-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Jason lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879951207029009385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/R9RiM5SROLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bT740J2_VMc/S220/Pow-wow_2008%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/TUnFZM54z4I/AAAAAAAAAHw/pLdx7tR7fU8/s72-c/Dynomite.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270876504505301471.post-756401287113625186</id><published>2010-12-02T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T14:46:10.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once upon a UFO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/TPgH-Q0GACI/AAAAAAAAAHk/vyIMePhH5B0/s1600/alien.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546191707353514018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/TPgH-Q0GACI/AAAAAAAAAHk/vyIMePhH5B0/s320/alien.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I just recently was abducted by a UFO. No, but I have talked to someone that was abducted by a UFO. It's kinda funny and scary at the same time. I guess you could say that it was really meant for me to meet this guy and hear his story. He is an elderly Caucasian man and his name will be omitted for his sake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I will call him "Jim." I first met Jim through another Caucasian guy named Scott. I happened to meet Scott a few years ago at the Red lake powwow and fair. Can you imagine one lonely White man sitting at the Red lake powwow? When I approached Scott, I had asked him what he was doing here(Red Lake). He was trying to sell a Deer head mount to the casino. By the end of the powwow, I end up giving Scott 40 dollars to return home. Unfortunately, I did not see Scott for around almost two years. When I finally did run into him, he had returned the 40 dollars and introduced me to Jim. I got Jim's contact information and eventually contacted him. When I did contact Jim, I was trying to locate my friend Scott. Jim had warned me not to get into any business with Scott, and I let him know that there was no business going on with Scott and that I was just trying to find out how he was doing. Jim gave me some not so surprising new in regards to Scott. Besides that, me and Jim started to talk about many things going on in the country and some of the ideas and concerns we both had in regards to these things. Eventually, it was time for me to end the call(about three hours). Just before I was ready to hang up, Jim had asked me, "did I tell you about that time I think I was abducted by aliens?" I replied "no." I had than asked him to proceed to tell me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;What was really bizarre before this conversation ever came up was a few things. One of the things I discovered by talking with a few elders was that there was this new company called Meg-tronics. An Iron ore kind of conglomerate that could establish new, high grade iron ore from old tailing's left from the old iron ore companies. If you have ever visited old mining towns within the "Iron range" you can't help but notice the labyrinth of old hills that dot the scenery in some of these old mining towns. What I have discovered was that these "hills" are not natural at all, but all man made. THE HILLS ARE REMNANTS OF OLD IRON ORE. When I first discovered this information, I was of course bothered and amazed, all at the same time. Somewhere in Anishinabeg history there was suppose to be some compensation to Anishinabeg peoples from the mining companies for all of the Iron Ore that was excavated. The numbers were like one cent for every ton of Iron Ore that was excavated. But, just like the power dam on the Lac Courte Orielles Ojibwa reservation, there was no such compensation. In that particular case, NSP power company was suppose to give free or practically free electricity to the Lac Courte Orilles Ojibwa peoples for the construction of a power dam. This is how the Honor the Earth pow wow was established, because when the power damn was created, it flooded thousands of acres of wild rice beds on the reservation. So, in essence, Ojibwa people got the end of the raw deal. There was no proof that NSP would give free or cheap electricity. When hearing of the "discovery" of Meg-tronics, I happened to meet another elderly individual, who, actually met the inventor of the machine, which is the powerhouse behind Meg-tronics.  This elderly man named "Gus" is one of the casino locals. He is a retired Mine worker. When I had mentioned this new technology and company, he excitingly admitted to me that he met the man who invented this machine. "He was sitting in this cafe and he was as dirty as a pig in the mud," he replied. "So, I asked him, where do you work, what kind of job do you have?" The man had replied, "I just invented a machine that can make new Iron Ore from old Iron Ore." "It took me almost twenty years, but I finally got someone to believe me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And that was that. Little did I know what I was about to hear and how this new profound information would or could be related to alien technology or aliens for that matter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Jim proceeded with his encounter. "I don't know exactly how or where I got to the spaceship, it was like, I was just lifted out of the roof of my house." What was really startling was the next piece of information he was going to say. "When I left my house, the Aliens or what not brought me to the shore of these lakes called twin Lakes." GULP. DOUBLE GULP. That was my first reaction. "You mean, Twin Lakes. like on the White Earth Reservation," I replied. "Yep." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Why I had to take two deep breaths and gulp was the fact that Twin Lakes is a place where my birth Mother wants to return to. That is where my Mother lived when she was a little girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;To be continued.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270876504505301471-756401287113625186?l=aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/756401287113625186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6270876504505301471&amp;postID=756401287113625186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/756401287113625186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/756401287113625186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/2010/12/once-upon-ufo.html' title='Once upon a UFO'/><author><name>Jason lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879951207029009385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/R9RiM5SROLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bT740J2_VMc/S220/Pow-wow_2008%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/TPgH-Q0GACI/AAAAAAAAAHk/vyIMePhH5B0/s72-c/alien.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270876504505301471.post-6999354312881902151</id><published>2010-12-01T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T23:47:10.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost thinking and intuition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/TPdO4VvtyZI/AAAAAAAAAHU/pUJl1vOhwao/s1600/Native%2BPride%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545988195946973586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/TPdO4VvtyZI/AAAAAAAAAHU/pUJl1vOhwao/s320/Native%2BPride%2B001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I just returned from the Northwest. Washington State, to be exact. While being there, I was very humbled by all of my experiences. But, wait, there I go using the "I" word. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;First Nations people in the past have never put the "self" before the whole of the group. "I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;" guess you could say that, in today's fast world, the word "I" is as common as school and I-pods. As the strokes of these keys try to interpret the "voices" that exist without a physical, "I" will try to do my best to tell you what needs to be told. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Firstly, lets say that, it's easier to be a groupie, rather than by one's self. If "I" am eventually deemed a domestic terrorist for the words that "I" muttle, so let it be. "I" mean, what brainwashed fool, would ever want their ideas and name, closely related to the word "terrorist?" Let's just say that, true Spiritual knowledge is earned by Genes, never by a series of degrees or self appointed hierarchy. Some people who have had direct Spiritual Wisdom have become tired, weary and or have already left this world. The individuals that are left have become victims of the Western worlds reaches and poisons. Have "I" you might ask, been selfish? Physically, " Yes." Spiritually, "No". Western philosophy's are addictive and dangerous. Western(Euro-Anishinabeg) ideas promote the "I" and a selfishness, that permeates the every inch of man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Have "I" been selfish and self centered? "Hell yes!" Was it because "I" thought of myself first? " No!" Was it because "I" witnessed imbalances of Anishinabeg culture? "Yes!" Some of the reasons "I" was selfish at times,was because everyone, at the time was too god-damn scared. Most people love to talk about something or someone, including me. "I," however like to talk about the process's someone or something has taken to become what a human self witnesses. So, if "I" have been talking about you, come on, don't take it literally! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270876504505301471-6999354312881902151?l=aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/6999354312881902151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6270876504505301471&amp;postID=6999354312881902151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/6999354312881902151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/6999354312881902151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/2010/12/lost-thinking-and-intuition.html' title='Lost thinking and intuition'/><author><name>Jason lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879951207029009385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/R9RiM5SROLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bT740J2_VMc/S220/Pow-wow_2008%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/TPdO4VvtyZI/AAAAAAAAAHU/pUJl1vOhwao/s72-c/Native%2BPride%2B001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270876504505301471.post-8091675822279539095</id><published>2010-09-28T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T16:46:23.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Institution, Institution, Institutional Norms, Ideas and Solutions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/TKI1Kv0MfLI/AAAAAAAAAHI/AEhaA-5I8GQ/s1600/all+assed+out.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522034551860001970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/TKI1Kv0MfLI/AAAAAAAAAHI/AEhaA-5I8GQ/s320/all+assed+out.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Dang. Look at this pic. I know we all have had days like this. But what is funny and really detrimental is the state of mind most people tend to inherit, for the most part of thier labor working lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;What I am trying to express and bring to light is that, there are many factual problems and that these problems are all man made social engineering schemes meant to keep people divided and fighting. Every problem we face and encounter seriously needs much debate and discussion, as to what is law and what is not law. The modern day state of being needs a makeover, but what a  modern day being does not know and tends to not care to know, will just keep him in a "death" orientated state of mind. The fictiousus state of the human mind and Spirit is nothing far from serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Some might ask, Fictiousus??? Yeah, come on lets be real, can you really handle and interpret the word institution and admit to yourself what that word really means . Most people do not like to admit to the Pharma-Military concept of divide and conquer  and  most of these same individuals can't admit that military agendas keep our society unruly by a process called; COMPARTMENTALIZATION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;That is what Aboriginal Governments and people live their professional and personal lives by, well ,at least, most Aboriginals. What I should share and say is that most people love social order and most people demand that their be social order. Some of  these same individuals will never truly remember the 60's and how many people and organizations were "infiltrated" by some sort of government affair which allowed most civil rights movements to be dissolved. Written documentation has proved that every civil group that was established(Panthers, Puerto Rico groups, A.I.M, ect.) during the 60's and afterwards was eventually staffed and discussed by white house officials. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The main pervert of compartmentalization is the military and the modern day school system. I, have had to sit in a classroom for hours upon hours and for what. To be a professional student of the US government? I don't think this individual sees and feels freedom and it's associate counterparts is truly a positive statement. We all have to pay a fee for something, even if that means if we want to live free. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Most people that have read my posts think that i am a dissident and angry person. This is untrue. What is true is the fact, that, i have had the ability to see the real truths about real productivity within our so called modern day laws and governments.People that tend to get angry at my words are full of fear. For example, lets look at the wealth of the United States and who really shares the bundle of "lies, imbalances and atrocities." What this means is that, someone who is driving a 20,000 dollar vehicle or has a house that is worth more than 70,000 dollars has lied, cheated and contributed to the imbalances of rich and poor.Am i saying that i am am jealous or that i want those things; NO. Do I need them things, not necessarily, but I am truly dissecting and connecting the dots of what is real wealth and what it really means to be wealthy. So, in case i ever have a chance to own a 20,000 dollar car or if i decide to buy a home that is valued at 70,000 or more, i than, will have no strings attached to me or my family. But for now, I am still trying to do my homework in regards to " compartmentalization "and how it is reflected in every aspect of Anishinabeg life and ceremonies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Why in the world if you have been institutionalized all of your young life, choose a profession that keeps you institutionalized? Wouldn't you eventually try to think for yourself and family? Pupillage is a disease and is very detrimental in our modern day lives on many different professional levels. Pupillage spreads lies, misinformation and deceit in every corner of life it touches. Many Aboriginal people blame the "white man" for their problems. Now that we have a black brother in office, i ask aboriginal people " now what do you think?" Meaning, that the "white man" has been and will continue to be a compartment that controls every aspect of our world, whether we want to admit it or not. Having a black brother in office is not going to change the social compartment, because the social compartment is written to stay, not be amended. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;To be continued.............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270876504505301471-8091675822279539095?l=aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/8091675822279539095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6270876504505301471&amp;postID=8091675822279539095' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/8091675822279539095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/8091675822279539095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/2010/09/institution-institution-institutional.html' title='Institution, Institution, Institutional Norms, Ideas and Solutions'/><author><name>Jason lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879951207029009385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/R9RiM5SROLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bT740J2_VMc/S220/Pow-wow_2008%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/TKI1Kv0MfLI/AAAAAAAAAHI/AEhaA-5I8GQ/s72-c/all+assed+out.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270876504505301471.post-7207980594655820622</id><published>2010-07-30T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T17:32:56.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not in my back yard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/TFNvHxzffmI/AAAAAAAAAG4/u5PXjxu_kUE/s1600/nasty+wolf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499861749368585826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/TFNvHxzffmI/AAAAAAAAAG4/u5PXjxu_kUE/s320/nasty+wolf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Not in my back yard. We have all heard that expression. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;When i hear that phrase a lot of things come to mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"I'm going to rape her"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;This is what a young man had said one time at our ceremonies. The young kid(obviously) did not know the ramifications or magnitude of what he really said AND Meant for that matter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;This young man and his family had attended our ceremonies as participants, believers and healers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;From this point on, when the young man had said what he said, the powers that be(supposedly) ostracized him and his family. The family was publicly humiliated in some grand-small way. The young man was targeted and lab led as "troubled." First of all, what he said was purely wrong, but, that didn't matter to the powers that be and contiue to be. He was marked and labled(oh my gosh does'nt this happend in the school system?". His father was told that " he had to watch his kid at the ceremonies." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;In our Midewiwin faith, the real believers and humans are versatile and very thick skinned. We have lived amongst the Anishinabeg people and "natives" all of our lives. We understand the common man and his thinking. We TRULY know the power of forgiving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;FORGIVE AND FORGET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The leader and his brother were the victims here. Even though no apparent action was ever taken by the young man(perpetrator). When the leader and his brother were threatened in their limited tribal worlds, of course they reacted. They reacted to what they know best and what they have been trained to do from the elite social groups and universities. THEY SIMPLY TOLD THE FAMILY TO CONFORM TO THE FICTITIOUS-MAN MADE WAYS OR LEAVE AND NEVER COME BACK. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;And that's precisely what this family did, they left the ceremonies a few years ago and NEVER came back. Thanks, Foxy and white foxy, you really are true Anishinabeg people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;This is one problem wrong with tribal communities and worlds. We allow the dominating western-trained tribal people in to our worlds and we allow them to think and manipulate and dictate their "social orders" unto our communities. So, when a young man as myself address the problems of balance and human nature, i am treated as the "stupid kid in the center of the classroom." I am labeled as a "quack", "unauthentic", a traitor and all the crap that goes with western training, bureaucracy and thought process's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I am not perfect and have never given the vibe of perfection. I am not arrogant nor boastful. I do know what is happening to our Spiritual teachings and way of life. That is why I write. If my writing is nor perfect or legible, um what do we say in our language when it comes to mistakes........the Spiritual beings of the Earth know what is in my heart and mind, so they (Spiritual forces) will correct and fix what i have ill-communicated..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Back to the rapist story.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Neither once did Foxy or white foxy ever apologize to the family. Why would they have to humble themselves, they are true blood brothers. They do now allow themselves to be a real family with the rest of the Spiritual people. They have shown by their own selfish acts, that they are their own family and that they do not need to care or hear anyone elses oppinions. But, most people who watch these two(plus their cronies) individuals can pinpoint that, these two individuals are much more the perpetrators than the young man. Yes, the young man said some disturbing things, but he is one of many Aboriginal youth who have been scarred for life. Why, because my community of Mide people allowed it to happened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;When i was in high school i was labeled. I was labeled many things. One of the things I was labeled by my teachers was a "big-mouth." Why? Because I had a voice and i knew how to use it. Granted I needed some real positive guiding with my words and actions, i was still very vocal. I witness social problems happen many times in tribal life.Problems that have unmasked for the past few centuries. I see Aboriginals who allow their voices to be heard, be shunned and made examples of. That is of course, if they sound very negative and anti-social. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;GAWAABIIGAUNIKAAG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The place of white earth. Recently, I have heard first hand accounts of the "Camp-Justice" partaking on the White Earth Indian Reservation. One of the accounts was related by my mother who lives on the White Earth Indian rez. She had related to me first hand a few of the events that has been going on in regards to "camp justice."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Where their is common hood there exists fear, fear, and more fear. For the readers out there, White Earth reservation is trying to replenish and refocus the bureaucracy of the tribal governing body. Anywhere their exists a private source of power, there tends to loom dictatorship and "hitlerism."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;As the case in White Earth and every where in bureaucratic systems. Having a social order allows the bureaucratic machine to thrive and replenish. Beings or humans who conform to the machine be it a doctorate degree, a license of some sort are the machines disciples and practitioners. Because if you allow yourself to have some type of "label" than you are the energies in which i write about and slay. As in the White earth justice camp. People want change and are tired of the ways that have continued to govern Aboriginal peoples. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;But camp Justice is compromised of troubled individuals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Yes, we all have some type of problem unfolding in front of our eyes. The problem with tribal agencies is unique and complicated. That is why we were allowed to have tribal governments, tribal governments can conform to the western ideals much more easily than the individuals who make up the tribe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I am just warming up..........................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Right now, i have to go and sip my star bucks and get into a fist fight with some cronies of some sort. Maybe I will head to White Earth and truly fight the powers that be. But, wait. I have deadlines and appointments. So, I don't think i really want to get involved in real grass roots movements. I risk my name and credentials. If I get involved I will not get that grant I applied for from the humanities council. Shit. Damn. I better behave and be a good citizen. I do not want to be la bled as a trouble maker and a quack.........................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Want a free tazer session?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;This is what is going on in White Earth. People are being tazed. More than once-if you would. There exists true fear. Fear from the tribal council, the reservation cops, the county cops and the state patrol. These are just a few of the public officials who are trying to "sweep" up the trouble makers at White earth. My friend who was at camp justice, also has related to me that Federal agents arrived in White Earth. Good for White Earth. Count me in. But wait, i have to finish this article and get the word out.........................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Foxy and cronies, you better check yourself and count your p's and q's................................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Real movements are on the verge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270876504505301471-7207980594655820622?l=aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/7207980594655820622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6270876504505301471&amp;postID=7207980594655820622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/7207980594655820622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/7207980594655820622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/2010/07/not-in-my-back-yard.html' title='Not in my back yard'/><author><name>Jason lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879951207029009385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/R9RiM5SROLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bT740J2_VMc/S220/Pow-wow_2008%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/TFNvHxzffmI/AAAAAAAAAG4/u5PXjxu_kUE/s72-c/nasty+wolf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270876504505301471.post-2418491243709187471</id><published>2010-07-26T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T15:06:04.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Midewiwin ....is coming to a whiteman near you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;How many times do i have to say and spell out WHITEMAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets be real and straight to the point. White people have infiltrated the sacredness of our midewiwin society. It is one thing or more to be mixed with a European bloodline. But, there are many issues from a humanities level that need to be addressed and acknowledged. One of many issues that need to be discussed and addressed is the fact that, there is no real decision making going on in the ceremony. One person dictates and that is what is followed by the rest of the people. So, when someone like me comes around(who thinks of all people-whether they are poor or not) people tend to get nervous and shaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example:&lt;br /&gt;Two years ago I had borrowed my mother-in laws van for use to travel to the midewiwin ceremony. However, within a few days of arriving, my mother's van had lost the function of the alternator. For most of you people who are not mechanically driven, the alternator is what keeps your battery charged and your car on the road. Anyhow, at the same time, the bank I was banking with had messed up my account information and my finances were in flux. That is okay, money, wealth and prestige does not define my Spiritual being. But, if you come to the midewiwn ceremony, you will notice that the ones that make all the decisions at the ceremony are money and greed orientated. Back to my story. So, eventually what happened, is that late one night after the ceremony, the alternator in the van had expired. Guess what, do you think any of the "midewijig" had stopped on the road and assisted me. Hello-no! This included the so called "leader" of the lodge, his brother, the so called head helper( OShkabewis) and their clicks. Myself and my wife had already known the fact that most of the Mide people would not stop and assist, what was sad, was the fact that, our kids were with us and not one so called "mide" person had the decency or courage to ask us if we were all alright. Most people who are in the decision making of the Midewiwin ceremony are heartless-spineless individuals. They fear the government and real leaders. That is why, they do not press real issues facing the Aboriginal peoples. Who did come to our rescue was a "real" community member. Might I say, a non-midewiwin person.&lt;br /&gt; From there another community member had asked to work on our car. His name was Richie Merrill, a now deceased individual. Upon working on our vehicle, he decided to make sure that our battery was good(that way it could hold a charge). What he did do that i did not know at the time, was that he "borrowed" another battery from a car that was parked in my fathers driveway. Okay, in all good faith, he had the greatest of intentions and needed a few bucks.&lt;br /&gt;From this point, as you can read in one of the older posts-someone had commented on me stealing form an"elder." This "elder" was the person in which Richie had borrowed the battery. So, when i was confronted by this middle aged man(elder-not really) about taking his battery, i had said no. Than when i had found out that the battery in my vehicle was his, i had promptly returned it along with a Spiritual gift.&lt;br /&gt;The sad thing about the whole thing is that most people at the midewin ceremony are fakes and false believers. Don't get me wrong, not all midewiwin people in my community are that way, just, some of the ones who have European blood and do not live on a "reservation.' Because that is beneath them and their lifestyles.&lt;br /&gt;Being midewiwin is a gift. It is a hard way of life. To be Midewin is to treat ALL of creation and it's inhabitants as equal. I can attest that this is not the way most people who are "mide" act in my community. Most who are in charge of the ceremony are Sunday midewiwin people. That means, they are like most Christians out there in the world. They are only true to the lord on Sunday, the rest of the time they don't have to care for shit or the world. Because on Sunday, the Lord will show his mercy upon them. This is sad, but, travel to my community, and you will witness first hand the true-Spiritual people. The Spiritual people who would give you their last five dollars or hell, in my case one of their cars to use. But, be warned be weary of the individulas who smile in your face and drive silver cars. They are the ...............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270876504505301471-2418491243709187471?l=aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/2418491243709187471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6270876504505301471&amp;postID=2418491243709187471' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/2418491243709187471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/2418491243709187471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/2010/07/midewiwin-is-coming-to-whiteman-near.html' title='Midewiwin ....is coming to a whiteman near you'/><author><name>Jason lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879951207029009385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/R9RiM5SROLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bT740J2_VMc/S220/Pow-wow_2008%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270876504505301471.post-5435957071066627428</id><published>2010-07-12T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T14:10:51.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hello again to my family, friends and associates.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hello out there to all the youth in america. Hello to all the elderly of america. Hello to all the politicians out there in the world. Without politicians, our world, in some sense would be such a better place to live. Hello out there to the disenfranchised and sick of the world. Without you disenfranchised people, Spiritual people of the world would only have their own boxes to learn from. Hello out there to all the evil-no-do-gooders of the world. Without you, the world would be so imbalanced. Hello to all the good people of the world, do I need to say anymore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I recently have had the chance to help a young Anishinabeg person with some Spiritual teachings. This young man is on his journey to becoming a very vocal leader and Spiritual person. For most of us who recognize our journeys as Spiritual and not physical, we can only pray that this young man stays positive and pure on his life long journey. One of the cool things about this young man, is that he graduated from high school-a huge milestone in Aboriginal communities.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;So, as I have reconnected with this youth, i could not help but notice his demeanor and energies towards certain events. Tonight after talking with him, he had related to me that he wants to pray for his Native peoples and youth. Insisting that his heart and actions are non-selfish, i decided to give a few pointers and teachings, as to what "praying" for people really means.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Praying or having the higher intuition for praying for people is a gift given to all peoples of the world. However, not many people are lead to understand this important event and feeling. Western diets, Western culture and Western norms., are always inhibiting peoples minds and souls, to make them think, that praying is less important and viewed as some type of "perfect-don't make an error phenomena." &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;This young man, had the higher intuition to "pray" or offer some type of higher knowledge to his cabin crew he is in charge of. He asked me, what can I do? I replied, get a 50 cent album and let the young people he works with listen to it. No! Just teasing. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I than had to share with him, that praying for people is a very great honer and responsibility. "Praying" is what has kept the Aboriginal Peoples of this world alive and surviving, I responded. I asked him to first share his knowledge with an elder if that was possible. Without elders in our lives to guide us and keep an eye on us as "people who pray" our communities would be perish and loose existence with old knowledge and thoughts. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;To be continued................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270876504505301471-5435957071066627428?l=aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/5435957071066627428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6270876504505301471&amp;postID=5435957071066627428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/5435957071066627428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/5435957071066627428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/2010/07/hello-again.html' title='Hello again'/><author><name>Jason lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879951207029009385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/R9RiM5SROLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bT740J2_VMc/S220/Pow-wow_2008%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270876504505301471.post-3586054346857796231</id><published>2010-06-29T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T22:42:37.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a post of thoughts for the past few months  and weeks...</title><content type='html'>It seems as if the tribal worlds of our Native peoples is in need of a huge fix and repair. First of all, how many Parents and Grand Parents continue to believe in the modern state of medicine. I have many friends and family members that continue to deny traditional healing and ceremonies. Most of our First Nations peoples want to unite with their traditional ceremonies and customs, but what i have encountered and witnessed is many attributes of decision making that never fully allow individuals to have or possess a "true" connection to the Spiritual world. Our lives that we are forced to live in the states is a sham and hoax. Many First Nations peoples are left behind when it comes to the true healing of our Spiritual side of life.&lt;br /&gt;For example, Let's take the people coming out of the prison system. Things we should be asking our selves about our past incarcerated peoples is;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 1.) Who are these individuals&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 2.) What are their experiences in life&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 3.) Do these individuals think of themselves as "Spiritual"&lt;br /&gt;And, so on and so on......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The current state of laws that most First Nations Peoples have adopted from Euro-America needs to be addressed and acknowledged. Euro-America has dominated&amp;nbsp; and trampled First Nations Peoples rights throughout the globe.&lt;br /&gt;How about traditional societies that govern the Spiritual teachings of the peoples. These societies, if ever brought back , need to be composed of "true-Spiritual" peoples. Learning the sacred languages and customs of a traditional society does not make a true spiritual society. It only keeps a huge void in the common peoples daily lives and struggles. There needs to be individuals that can process the true Spiritual gifts of the Creator which in return will allow these gifts to be explained and foretold to the common people.This will in return,will unite and strengthen true sharing and Spirtual growth of both parties.Most common people are so inundated with stress, crappy food and huge imbalances that to "feel" where their Spiritual knowledge can be applied in Euro-America is to alien for them.. There needs to be apprenticeships that allow all individuals of First Nations to come together and truly share their gifts of the creator. Let's pool all of our resources and money together, oh wait, i must be foolish and absent minded to be thinking that way. See what i mean, there is always going to be selfish people who only want for themselves ant their families.&lt;br /&gt;What about putting our feet down. I mean,&amp;nbsp; like telling Obama administration that we want new and sustainable relationships with their Government. Let's have a traditonal war. Put the the armed forces down and let's battle hand to hand or dance to dance. Before we can do this, we need to put our feet down to all these poor individuals who are ruing our First Nations. Let's rent space from the Red Lake Nation, i mean, Jail space, and start traditionalizing so called "modern day traditionalists. Let's have our Childrens voices and ideas be made to be laws and guiding instruments. But than agoin, they are children and they do not have the capabilites to "lead" the people. See what i mean, we have listened to Euro-america values for so long, that there are individuals that actually believe that crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later,&amp;nbsp; maybe some day...............................................................................................Jason lee&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270876504505301471-3586054346857796231?l=aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/3586054346857796231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6270876504505301471&amp;postID=3586054346857796231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/3586054346857796231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/3586054346857796231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-post-of-thoughts-for-past-few.html' title='Just a post of thoughts for the past few months  and weeks...'/><author><name>Jason lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879951207029009385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/R9RiM5SROLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bT740J2_VMc/S220/Pow-wow_2008%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270876504505301471.post-9094817160803284583</id><published>2010-02-10T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T11:57:43.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man, i love myself</title><content type='html'>Seems like my teachings from old wise people has made some people very mad. I have decided to publish their comment. Of course, if they allowed themselves to be known, than they could'nt say their oppinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Yes, Yes I am a hypocrate. Didn't you read that. We are all hypocrates. Even you!, for trying to put me down and hand me the complement of calling me dirt. Atleast people on this Earth, in Anishinabeg aking, are starting to recognise the teachings that I share. How about you? Why don't you post a comment and tell the readers a little about yourself. Do you give Anishinabeg names, can you speak in Anishinabeg for a bowl, can you bury our dead???&lt;br /&gt;If you can, great, good for you , we need more people like you. Why don't you hook up with Billy Blackwell and morris Blanchard, they would love to have you as thier understudy.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i am the dirt everyone walks on,  it is everywhere and it is the cover to our mother Earth. So, do you really have respect for women, because you certainly do not have respect for our mother Earth..................................................To be continued...................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270876504505301471-9094817160803284583?l=aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/9094817160803284583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6270876504505301471&amp;postID=9094817160803284583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/9094817160803284583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/9094817160803284583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/2010/02/man-i-love-myself.html' title='Man, i love myself'/><author><name>Jason lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879951207029009385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/R9RiM5SROLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bT740J2_VMc/S220/Pow-wow_2008%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270876504505301471.post-6321439809402144112</id><published>2009-12-14T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T14:05:43.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello out there</title><content type='html'>I have been very busy this winter with unemployment business.&lt;br /&gt;I want to send shouts out to Mary, Big Beaver and all the other liers out ther in the world. Thanks for everything. My personal struggles are very satisfyinga nd thought provoking. Hey big beaver, why don't you tell al the Millelacs children how much you and some of your cronies drink alcohol and sing.&lt;br /&gt;Mary, why don't you investigate the people around you. You have a big ass bug, ripping the children off and you just look the other way.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, thanks for the leave. You have done alot for my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i can fish, hunt work on personal business and not worry about a 9 to five. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am nowhere close to finished with my personal writings. I could fill a couple of books. For now, i will stay in cognito and continue my Spiritual journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all of you people who do not care for me.. I will write about you some day. For the true-down to earth people-I love you and always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my family are very well and enjoying life. Besides, my wife hates liers...............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270876504505301471-6321439809402144112?l=aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/6321439809402144112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6270876504505301471&amp;postID=6321439809402144112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/6321439809402144112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/6321439809402144112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/2009/12/hello-out-there.html' title='Hello out there'/><author><name>Jason lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879951207029009385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/R9RiM5SROLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bT740J2_VMc/S220/Pow-wow_2008%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270876504505301471.post-6729580580589697992</id><published>2009-11-12T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T20:02:50.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hypocracy,Hypocracy,Hypocracy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SvzCrVFyNqI/AAAAAAAAAGw/R9IRdYos4Vc/s1600-h/bikeman+novem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SvzCrVFyNqI/AAAAAAAAAGw/R9IRdYos4Vc/s320/bikeman+novem.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403407702589322914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Let's all face the hypocrisy that is plaguing the Native lands across Turtle Island.&lt;br /&gt;First of all, if you speak the truth, and there is mass amounts of truth telling to be told and related in that matter, you will find out the hard way, that, you-will be put in your place.&lt;br /&gt;I have, but I can not and will not be a puppet to anyone who does not hold true legitimate wisdom, knowledge and balance.&lt;br /&gt;I am now free. Free from an environment that lies, lies, LIES to our young Native Aboriginal children. Native peoples across the continent have governments that basically do what they want to their citizens. There is not enough Natives out in the world that have the bravery and wisdom to keep battling the rest of the savages. What i mean, is that both, whites and Aboriginals will do what they need to, to keep the people who speak the truth, out of their way. And if you hold some type of Aboriginal knowledge that threatens the existence of the Machines( Governments-education-Health-Military) than, you will find that you are very alone. Most Aboriginal people have laid down and allow them selves to be oppressed. When they feel a conflict arise, they will talk the talk of what they feel is oppressing them and that will be it. Take my medicine for example:&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;    I could have just shut my mouth at my last job and did what i was told. If i allowed my self to just be quiet and do my task the white system needed me to do, I would than find myself a good little soldier, killing some Iraqis. This would than make me a veteran. Time has yet to reveal the truths that are to come out in this fascist world that we live in. Now, let me think of my grand kids, the elders who have given me my train of thought and let me continue to have the strength to expose the systems people of this world. For now, i will lick my wounds and continue on forward. Kinda like my buddy who is riding across the United states. Now this is freedom. Unfortunately, he wants to get back in to the military. Good for him, that is what he chooses.&lt;br /&gt;Getting back to the case. I have offended many people in many different areas of culture, language and been lead to expose the functioning of the systems society. I do not do this to make myself think that I am better or that my way is the right way of thinking. I do it because the system that we live in contaminates our children and their children. In my little world we have ceremonial drums, the Midewiwin,  and our Native languages. But the hard truths about these things is that they have been so contaminated by greed, power and fascist thinking-that-many so called "Spiritual" people in these positions are really disrupting the natural balance of our turtle Island.&lt;br /&gt;I am a traditional thinker, i cannot say that i am a 100% traditional person, because Aboriginal peoples live in a time that does not allow full functioning of traditional beliefs, attitudes and healthy lifestyles. There is WAY to much poison and "devils" out there, to get somewhere positive with all of these great, Spirit numbing entities.&lt;br /&gt;We have many false prophets out there in the world. I am a person who has no choice to expose these peoples and their foolish ways. A principal, an administrator of any type of system, an alcoholic or pill head that attends a ceremony are all false prophets. The principal or admin. will balance the sheets or lie through their teeth to get the results that they have been geared to attain. This means myself, if I do not think like their system or if I allow my unconscious mind to bring up the hidden truths of their systems, than I am ridiculed and "set as an example." Fine. Fine. I have been down this path many times in my 35 years of existence on this earth. I have been labeled and called everything demeaning on this earth. I have caused people, who thought they were real people, even close friends, to turn on me. When I share the real hidden truths of what real Spiritual knowledge must attain from a person, than I am once again called "crazy and uneducated."I have always fought for, I guess, the people who have never had a voice and who are trained to not have a voice. I mean, come on.Let's face the real truth, there is no freedom of speech in the school systems, tribal or not.&lt;br /&gt;What we need is a new start. We need a new way of doing business and handling the in formations systems that rule the tribal worlds. The ideas and principals that have governed this country from the beginning need to be thrown off Turtle Island. Look at President Obama, he cannot get his health care form passed into existence. Why? The President does not want to think as one, with the system that has been in place. So, he finds himself in a tug-o-war battle with the class system in place. I know his frustrations and his desire to lead America to a new frontier. HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270876504505301471-6729580580589697992?l=aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/6729580580589697992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6270876504505301471&amp;postID=6729580580589697992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/6729580580589697992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/6729580580589697992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/2009/11/hypocracyhypocracyhypocracy.html' title='Hypocracy,Hypocracy,Hypocracy'/><author><name>Jason lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879951207029009385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/R9RiM5SROLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bT740J2_VMc/S220/Pow-wow_2008%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SvzCrVFyNqI/AAAAAAAAAGw/R9IRdYos4Vc/s72-c/bikeman+novem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270876504505301471.post-804972173068098864</id><published>2009-11-02T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T11:04:47.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be careful what you say.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I have just recently been attacked and undermined by Amik and Mary. They(together) have somewhat ousted me and my position of employment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Let's look at some surprising things that refelct what i have been saying all along these past two years. First of all, Amik does not have the technological knowhow to run a milliion dollar program. His language program and past productions have been nothing but a joke. I guess he was trying to have some kind of money making production, in regards to the Anishinabe language. All I have to say is this, Gladys Bearhart, along with a few other St. Croix elders warned,along with prophesized to me, what would happen to people who would sell the Anishinabe language. HMMM. Can't wait to see what happens there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Mary-Well this individual is on a spending spree. Both, Amik and Mary live in past times, past times that want the past to cover the present and future spending. Both individuals only know how to spend money. They will out spend what money is in their budgets and then turn to other accounts to cover their assess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Getting rid of me was a blessing. The ship is sinking and the only ones holding the bill is the tribe and the BIE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Certain grants that govern entities MUST always be carefully followed. Thier can be no leaning to the right or left. Also, October 1st was the new fiscal year for federal programs. This means new spending on faxes, art machines and teacher pet orientated toys. So, to let me go, is great. I will enjoy my time, but i will be FREE. FREE from the BIE and it's relation to my past job. Come to think of it...what would the BIE think of it's cyber training mandate and how it is not strictly enforced????????&lt;br /&gt;You better be careful what you say.................................................................................................................................................................................................Ogabaak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270876504505301471-804972173068098864?l=aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/804972173068098864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6270876504505301471&amp;postID=804972173068098864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/804972173068098864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/804972173068098864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/2009/11/be-careful-what-you-say.html' title='Be careful what you say.....'/><author><name>Jason lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879951207029009385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/R9RiM5SROLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bT740J2_VMc/S220/Pow-wow_2008%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270876504505301471.post-478884100506493493</id><published>2009-10-23T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T14:10:32.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simon and beaverfunkel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It is so funny how politics come and bite you in the ass. Anishinabeg and white people co-exist as evil doers. Wait, let me rephrase that. Some Anishinabeg and some white people co-exist together in a professional relationship that manifest itself around  certain federal monies and politics. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Now Obama is a black man. I am a Anishinabeg. You would think that some of the struggles that Native peoples have endured over the last 600 + years would be addressed, Nope! The system of government that Obama represents- thinks white, acts blank and is designed to destroy the good in ALL Native communities. Is this Obama's fault. Nope!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It is the fault of the ignorant, selfish, fascist Native peoples. We have let the system of white destroy are communities, children's minds, and some elders belief system. The elders, is a term thrown around in white/Native America when times call for false support of a fisaudulated cause. Than, the elders are paid off and told one point of the story. We have allowed are elders to be ran over by the white dictators, who have always had their own agenda, no matter how nice they were to our faces. Be it a school setting, a payroll department or what not, the white system does not allow people of color to do their job, because the white system does not allow competency to people of color. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Now take the Native people in the white system that retain some type of false power. Most Native people in these positions become the products of the system themselves. They might seem to start out positive and sincere, but than over time, they Lie, cheat, steal and hide behind their false front they call a "positive decision making council" or something to that manner. What begins to happened is the transition from a positive-good-doing person to a money-materialistic loving creature. In all retrospect, the Native people, sometimes with the guide of the white people-become the true-unique-dominating-spit-in-your-face-oppressors. The Native oppressors  than-turn in towards the naturally positive charged people and elders. The oppressors cannot stab or slice at the white system , because they are the predecessors of their new- whitely-adopted control mechanisms. The Native oppressors do not want to be looked upon as a piece of the white system by the Native community so than, they become politicians within the system. This system that exists today in all of it's complex functions is one of many that are designed by the federal legislation of the Indian Reorganization Act.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I have fought for elders and the youth. I have witnessed many atrocities withinn the tribal-federal-state-county mechanism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;TO Be Continued........................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270876504505301471-478884100506493493?l=aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/478884100506493493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6270876504505301471&amp;postID=478884100506493493' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/478884100506493493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/478884100506493493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/2009/10/simon-and-beaverfunkel.html' title='Simon and beaverfunkel'/><author><name>Jason lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879951207029009385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/R9RiM5SROLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bT740J2_VMc/S220/Pow-wow_2008%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270876504505301471.post-1397449824464138344</id><published>2009-10-02T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T13:55:10.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UTOPIAN ANSIHINBEG CULTURE PART 1 OF MANY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SsZolQXpaBI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Q3ziWaHcbkk/s1600-h/big+cups.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SsZolQXpaBI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Q3ziWaHcbkk/s320/big+cups.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388108993453975570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A greeting of " what Indian is about"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just recently heard a linguistic person say that " having an Indian car does not really define what Indian really means. There is nothing wrong with having nice and new things such as a car, house and personal items."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me?! So, I guess we are suppose to take this persons opinion as a word of bond. Does any one not realize that America and Native America have defined to the rest of the world what greed personifies. So, what this individual critic wants me to do is pay more for societal consumer products. First of all, American schools systems, along with Native American school systems are vital organs in the same monster, which teach children to be dependent-good-little--behaving-consumers. I attended the National Congress of American Indians a few years ago and I was freakin appalled. Not once did I hear an elder or a Native get up and address the principals of modern day education and how these guiding principals are destroying are children belief system. Nor, did I hear anyone express the real issues facing Native Americas; poverty that is a bi-product of mass schooling, ect. Has all Native people forgotten how to say no to the white system? True, we as Native Peolples have no choice but to live within the white system, but we don't have to be dependent on the system from the standpoint of what the greedy politicians and "higher" ranked Native peoples think that we want.In my  own opinion, dominant-brainwashed-educated-Materialistic Native people need to blueprint a Utopian society to live in, where they have no dust, garbage or non-greedy foundations. That way, they can have their own made up interpretations of Native languages, procedures and customs.&lt;br /&gt;So, getting back to this linguistics comment about having MORE NICE THINGS.. ...&lt;br /&gt;I really think you need to sit and immerse yourself in nothingness.Nothingness in todays television frame of minds is worthless and non-important. That is why people like your kind think that i am nothing, because i do not share the same ideas and beliefs as your society. People like you, who have only one way of viewing materialistic wealth are really shallow people. If you ever want to get down, humble and Spiritual, I will be the first one to share with you, what your Jesus wants for you.&lt;br /&gt;Until the next time, you stay in that Mcmansion on your horse ranch and sip your starbucks coffee. I am going to work on my car and attend to some nice physical activities that allows me to immerse with my own kids-without a nanny and take my kids to the REz-to see their people............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270876504505301471-1397449824464138344?l=aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/1397449824464138344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6270876504505301471&amp;postID=1397449824464138344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/1397449824464138344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/1397449824464138344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/2009/10/utopian-ansihinbeg-culture-part-1-of.html' title='UTOPIAN ANSIHINBEG CULTURE PART 1 OF MANY'/><author><name>Jason lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879951207029009385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/R9RiM5SROLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bT740J2_VMc/S220/Pow-wow_2008%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SsZolQXpaBI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Q3ziWaHcbkk/s72-c/big+cups.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270876504505301471.post-1705084923575455670</id><published>2009-10-01T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T14:11:28.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All types of business</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SsUakr3CafI/AAAAAAAAAGg/6UEuUfdTsdQ/s1600-h/access+denied.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SsUakr3CafI/AAAAAAAAAGg/6UEuUfdTsdQ/s320/access+denied.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387741746769848818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It is been a great end of summer and beginning of the autumn. I continue to follow my path as a Anishinabeg and continue to see the onslaught of commercialism in everything and everybody.&lt;br /&gt;I must admit, I really have trouble with Anishinabeg peoples and their true motives, when it comes to the language, the culture and how Anishinabeg peoples teach their children to always have the easy way out in life.&lt;br /&gt;I once was drug and alcohol free, my mind was pure and undiluted. I will never be pure in the sense of chemical free but I am pure in my thoughts, mind and soul. Money has not motivated me to go and learn the Anishinabeg language and have a huge house. Money has not contaminated my soul and Spirit receiving being. Money is motivating the Anishinabeg language teachers-period.&lt;br /&gt;What does school teach us to be? For the most part, we are to be docile-time orientated0well disciplined individuals. Doesn't this sound like the old BIA mentality. Civilize or die!&lt;br /&gt;It really shames my soul. Do I work in a factory, in which you call a school? Unfortunately-yes! Am I a hypo crate, yes and no.&lt;br /&gt;Now, TODAY AT THIS TIME I BRING YOU A NEW GEAR TO WRENCH ON..................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AFRICA MEETS MICHIGAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLAP. PUNCH. FLIP. The crowd  cheers  for Ahneen, the black Ivory coast warrior, who might just be related to Barack O bama. "OUCH" Your hurting me, the Michigan kid yelps. As white as a ghost, although the Michigan kid is not ill,  his white skin is due to all of the Indian Blood being pounded out of him by the Ivory coast warrior. But than, just at the right moment the Michigan kid goes into a vision state-he starts to hear his heart beat, than his opponents heart beat- as he gains his consciousness he lastly starts to hear the the tune of Rocky Balboa " The eye of the tiger."&lt;br /&gt;Part 1/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270876504505301471-1705084923575455670?l=aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/1705084923575455670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6270876504505301471&amp;postID=1705084923575455670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/1705084923575455670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/1705084923575455670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/2009/10/all-types-of-business.html' title='All types of business'/><author><name>Jason lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879951207029009385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/R9RiM5SROLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bT740J2_VMc/S220/Pow-wow_2008%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SsUakr3CafI/AAAAAAAAAGg/6UEuUfdTsdQ/s72-c/access+denied.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270876504505301471.post-191760615927180411</id><published>2009-09-04T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T21:43:30.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The return of ishkode Bikwak</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SqHbvT7gauI/AAAAAAAAAGY/W4madwAQVrg/s1600-h/Picture+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SqHbvT7gauI/AAAAAAAAAGY/W4madwAQVrg/s320/Picture+088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377821035907279586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Man, It has been like forever, since i have written on this blog. I hope there is still some fellow readers out there. I am contemplating and throwing the ideas around, whether i should expand this page to face book and my space. But, for now, I am okay with this blog and whatever..&lt;br /&gt;For now, i want to express the healing ability and elaborate on the return of a dear friend: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIRE ARROW OR ISHKODEBIKWAK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Since my last post I have had the opportunities to reconnect with some old enemies, foes and friends. I had to "come clean" on many avenues. Most of the avenues, i really had to do some personal inventory, to allow me to grow, dominate and be the ultimate Spiritual Guru that i am. Just teasing.&lt;br /&gt;But, I can say that I have really grown on many levels and that I am proud to say and admit that I am a human Anishinabeg and I have many flaws as a human Anishinabeg.&lt;br /&gt;Over the past month and a half, i had to attend a Spiritual ceremony. There are many windows, avenues and responsibilities that lead you up to this ceremony and than there is the follow up to the ceremony as a human Anishinabeg. In the events that lead me up to this "religious" function, I can say that everything and everyone that i encountered and learned from were Spiritually following me into this ceremony. Whether it was alcoholics that chose to drink every day to animals that came to visit me, I did not forget one person or thing in my ceremony. I had to do a tremendous amount of praying for both, animate and inanimate objects and beings.&lt;br /&gt;One of the people that came to my help and aid was FIRE ARROW, a close relative, friend and companion. Both, him and his family were great assets to the ceremony. Fire arrow is a man. He is man that has witnessed demise, conflict, misunderstanding and compassion many times in the past ten years. Has he given up on his faith? Not once! Has he made many mistakes and ill decisions? Yes!&lt;br /&gt;Is he someone that i keep close to my heart and soul? Yes!&lt;br /&gt;Ishkode Bikwak is a leader in many ways to Human Anishinabeg. He is a gifted healer and human Anishinabeg. He has cleared the way for people like me who are in their infancy, when it comes to healing the Human Anishinabeg in many avenues. But, now Ishkode Bikwak is a PIMP, he walks with a slight limp and fl yer than any big city simp............................&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine taking another persons sickness from them. Can you imagine yourself believing in your own faith, to the point, that if you take a personal vow to help people who are sick in many ways; spiritually, physically, emotionally and mentally, that, you will personify a great leader, like John Wayne. JK. If you are like most American people, you probably opt out, when it comes to "really" helping your fellow man. When your fellow man is down on his knees, you probably either walk right by or you don't even notice when your fellow man is down on his faith. Is this your fault? Yes, you have not studied the American dynamics of education, federal and state laws to see exactly how it washes your own Spirit and physical being to the point that you are a conditioned rat, who is caged in by your own desires,wants and needs. You would have been a great military veteran, you should have been enrolled in one of the armed forces because you choose to follow the chain of command to a "T." Most people do not want to be labeled, this is human nature. But, when you are living amongst people who are "trained" to abide and further the agenda of the military frame of mind in the sense of desensitization, than you choose the path of walking away from your fellow Anishinabeg, while they are sitting, waiting for a hand or gesture of good will. This is where most Americans and First Nations peoples mind sets take refuge.&lt;br /&gt;So, now you have to ask yourself; are you a people person or are you a selfish-ego orientated person?&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to Ishkode Bikwak, he is motivated by the sickness in many individuals. Motivation, that wants to help destroy the principals that started an individuals ailment. We need more Human anishinabeg like Ishkode Bikwak. That is why I am expressing my concern for this matter, it touches on many base principals that we have been taught by our families and the greater masses.&lt;br /&gt;I have personally witnessed and have been the man down on his faith. Not so much my own personal faith, but the faith of the human race. By witnessing Spiritually debunked human anishinabeg, I have been able to finally crack the code of real-authentic-genuine human beings. Imagine yourself in a 10' by 10' room. Now, image that same room filled with both people you know and do not know. Now, close your eyes and listen to the discussion around you. What do you choose to hear? What do you hear?  Have you mastered your own faith to the point where you can "hear" the real people in this room? Maybe you do not know what i mean, do you hear the discussion of work, cell phones, Internet relations? Or do you tend to hear the people in the room who least likely brag, boast or talk about themselves? Do you you hear conditioned rats talking away like they are a computer program?Do you hear discussion of events that you cannot fathom, and you ask yourself why are those people talking so "uneventful?"&lt;br /&gt;Kinda like this article.....................................................................this can be uneventful.........................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Jay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS the pic at the top was taken in July of 2009, it is of I Keith Secola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270876504505301471-191760615927180411?l=aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/191760615927180411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6270876504505301471&amp;postID=191760615927180411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/191760615927180411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/191760615927180411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/2009/09/return-of-ishkode-bikwak.html' title='The return of ishkode Bikwak'/><author><name>Jason lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879951207029009385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/R9RiM5SROLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bT740J2_VMc/S220/Pow-wow_2008%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SqHbvT7gauI/AAAAAAAAAGY/W4madwAQVrg/s72-c/Picture+088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270876504505301471.post-6614206860337894625</id><published>2009-07-16T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T20:28:42.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Keith, where is thou????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/Sl_pvzPEAqI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/j3f2xUX25Hw/s1600-h/Keith_Secola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359259089010688674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/Sl_pvzPEAqI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/j3f2xUX25Hw/s320/Keith_Secola.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and Keith Secola are going to win a Grammy together! Na, but you never know, what is in your path.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Looking back on me and Keith's conversation and discussion pieces, I consider myself very opportunistic and blessed. I had a chance to record our conversation, but I still have not been able to upload it on this site. I will have to add a link, which is great by me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Opera, rap, punk and heavy metal are just a few things that Keith has in the works. When we discussing ideas and concerns, we both decided to help each other out. He is going to school me in the music and arts. I, will just be me and preach the words of pimps and hoes. Because I am a pimp and pimps do not commit suicide. Just kidding. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My family was very over whelmed, to know that I know Keith on a personal level. Me, too. However, getting back to our discussions, I want to make clear, that one of these soon days, I will either start performing a one man theatre show and at the same time, I will pass on the knowledge and insight that Keith has given me. Here is my first lyrics:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Music on any level can be very intoxicating. It can make your human mind relax, get really pissed off or cry. I am a singer. I love people and I have much to share and offer people in general. I was raised in the ghetto, my first taste of violence came in the form of smashing Midewiwin pelts. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Na, just really kidding. But, I think Keith will sign me on his label. I am a PROFIT. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Keith knows what that means.................................PROFIT.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Music and writing are a great thing. I love to write. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have many people to sing and educate about. Many problems face our communities and very few people take the time to address the problems in our comm unites. If you rock the boat, you will be put in your place. If you are an elected official of a high caliber job, than you are to blame for not speaking up. If you think you are too above the people to answer them, than you will be shown that you are an outsider and you are not one of the people. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In retro, if you do not care for me,fine. If you do not agree with me, great. And, if you are in my religion, i will expose you! Plain and simple. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you are in my community, that you say I have no blood ties too, than you are the fool. You are the fool, who hides behind your pen name. If you are the one calling me a crab in the bucket, than I will sing about you. Call me a crab, I will call you a scab, because that is what you are-and i will pick you off of me just as fast as you appeared on me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; WHAT DO YOU THINK.................................................................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ARE YOU WORRIED....................................................................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WATCH OUT......................................................................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;YOU ARE GETTING NO LOVE FROM ME..................................................................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;YOU ARE WHITE OR YOU ARE BROWN-TO BE BOTH IS A DECEPTION&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;DECEPTIONS ARE LIES...............................................................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;JAY&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270876504505301471-6614206860337894625?l=aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/6614206860337894625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6270876504505301471&amp;postID=6614206860337894625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/6614206860337894625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/6614206860337894625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-keith-where-is-thou.html' title='Oh Keith, where is thou????'/><author><name>Jason lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879951207029009385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/R9RiM5SROLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bT740J2_VMc/S220/Pow-wow_2008%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/Sl_pvzPEAqI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/j3f2xUX25Hw/s72-c/Keith_Secola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270876504505301471.post-4513575860776262044</id><published>2009-07-16T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T19:56:26.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiritual Advising, veterans and more compliancy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/Sl_dp1XD1lI/AAAAAAAAAGI/AarhJAI_-9c/s1600-h/bikemanpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359245792362354258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/Sl_dp1XD1lI/AAAAAAAAAGI/AarhJAI_-9c/s320/bikemanpic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is another day; a day that brings many surprises, hopes and appreciations. I am currently on the Mille Lacs reservation and I have visited a few close friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the past month or so, i have been very busy with many projects and life lessons. A few days before the fourth of July, i was phoned by an elderly lady in her early 80's. She had asked me if I could help her out. I had asked her, how she wanted to help me her out. She had related to me that her husband had just passed away and she needed a Spiritual person to conduct her husbands funeral. She had asked if i was " Spiritual" and I said "yes-very much so." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Good- than you will help me out?" "Yes- I will help you and your husband out."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From this point on, something very Spiritual and moving takes place. Energy in the form of Spirituality, honesty, humility and many other forms, tend to manifest themselves in many different ways which aids the path of the conductor and the deceased loved one, to be very smooth and unforgettable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the motion is set in place, I still have to remember that I am a human being first. Being perfect is never an option. Having flaws; both, as spirit and human is normal and okay. When attaining perfection is at the forefront of human rational, the balance of life is upset and thrown into a calasmitic type of upheaval. Thus, the path in which joins the Spiritual and human worlds is tainted by human errors and irresponsibility's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When human beings die, they all follow different, specific paths to the house of "GOD" or the Great Spirit. Understanding these paths is vital and essential, when it is time for one's own walk into the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Human beings are flawed and do not like to be with out anything. It is in our nature to be greedy, deceitful and non-caring.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, do i take all of this into context when it is time for me to talk to a persons soul? Hell yes! Does it scare me to talk to a dead person, no actually not. To me. they are not dead, but have taken a different physical identity. They are physical no more, but Spirit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spiritual advising is hard, to say the least. You have to be able to walk the talk and talk the walk. Many Spiritual ad visors or modern day (wanna-be) medicine men are full of bullshit and education. They have not lived the life of hard times and getting by on one owns faith. Many of these individuals are the false profits of the earth. They tend to fool the majority of the populations, no matter what faiths they preach. Just like the pilgrims and early settlers of North America who left the old world to join a new world, control and manipulation of the human Spirit has reached new heights and magnitudes. The evil of the Earth has become much more sophisticated and genuine. I, myself, can see this and have studied life lessons, to know when a false profit is looking at me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, don't you look at me...................................................................................JK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270876504505301471-4513575860776262044?l=aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/4513575860776262044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6270876504505301471&amp;postID=4513575860776262044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/4513575860776262044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/4513575860776262044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/2009/07/spiritual-advising-veterans-and-more.html' title='Spiritual Advising, veterans and more compliancy'/><author><name>Jason lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879951207029009385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/R9RiM5SROLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bT740J2_VMc/S220/Pow-wow_2008%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/Sl_dp1XD1lI/AAAAAAAAAGI/AarhJAI_-9c/s72-c/bikemanpic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270876504505301471.post-2425276360797103706</id><published>2009-06-27T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T19:25:55.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100,000 miles and biking Part Niizh(2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SkbUn9Il61I/AAAAAAAAAF4/KzXH2KKNjmo/s1600-h/crazyhorse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352198990067002194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SkbUn9Il61I/AAAAAAAAAF4/KzXH2KKNjmo/s320/crazyhorse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SkbQSR4x18I/AAAAAAAAAFw/tN1ojHwg-KQ/s1600-h/Keith_Secola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352194219634186178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SkbQSR4x18I/AAAAAAAAAFw/tN1ojHwg-KQ/s320/Keith_Secola.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;100,000 miles and biking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm. Sometimes it feels as if writing is a job, a western job-that is unfilling and distraught. I have heard some cool interviews lately and National and Minnesota public radio. One of those interviews was in references to writers, and the problems associated with being a writer to support one's own self and family. Maybe one day i will write about it-but for now let's just say that i got a lot of satisfaction and tons &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey, just now Keith secola stopped by and told me he would meet me in the coffe shop. So, that's cool. Me and Keith met about ten years ago in the casino back home-in St. croix, the reservation. At that time he played in the Don Saros room, and yes-Don was a late relative, my Dads uncle to be exact. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will write and have a pic or two of me and Keith. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;JaY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay, &lt;/em&gt;I am back and Keith is back on the road. We had a blast the few hours that I got to spend with him. I am trying to upload some of our conversation sharing of experiences, but, i am struggling with this blog sight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to a few things; 100,000 miles and biking is well, what can i say, i will let the pic show for itself. However, when me and Keith sat down to first, have coffee. The room was extra charged and I really don't think his coffee nor mine needed caffeine, our energy was as pure and nontoxic as energy can get. Plain and simple. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I first met Keith around ten years ago at our casino( I am repeating myself) but, he remembered the place and he remembered my sister who was also with me as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This game of catch up and intimate exchanging of wisdom, that me and Keith omitted from one another, was moving, stunning and very humbling. We, or i should say that the Creator has brought en us together to re-unite and what should i say..........learn more avenues that the Tricksters, false medicine men( he terms them as P.M.M or something to that effect) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will try and post my next blog with mine and Keiths discussions........I have so much to share..................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................Jay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270876504505301471-2425276360797103706?l=aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/2425276360797103706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6270876504505301471&amp;postID=2425276360797103706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/2425276360797103706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/2425276360797103706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/2009/06/100000-miles-and-biking-part-niizh2.html' title='100,000 miles and biking Part Niizh(2)'/><author><name>Jason lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879951207029009385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/R9RiM5SROLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bT740J2_VMc/S220/Pow-wow_2008%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SkbUn9Il61I/AAAAAAAAAF4/KzXH2KKNjmo/s72-c/crazyhorse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270876504505301471.post-2911690432245062318</id><published>2009-06-03T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T09:32:02.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A very warm comment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SialNzX0luI/AAAAAAAAAFg/o1dpzjA-WBA/s1600-h/big+groups+%232.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343139664468678370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SialNzX0luI/AAAAAAAAAFg/o1dpzjA-WBA/s320/big+groups+%232.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I was just given a great compliment. I must say I thought the comment was going to be more capital punishment. But, to my surprise no. I was just sent this and I wanted to share with all the readers, fans, idols, Na. As if I am that known. But seriously, the haters can hate on this..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;My name is Karen DeJesus. I am the Family Housing Support Specialist here at MIWRC. Our Director Suzanne shared your email with all of us. I read your WHOLE blog! You paint a very vivid picture with your words. I could envision the places, feel the cold or warmth you described, hear the background noises of the wood and the elders homes, taste the CAKE (ayee!) I could even smell the wild rice you would have cooked. Thank you for being you, don't ever stop writing and telling these stories. Your expression is like the cumulative thoughts of many who feel the anguish and appalling disgust when we witness the suffering of our own people on a daily basis. Especially the single suffering of our elders and children who deserve more from us all.I often ask myself, when, how will it all ever change??? I question my purpose here and whether or not it makes a difference. It gets real tough some days.But then I am reminded of the goodness in us all when I hear words like yours, when I see someone succeed from a little assistance, when I witness a total change in a persons perspective because of something one of us said or did and when I get to see people grow and change for the better it keeps me going and it redeems my hope and energy. Mucho-Miigwech for the Shout-out! You are like an American Indian Tu-pac telling us to keep our MF’g heads up (Ayee!) and today... I'll keep bobbing mine and keep smiling all through the work day because it’s even greater knowing that just the spirit of this agency has infected others and that effect fuels greater efforts and greater outcomes!I share your goal to see indigenous people WHOLE and I humbly ask the Creator to continue to bless you and guide your influence on your journey. Ah-ho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270876504505301471-2911690432245062318?l=aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/2911690432245062318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6270876504505301471&amp;postID=2911690432245062318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/2911690432245062318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/2911690432245062318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/2009/06/very-warm-comment.html' title='A very warm comment'/><author><name>Jason lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879951207029009385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/R9RiM5SROLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bT740J2_VMc/S220/Pow-wow_2008%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SialNzX0luI/AAAAAAAAAFg/o1dpzjA-WBA/s72-c/big+groups+%232.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270876504505301471.post-2452994889305641897</id><published>2009-06-03T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T09:19:00.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100,000 miles and biking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SiaW2VO0TeI/AAAAAAAAAFY/A2zEqZv-cys/s1600-h/bikepic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343123868078067170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SiaW2VO0TeI/AAAAAAAAAFY/A2zEqZv-cys/s320/bikepic2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;"&gt;Yes, it has been a long winter (did i say long) and I have not had the opportunity to write for some time. Spring has come into full bloom and i have had many opportunities to further my Spiritual development and gain physical, mental and emotional maturity-nothing a Doctorate or Masters degree can ever touch or limit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the past few months, I have witnessed many deaths, a brush with death myself and countless adventures that would make the average man buckle, crack and perish in their professional careers. I am not implying that I possess god like powers, but I can say that I know what &lt;em&gt;Faith &lt;/em&gt;is- in it's dynamic form and what it can do to modern day problems and people who in general, are our problems. Modern day science always tells us about " opposites attract." However, this is true on may levels even in faiths all over the world. I have witnessed bad Carma, medicine, and bad vibes-all because I choose to have positive energy-people and lessons in my life. I guess i understand a little more about negative people-who tend to be evil in their thoughts and actions. It seems as if the world moves and takes care of these negative people. Well, i use to think that, but now, as i write, i am seeking my answer. Believe me, i would love to be negative and continue to live the lifestyle as "crab in the bucket." But, it is not my path and neither is negative behavior and mentality. Do I acknowledge the negative energies in my life-YES! If there is negative people-energies- and we cross paths, best believe I will acknowledge and fight you IF i have to. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, moving on to the positive regard and contentment in my life. My family, my children, grand-children-Yes- I said that. They are with me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This PIC i am posting is a new friend of the family and to all First nations peoples. The PIC is of myself and Brian. Brian is from Massachusetts. He has been riding his bike for two weeks straight and is continuing his journey to Seattle than on to CALI FOR N-I-A!!!!!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In all actuality, I was running a small errand for Ni-nitaw wis Reggie Garbow. Reggis is both me and my wife's relative. But, me and my wife are not related- not yet!!!!JK, Native humor there. Anyhow, rather than just run to the Grand market, where all grocier items are outrageously priced( Have to feed that corporation of the Mille Lacs Band). I decided to head to the Mille LAcs marathon convenience store. I than could pick and price line the items that Reggie needed and I could pick up a white mans/black mans fishing fishing license. I say a black mans license because the white house is not ran by just white people anymore. Now it includes a black man. My Great Black father----------DARTH VADER----------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No, just kidding. As I entered the store, I could not help notice this peculiar looking dude. I could tell he was biking. He appeared not quite professional, but yet I noticed he had heart and showed that he was a truly free man. His Spirit was un-tainted by the restraints of modern day education and everything the education/Wiindigo Spirit touched. From the shoes that we ware, to the toothpaste that we shove in our mouths to the languages that we speak, modern day education has tainted and continues to dominate our lives. This dude that I was meeting for the first time, was just like me and was a white version of myself!!!!! Nerdy-homely and god-damn smelly!!!!! Just teasing. But, when i approached him, I was like "man where you from?" From Massachusetts- he replied. " Okay- where are you going?" " The pacific- Brian replied. So, now at this point in time, i was thinking-----&lt;em&gt;PACIFIC- PACIFIC WHAT? ISLANDS- FIGI- GUAM-OCEAN---WHAT??????????&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To BE CONTINUED............................................................................................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270876504505301471-2452994889305641897?l=aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/2452994889305641897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6270876504505301471&amp;postID=2452994889305641897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/2452994889305641897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/2452994889305641897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/2009/06/100000-miles-and-biking.html' title='100,000 miles and biking'/><author><name>Jason lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879951207029009385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/R9RiM5SROLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bT740J2_VMc/S220/Pow-wow_2008%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SiaW2VO0TeI/AAAAAAAAAFY/A2zEqZv-cys/s72-c/bikepic2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270876504505301471.post-6055958657503754449</id><published>2009-02-09T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T20:31:20.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are all the First Nation elders??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SZEB6jqqKGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/yPyXbixVzoM/s1600-h/elder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301020341909989474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SZEB6jqqKGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/yPyXbixVzoM/s320/elder.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I have had many occasions to help many different people in my life. One particular event comes to mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;In the summer of 1998 I was driving back from Thunder bay, Ontario. I had been on the road for about on hour and I needed to releave my bladder. So, I stopped by a wayside rest. Unfortunately, there was no rest room facilities. Upon exiting my 1986 Chevrolet Camaro, I had noticed an elderly couple exiting there vehicle. So, the young and energetic man I was, I decided to walk up to the elderly couple and ask them if they needed assistance. They both said "no" and that they would be okay. So, I decided to visit with them. Upon many questions and answers, they had asked me if I was Ojibwa, I than excitingly said "yeah." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;They than decided to inform me that they were just coming back form Canada. The elderly White man had stated that he went &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; go and visit a healer in some remote reservation north of Thunder bay. He had told me that he drove all the way from Illinois. I was amazed to know at this point, that, there were non-First Nation peoples who sought out elderly teachings and wisdom. I was really excited. What I than noticed was that this elderly man was limping, favoring one of his legs. I had asked him what had happened and he said he didn't know. He had woke up one day and his leg wouldn't work right anymore. Upon talking with him and his wife for about twenty minutes, I really told them that I needed to go and take a "walk." So, the two wished me well and told me that they would pray to Jesus to keep guiding me. I  told them that I was thankful for being able to meet them and that I wouldn't forget them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I than walked up a hill and continued up and around a walkway. This is where I decided it would be far enough away from people to releave my bladder. As I turned to continue my walk, I ran into the elderly white man. He was tired and somewhat out of breath. So, I decided to ask him if he was okay, he eagerly said "yes-and that he would be alright." I than, at that point, decided to tell him a secret....a secret of Gichigaming! I told him how I once was told by an elder named Bill Sutton about his experience with Gichigaming......Lake Superior. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I had related to this elderly man, how one time Bill had to help an old woman of his tribe. I had said that Bill had decided to take some water out of Lake Superior and bring it back to his reservation, Lac Courte Orreiles or LCO. I than had said, that, Bill had taken that water and wiped it all over the old womens entire body. To both Bill and the old Lady's surprise, the old women had gotten better and her pain had eventually disappeared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The elderly man was very thankful and baffled. I than had said, " If you need to use some of that water form our sacred lake, you are more than welcome, just put some tobacco in the water and explain what you are going to use it for." Afterwards, we decided to part paths and go back to our cars. I walked down the path and he went his own way. As I was on my way back to my car, I had stopped a few times and immersed myself in the overwhelming beauty and greatness of the landscape. As I arrived to my car, I happened to look over at the elderly couples car. I than walked over to their car to investigate. To my surprise and my bewilderment, I had noticed the elderly white man had looked way different. His eyes and demeanor had changed. He was sitting in the passenger side of the vehicle and looked at me. He than said" &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you know-young man, I don't know what you did to me up there on the hill, but when I came down that hill, I wanted to run and sprint. All the pain in my legs is gone." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I than, at that point realized how powerful sharing information was. "Whatever you have, whatever you did to me is a blessing-don't ever let anyone take that from you" said the man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I than, told him that he was welcome and that I had hoped that their trip home back to Illinois was safe and smooth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;His wife had said, " God bless you child-you really are an angel and our prayers are always with you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;HMMMM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; I just wonder where they are now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;OGABEK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270876504505301471-6055958657503754449?l=aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/6055958657503754449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6270876504505301471&amp;postID=6055958657503754449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/6055958657503754449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/6055958657503754449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/2009/02/where-are-all-first-nation-elders.html' title='Where are all the First Nation elders??'/><author><name>Jason lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879951207029009385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/R9RiM5SROLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bT740J2_VMc/S220/Pow-wow_2008%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SZEB6jqqKGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/yPyXbixVzoM/s72-c/elder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270876504505301471.post-1966760969556769673</id><published>2009-02-03T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T20:21:29.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Canada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SYkLNTWzolI/AAAAAAAAAFA/pPYVdpp2pP0/s1600-h/flagbig.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 188px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SYkLNTWzolI/AAAAAAAAAFA/pPYVdpp2pP0/s320/flagbig.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298778759740236370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;I have recently visited  CANADA and it was another great experience. I know I stated some time ago that I wasn't going to "allow" the border patrol to see my birth certificate. Boy, was I in the wrong. I guess I told a white lie. For that, i apologize and come clean.&lt;br /&gt;I was asked to help my adopted relative conduct some training to his new staff. 99.99 % in attendance were all Canadian citizens, except me of course. So, if I count as a mere .1%, I will take that in positive stride and health. It has been like ten years since I have been to the "other" side. I am not referring to heaven or the Spirit world, but Canada. Canada has not changed much, except the fact, that, I was returning there to do some work. I was very overwhelmed and ecstatic.&lt;br /&gt;When I was on my way to Canada, I could not help but think of what the word "Canada" meant to Anishinabeg peoples in the states, both in the past and the present.&lt;br /&gt;For the most part, most Anishinabeg who have been raised on the state side see Canada as a haven of Spiritual knowledge and a starting point for spirituality. I must admit, about ten years ago, I thought something magical was going to happen to me when living and visiting Canada. But, to my disappointment and amazement, I had witnessed first hand, the devestating and sophisticated effects of western principals and how these attitudes disrupted the whole network of Aboriginal peoples around the area. This included, the newborns and how they were being raised to the elders and how they were divided into their own reserves.. I had this image, that Canada was a Spiritual place to live and that I was going to be a "better" and "wiser" person, because I was going to live in Canada. Yes, I became wiser, wiser in the sense that I lived through a phi sod of stereotypes and demeanor's. I guess, at the time I didn't fully comprehend the big deal of transporting gifts, goods and my personal belongings into another country. Yes, I have travelled to other countries, but getting into a bordering country is one thing. Coming back and entering is another experience and horror.&lt;br /&gt;FEAR. That is what is instilled in the US-Canada border. Both, Canadian and US Authorities blanket you with numerous trick questions, when entering and exiting either country. There job is to keep the borders safe from illegal elements.&lt;br /&gt;Upon me and Mikes(my adpoted relative) arrival to the Canadian border, I could not help but feel insecure, slightly nervous, excited and scared. Feeling your own feelings is a great experience. However, feeling and picking up on vibes that most peoples of the worlds do not always understand and comprehend is TOTALLY NONSENSE AND DEMEANING. What I mean is that, the feelings of being scared, nervous and all that is related to those feelings, was the  magical vibes that Authorities make their livings on. Authorities count on these "vibes" to keep you on your toes, guessing and  these feelings keep you out of thier country, if they suspect, that, you are a hostile or a rogue.&lt;br /&gt;And, this is one of many feelings that I had re-visited. I had this overwhelming feeling that I was guilty. Guilty of who I was travelling with, guilty for being dressed the way that I was and guilty for being myself and for telling the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO BE CONTINUED&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270876504505301471-1966760969556769673?l=aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/1966760969556769673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6270876504505301471&amp;postID=1966760969556769673' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/1966760969556769673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/1966760969556769673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/2009/02/canada.html' title='Canada'/><author><name>Jason lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879951207029009385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/R9RiM5SROLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bT740J2_VMc/S220/Pow-wow_2008%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SYkLNTWzolI/AAAAAAAAAFA/pPYVdpp2pP0/s72-c/flagbig.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270876504505301471.post-1117286066946865117</id><published>2009-01-20T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T21:11:45.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 500 Mile Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SXastsWFU7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/qQd1_KxbKQQ/s1600-h/cat%2520eagle.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293608313018471346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SXastsWFU7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/qQd1_KxbKQQ/s320/cat%2520eagle.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I, and half of my family, just recently returned from a winter Drum ceremony. For those of you reading or dare to read, it is a ceremony where people come to dance, replenish their sacred energies and YES, play video games. Most of these people who played the games and continually had to text were adolescents, know it all adults and elders who do not have the courage to lead the people. While seated at the drum, I had noticed that half of the attendees were engaged in something artificial and unintelligent. After visiting with my wife, she had made the clear point..." that people, today, do not know how to just be." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;With that fuel and wisdom, I have a more defined outlook on my Aboriginal peoples who attend ceremonies. This quote goes beyond the educational/academia persona that defines these peoples lives. It is there culture away form the true-Aboriginal culture. Do I blame these people for the way they are? Hell-Yes. They are all wrong and I am 100% right. Not because I have attended college or that I have a full time job. It is right because true healing and leadership consists of 100% participation and dedication. A person cannot expect healing from a ceremony and to be relieved of the stresses of life, if they are playing a video game, texting or engaging in discussion that pertains to wants and desires in life. So- with this in mind, I say to those few out there: I have had visions of some of you Anishinabeg who are  now sell outs ,over a decade ago. I have seen some of your paths. I did not ask to see any of your paths or lives, I was just chosen to. I seen sacred energies in the form of great Eagles come to you with feathers from their bodies. But-again, some of you chose not to except the energy gifts from the Eagles or other sacred animal energies that exist. At the time, I was wondering what I was being shown. I did not understand. I wanted much to- act as if i did not see anything. But, now- 10 to thirteen years later, I UNDERSTAND SOME OF WHY SOME OF YOU ANISHINABEG CAN NOT JUST BE-YOU HAVE TO BE CONNECTED TO SOMETHING GREATER THAN YOURSELVES. IF YOU DO NOT FEEL CONTENT AT A CEREMONY, YOU WILL NEVER FEEL 100% CONTENT. YOU MAY THINK THAT YOU ARE CONTENT, BUT TIME HAS TOLD ON YOU AND THE SPIRITUAL ENERGIES THAT HAVE BEEN ON OUR EARTH FOR MILLENNIA-HAVE TOLD ON YOU!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;But, who am I? I am but another crab in the bucket. I am the crab that is going to push your ass over the edge to Spiritual freedom, while I sit and listen to all the other Crabs. I, on the other hand will continue to be content with all the other crabs, while some of you who I have helped and given my life for-will crawl away from the bucket, hoping to get a better life in the white world. But, Are you really getting it better or are you just getting more material THANGS out of life?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Jay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270876504505301471-1117286066946865117?l=aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/1117286066946865117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6270876504505301471&amp;postID=1117286066946865117' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/1117286066946865117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/1117286066946865117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/2009/01/500-mile-trip.html' title='The 500 Mile Trip'/><author><name>Jason lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879951207029009385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/R9RiM5SROLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bT740J2_VMc/S220/Pow-wow_2008%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SXastsWFU7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/qQd1_KxbKQQ/s72-c/cat%2520eagle.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270876504505301471.post-3099885802480378705</id><published>2009-01-14T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T19:46:54.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elders</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SW6xfJR6e3I/AAAAAAAAAEo/fqmqBDmLy9M/s1600-h/Bearhanging.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291361760832027506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SW6xfJR6e3I/AAAAAAAAAEo/fqmqBDmLy9M/s320/Bearhanging.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I have recently been exposed to many trials in life the past few months. Some of these include; no heat, teenagers in the Judaical system, self acclaimed medicine men, Elders who are in the very needy process and numerous other life enhancing experiences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Elders of any society have gone un-noticed, not considered equal and driven to the point of feeling hopelessness and dis pair. Dis pair, to the fact , that, these elders, who ever they are, should be heard and taken care of much more than they really are. For instance, I know of three elderly Ojibwa men who in all, are experiencing first hand, the devastation of the economy and their life's savings. All three men, directly benefit from their casino's -the Grand casino Millelacs and the Grand casino Hinckley. These men all receive "per-ca pita" payments from the casinos, but this in turn, is pennies to the dollar. They need more. They need more human support and people who will listen to their struggles and stories. One of these men, is a chronic alcoholic. One of them is a retired military personal and the other elderly man has lost the use of both of his legs. However, he gets around better than some able bodied two leggeds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I , recently had the opportunity to bring him(the one in the wheelchair) home, a home that had no heat, due to the ill discrepancies in his tribal referral system. Upon arriving at his home, I had to fetch his wheel chair out from the back of my SUV. For of those people who do not live in the northern central part of the united states, the weather was a cool minus 23 degrees below zero. When I finally got him into his house, both of us were relieved. I was glad to have been part of the process. In Anishinabeg customs, we are taught to take care of our old people, even if that means, having to put ones personal stuff to the side. I have always lived by this teaching, because one day, I hope to be old and the teaching will come full circle and benefit me when I am old. However, when I entered his house, I could not believe the fact that none of his grown children had anything prepared for their relative to eat. So, what did this elder decide to do? He grabbed a handful of potato chips and ate them as they were a full course meal. He than asked me if i wanted some cake. Because I cannot refuse an elder, I decided to have a piece of his cake. It was a chocolate mousse cake, sprinkled with chocolate candies. Now, as a person who is designed to care, I asked this elder if he had any Wild Rice. Because, most wild rice is natural and does not contain any preservatives, I tried to get this elder to think of what he was eating. He finally told me that he had wild rice and that is as far as the conversation went. But I could not help to imagine how long it would be-before his eating habits would catch up to his health. It was a thought that was unbearable. So, I hinted to him that I could cook some wild rice and he declined my offer and ate his chocolate mousse. At this time, I decided to visit with his great-grand child and his daughter, who also, was the babies grandmother. I asked how old the baby was and the grandmother said " just over a year." As I turned to leave, I confirmed in the Anishinabeg language that I would see him again. I than, left for my aunts house. What I could not believe is the fact, that, their is a million dollar casino right next door to this elders home and he is without propane for his furnace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;As I entered my aunts house, I told her son and niece my experience with the particular elder. They, the niece and son, decided to call the higher ups in the tribe to see what could be done for this elder. Upon a few phone calls, they were left with more questions and concerns about ALL of the elders of the tribe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Earlier in the day, I had given my cousin(the niece-to my aunt) a ride to her house to drop off a few things. What she had related to me first hand-was pathetic and pitiful. She had begun to tell me of this elder she was living with and taking care of. She had said that this elder could not use the health services called Circle of Life. Circle of life is a health care program for the band members of any particular tribe in the United States. She had said, that this elder had to pay for a nurse out of his own pocket. Mind you, that this elderly man is a retired from the military and gets a pension every month. She had also said, that the Circle of Life funds were all tapped out and that was one of the reasons this elder had to foot his own costs. Plus, he used up his last Circle of life funds to purchase a hearing aid, in which the local clinic had lost. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;What I wonder is this; How long will it be before this elder passes on because he is sick and tired of living on this earth? There is much more to his story, like the fact that he has a college graduate living with him that is so worried about his own career, that he can not even fathom the thought of taking care of an elder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;The third elder is in dire straights and in need of some serious health care and services. He has a relative that lives with him who is known to use Meth and a few other drugs. This elder has been intoxicated on alcohol for the past few weeks. He has a brand new elder home-a home that is showing signs of unhealthiness, poor living arrangements and a party house. My aunt had told me, that this elder does not know if he is coming or going. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;To Be Continued.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Jay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270876504505301471-3099885802480378705?l=aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/3099885802480378705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6270876504505301471&amp;postID=3099885802480378705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/3099885802480378705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/3099885802480378705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/2009/01/elders.html' title='Elders'/><author><name>Jason lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879951207029009385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/R9RiM5SROLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bT740J2_VMc/S220/Pow-wow_2008%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SW6xfJR6e3I/AAAAAAAAAEo/fqmqBDmLy9M/s72-c/Bearhanging.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270876504505301471.post-3980954422551724002</id><published>2009-01-09T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T09:08:03.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A time for a shout out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SWeEb-yUZaI/AAAAAAAAAEg/110oVsX-b4E/s1600-h/15_19_1---Tree--Sunrise--Northumberland_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289341903615321506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SWeEb-yUZaI/AAAAAAAAAEg/110oVsX-b4E/s320/15_19_1---Tree--Sunrise--Northumberland_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I want to take this time to give a shout out to the Minnesota Indian Women's Resource Centre in Minneapolis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;CHI-MEGWETCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;On a quick note, when i was finishing my Alcohol and drug training, our classes had the opportunity to attend and visit the resource centre. Talk about amazement and excitement and DETERMINATION. This place makes you feel as if you never want to leave. I wanted to become immersed and absorbed into the workforce. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;For those of you that might know me, Minneapolis is where I lived for the first 19 years of my life. I know the city life and what it can bring to Aboriginal peoples. It can be very warm and it can be very violent. Luckily for me, I did not stay to involved with the violent part of my life. Aboriginal people are funny and always want to relate with something, even if that means, that they sell there self's out for a day or two. At lest they can say they related to a certain experience or something. What I mean is that, when our class had the chance to visit the centre, i noticed all the Aboriginals that were raised on the RES. tried to become URBAN in their being. It was embarrassing to witness, but I just bit my tongue and acted as if I didn't see a thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;For the sake of time, I will write more on this subject later. But, for now, the resource centre moved and educated me in a way that drive me to be a better person. It was hard to here some of the tragedy's that face our Urban populations. So, my Native Sisters busting there asses down in the hood; Keep the faith strong and keep the haters running a long..................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Jay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270876504505301471-3980954422551724002?l=aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/3980954422551724002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6270876504505301471&amp;postID=3980954422551724002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/3980954422551724002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/3980954422551724002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/2009/01/time-for-shout-out.html' title='A time for a shout out.'/><author><name>Jason lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879951207029009385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/R9RiM5SROLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bT740J2_VMc/S220/Pow-wow_2008%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SWeEb-yUZaI/AAAAAAAAAEg/110oVsX-b4E/s72-c/15_19_1---Tree--Sunrise--Northumberland_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270876504505301471.post-6655265901096277786</id><published>2009-01-06T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T21:34:01.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Always a time for change, Part One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SWQ3CUAsYkI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XJx7GTdod-k/s1600-h/machie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288412375310688834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SWQ3CUAsYkI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XJx7GTdod-k/s320/machie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Happy new year to all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;With the delight of a new African President and change, I sit and ponder the fact of how many people in the world have the self discipline to bring Spiritual change. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;For insistence, over my X-mas break I had to make a stand-for the betterment of my immediate family and to show my opposition to people who behave very unhealthy. The last article I posted, I entitled it " to hell with them and maybe you." I have been noted as being another crab in the bucket, trying to keep people down. I say to the people of the world and micro communities; to know me is to love me and to know me is to understand me. People, for the most part in the world are under lock and key and can not think outside their cell phones, I-pods and computers, not to forget the vast arsenal of video games and entertainment complexities. I work for a tribal school in Central Minnesota. One of the key things I stress to adults and youth is the fact that WE are all addicted to some type of technology. This is sad and we as a people have been in a sad state of affairs for quite some time. When I relate information to the seriousness of our addiction as communities, very few youth and adults are quick to take offense and say I am crazy and jealous. They say this because I CHOOSE not to allow technology to destroy my natural being, mentality and god given outlook of the world especially my First Nation Peoples of the world. I choose to not carry a cell phone, except to the point, where it might be needed in a serious life predicament. I drive a a few cars that are known as "INDIAN" rides. They are both over ten years of age and are looked upon by most peoples as "shitty" "embarrassing and ugly."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A great thing about driving an older car  is the fact that, they are very easy to repair and I can maintain most of the parts and gadgets under the hood. If you ask any mechanic in the world they will gladly tell you that the older cars of America are much easier to work on and do not have (brains) computers, that control every part of the car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Do I allow people of the greater populations to have me intuitively absorb and  dictate what  car I choose to drive, what I choose to wear and how I physically appear to them? No! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Now, what happens when I am driving down the road and my car decides it needs to take a break and foul out. Do I say " you fucking piece of shit car-you suck." Once again I say no. I am not an angry person who can turn on my own self judgement in a matter of a few seconds, just because my car broke down. But than, I allow my Spiritual self  to become more keen and my higher intuition and authentic tribal voice follow next, all as one entity and I than tell myself and others( if they are with me) not to worry, things will be great and grand. ( This is where my human side tells me- you should be driving a new car )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Look at all the people around you. People of the world have become machines and can not live with out their daily amount of texts and cell phone calls. It really bothers me to see an Aboriginal adult or  youth to be mezmerized by the cell phone industry,  to the point that they cannot even begin to socialize who they are in the world. To admit their addiction to this technology is befuttal and laughed off. And yet, I still am looked upon as a crab in the bucket, because I choose to be smart and not allow my human-addictive behaviors get the best of me. Now, tell me, who are the crabs in the bucket?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Now, when it comes to the world of Spiritual knowledge and behaviors-It takes a rare person to be dedicated to their culture and have compassion for their people, who in essence, have chosen to become the machines---waiting for their next upload of disinformation, programming and subliminal voice. Like a computer program that has taken the machines by storm, there will exist a few individuals who choose not to go under transformation and uploading from the evils that be. The people that have chosen to be free and remain authentic in their natural ways, will be the individuals who will prevail when the economy spirals downward into the abyss. When this happens, the machines will be wondering what the hell is going on with their programming. They will be so devastated and isolated from the machine functions and controls, that they will soon decide to self implode, take their own lives and become the killer crabs of the world; bringing down everything in their sight. They will want answers and vindication. They will stop at nothing to get answers and the next fix of information. Information and functions have been their whole center of the universe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So, do I say that I am a jealous, crab in the bucket type of person. No! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To be continued.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270876504505301471-6655265901096277786?l=aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/6655265901096277786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6270876504505301471&amp;postID=6655265901096277786' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/6655265901096277786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/6655265901096277786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/2009/01/always-time-for-change-part-one.html' title='Always a time for change, Part One'/><author><name>Jason lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879951207029009385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/R9RiM5SROLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bT740J2_VMc/S220/Pow-wow_2008%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SWQ3CUAsYkI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XJx7GTdod-k/s72-c/machie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270876504505301471.post-7526778947225605086</id><published>2008-12-23T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T11:21:47.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To hell with them and maybe you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SVEtm8SeKhI/AAAAAAAAAEI/6Jp4tkLJWgk/s1600-h/Bearhanging.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283053984924183058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SVEtm8SeKhI/AAAAAAAAAEI/6Jp4tkLJWgk/s320/Bearhanging.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;There is alot of things that I have recently been exposed to, even your grandma......JK. But, really, I have been exposed to some elements in life that would make the average white-suburbia-attituded person drop to their knees. And as they were on their knees, thinking hopelessly and negatively about life, they would happened to come to the conclusions: THAT,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;WHITE AMERICA AND IT'S INHABITANTS -DO NOT GIVE A DAMN ABOUT YOU AND YOUR PROBLEMS. SO YOU CAN BE AS SPIRITUAL AS YOU MIGHT THINK YOU ARE, BUT THE MASSES OF SOCIETY-(ABORIGINALS INCLUDED) ARE REARED, DEDICATED AND CONTINUE TO FULFILL WHITE AMERICAS DREAM AND DEMISES. SO, AS YOU LAY THERE ON ALL FOURS, I, A PERSON OF THE MIDEWIWIN FAITH, WILL COME OVER AND OFFER YOU SOME HELP. AS I HELP YOU UP, I THAN WILL TURN ON YOU. I WILL SPIT IN YOUR FACE, TELL YOU THAT YOUR MOTHER IS A WHORE AND YOU DON'T EQUAL ME BECAUSE YOU ARE A PATHETIC LOSER WHO WILL NEVER MAKE IT IN LIFE THE WAY I DID. LUCKILY FOR YOU, MY SALIVA DOES NOT HAVE PARTICLES OF GREEN PHLEGM, BUT DOES CONTAIN TRACES OF BLOOD. I DO NOT HAVE THE CAPACITY TO FEEL FOR YOU. I AM A MACHINE-- DRIVEN BY WHITE AMERICAS GREED, CONSUMPTION AND THIRST FOR CREDIT. I AM PROGRAMMED TO HATE YOU BECAUSE YOU ARE A REAL PERSON WITH NO BOUNDARIES HOLDING YOU BACK, I HATE YOU FOR WHAT YOU ARE, EVEN IF IT IS ABOUT THE MIDEWIWIN FAITH. MIDEWIWN DOES NOT PAY MY BILLS OR GIVE ME SATISFACTION WHEN I AM CALLING YOU A TWO FACED BITCH. MIDEWIWIN DOES NOTHING FOR ME, BUT TAKE AWAY MY AILING ELEMENTS THAT KEPT ME FROM BEING A WHOLE PERSON. NOW THAT IS BENEATH ME, YOU ARE MY VICTIM. I SEE YOU IN PAIN, AND IT GIVES ME PLEASURE TO TELL EVERYONE THAT YOU ARE SUFFERING, THAT YOU ARE WEAKER THAN ME AND MY FAMILY. I WILL SUPPORT YOU AND HELP YOU. BUT FIRST, LET ME PUSH YOUR FACE INTO THE MUD AND SMASH YOUR FACE UP A LITTLE BIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So, yeah. I just recently had a close family member visit the town jail they live in. They had to stay for more than they bargained for. The funny thing bout it, is I can feel their pain and relate with them to feeling sorry for Native peoples. What I mean is that, when my relative was down, none of the so called family wanted anything to do with my relative. When my relative asked for some basic help, everyone turned their back or hung up their phones on him. Granted, my family member has issues and problems and some of these things had pissed the family off, who cares. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;People who claim that they are Spiritual and healthy are liars. You cannot have both. Spirituality is a path. It is what gets you by when are sick, having problems and trying to find yourself. An authentic-spiritual being has less in life. A true Spiritual Anishinabeg does not have many possessions, they are who they are, they do not allow people to judge them by what they have or what they want people to think what they have. True Anishinabeg do not have their parents their to fiance their losses of equity, bonds and cash when they are in the red. A True Anishinabeg does not have "per-cap" to get them by. This is a sellout. Don' get me wrong, I would love some extra cash, but my limit with material and cash is for the betterment of my Spiritual-Genetical makeup. Many Anishinabeg forget the teachings concerned with the vast array of Chiefs. A chief was not a chief because of all of the physical items he hoarded and kept to himself.No! He was a chief because of everything he gave a way. Honer and respect was a huge milestone in life, not everyone had it, and if you did, it was viewed as intimidating and god-like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Now, moving up to speed within the 21st century. Things like the internet, wii's, mp3's and the vast amounts of technological gadgets that hit the market have replaced the old teachings and philosophies of life. The origianl teachings still exist but with only rare, few people in all cultures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I said once before that elders were the police of the communitys. Now, what happend to these old people when it comes to vast communitys, such as citys and suburbs. Most likely, the old people were left, unattended and looked upon as if they were an old rug. If the community was much more micro, than the elders had a chance to survive and prosper. They had a purpose and they knew this. People would listen to them, but even than, the old elders would pass on CERTAIN knowledge, not all knowledge. Some life knowledge does not mean wisdom, it could mean foolishness, mischief and evil. Old elders who lived next to the Earth knew this. That is why they would safegaurd thier unique-Spiritual knowledge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Even these type of elders were desecrated and taked advantage of some self acclaimed guru, who wanted to be a shaman or Midewiwin priest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Now getting back to my relative and looking back at all the whack ass Midewe people. These people I am referring to need compliance and need to be told by White FOXY AND foxy ON A DAILY BASIS WHAT OR HOW THEY NEED TO LIVE THEIR LIVES. These people are my so called family, but at this point in life, I do not give a damn. They need Spiritual knowledge and wisdom before I take them back as family members. They can continue to follow the College-Midewiwin teachings of Foxy,Whitefoxy, the Brooklyn Dodger and the Balsam lake Duo. Midewin is a faith, it is not a Faith that can be decided at will, when you will help your Mide relative. It has never in it's history taught you to shit on your mide relative or turn your cheek the other way and act as if you don't see anything. True Midewe people are always their for one another, true thick and thin. You, all of you have continued to show your true colors. You can have your Midewiwin and it's teachings, because you all have continued to disappoint me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But, on a more positive note, I can't change anyone or anything. Outside, their is a foot, if not more of snow. The snow, just like our mother Earth, forgives and forgives, everyday of the year. Do I Forgive at this moment, NO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Am I angry, NOPE! Very disappointed and motivated to kick some ass in a positive type of way. If I see you and you are a compliant person the Economy has Frankensteined, you will hear my oppinions and my take on your Spiritual being. If I do not know you, i say Welcome to Anishinabe wa'King. Welcome to this place they call America------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ABORIGINALFIRSTAMERICA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270876504505301471-7526778947225605086?l=aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/7526778947225605086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6270876504505301471&amp;postID=7526778947225605086' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/7526778947225605086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/7526778947225605086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-hell-with-them-and-maybe-you.html' title='To hell with them and maybe you!'/><author><name>Jason lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879951207029009385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/R9RiM5SROLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bT740J2_VMc/S220/Pow-wow_2008%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SVEtm8SeKhI/AAAAAAAAAEI/6Jp4tkLJWgk/s72-c/Bearhanging.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270876504505301471.post-4606920713104088576</id><published>2008-12-12T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T07:48:18.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A fine element.......human beings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SUJ6uvZ1brI/AAAAAAAAAEA/4_X5LyvKygc/s1600-h/Navajo+Rockwell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278916656649039538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SUJ6uvZ1brI/AAAAAAAAAEA/4_X5LyvKygc/s320/Navajo+Rockwell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have wanted a post an article or two, however the lack of time and life's unnecessary crap just keep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;obstacalizing&lt;/span&gt; me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, I am currently following a few blogs. I was surfing other blogs and i found a few that might be interesting. However, one of the blogs owners, already has some beef. What can you do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the past few months, i blogged about the arsenic water in the community where i live. I talked about and put some hypothetical ideas out there. Most of the ideas, were with regards to the empowerment of first nation elders. Upon further questions and research digging( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;asked&lt;/span&gt; farmers, community members,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;etc&lt;/span&gt;.) i was amazed to find out that arsenic was a huge byproduct of the farming industry. It makes me wonder how much of the chemical trails have entered into our bloodstreams as humans, not to forget the animals and insect worlds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When first found this pic. i started to remember a video I had watched. To the life of me I cannot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; the videos title. What i do recall is dialogue around the Black Mesa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Verde&lt;/span&gt;. The video was a documentary type of video. It was a partial interview with a late medicine man. His name was Thomas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Banyacka&lt;/span&gt;. I had a chance in my life to meet this fine man. I met him at the parliament of world religions, it was hosted in Chicago, Illinois. What I remember about this elderly man was the material wrapped around his head and how soft spoken he was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In this documentary, I remember him talking of all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;American&lt;/span&gt; corporations that stripped Black Mesa. It was no different with us Northern Natives, with our copper and iron ore mines. I recently have come across some materials with references in regards to corporations enacting international laws to eventually own all of the American great lakes.  To be Continued........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270876504505301471-4606920713104088576?l=aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/4606920713104088576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6270876504505301471&amp;postID=4606920713104088576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/4606920713104088576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/4606920713104088576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/2008/12/fine-elementhuman-beings.html' title='A fine element.......human beings'/><author><name>Jason lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879951207029009385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/R9RiM5SROLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bT740J2_VMc/S220/Pow-wow_2008%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SUJ6uvZ1brI/AAAAAAAAAEA/4_X5LyvKygc/s72-c/Navajo+Rockwell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270876504505301471.post-2705236784447444213</id><published>2008-11-13T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:57:55.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barack, An Obama Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SRyherWedcI/AAAAAAAAADI/0UDP6TP09Iw/s1600-h/refugeesunite_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268263212521780674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SRyherWedcI/AAAAAAAAADI/0UDP6TP09Iw/s320/refugeesunite_7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is nice to know we as the country of the USA have or should I say will have a  new President. I continue to hear how Obama is inheriting many, well documented deficits and financial incompetence's along with having to surround himself with a new administration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now as an Aboriginal person first, I will do my part to first acknowledge that, I will hope the best for our new soon to be President and PRAY for our new president. Have I done this in the past? No. Because to me it was never even conceived in my mind to pray for a being that is so.......way out there, that it never really mattered. Now, as I become older and much more concerned for peoples well being, I will pray and hope that Barack, Michelle and the rest of the family are not infiltrated with ill-mean-greedy spirited people. Who would like to see the demise of our new elected President.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aboriginal peoples across turtle Island have yet to celebrate our new President elect. We have occupied this country from day one. And yet, we our still yet to be fully recognized and taken seriously from the state all the way to the national levels of government. We definitely, as traditional people know that the governments that are governing our people have not worked and will never continue to work for the betterment of the individual nations. One thing I have noticed about our new president elect is the fact that, if in fact, there is going to be a change, than he will have to surround his cabinet with older, wise people, people who might not have an educational background, but know a lot about history and local economies. These people I am referring to need to be people people, not systems people. We have been lead to believe that systems and the systems that have continued to be are always the right answer for the nation as a whole. This, I hope Obama will meditate on and " get his vision-on the hill." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think when it comes to the restructuring of our tribal governments, Obama will not only consult the original inhabitants of turtle island, but that he will take the time out to fast and seek his answers not only for the original inhabitants but the rest of the elderly and the nation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can the country survive with the "regular" form of government? Probably not! It has to be restructured and re looked at from the beginning of it's source; the education system. This system has changed so dramatically in the past 200 years, that we as a nation have been brainwashed into thinking that every part of "education" is good. I tend to disagree. It is too damaging and has too many parallels to the military form of education. The rule, " do as I say-or you will be put in your place and made a fool." This whole attitude and ideal has to be acknowledged and looked upon very seriously. If most people do not know the past, not only will they live their lives with false ideals and philosophies, they will continue to not understand why they are living in a country that only benefits the "educated and well to do"(A direct link)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To Be Continued...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270876504505301471-2705236784447444213?l=aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/2705236784447444213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6270876504505301471&amp;postID=2705236784447444213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/2705236784447444213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/2705236784447444213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/2008/11/barack-obama-part-2.html' title='Barack, An Obama Part 2'/><author><name>Jason lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879951207029009385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/R9RiM5SROLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bT740J2_VMc/S220/Pow-wow_2008%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SRyherWedcI/AAAAAAAAADI/0UDP6TP09Iw/s72-c/refugeesunite_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270876504505301471.post-6978566118498327340</id><published>2008-11-06T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T12:13:50.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our new President-My Momma, Osama and Obama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SRMZC6i3M7I/AAAAAAAAADA/ECWirWOWAng/s1600-h/PICT0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265579927192155058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SRMZC6i3M7I/AAAAAAAAADA/ECWirWOWAng/s320/PICT0011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am overwhelmed that we have a black president. Overwhelmed in the fact, that not only is Barack the first black president and has brought a record number of people to the poles. I am overwhelmed because maybe, just maybe their might be a minute amount of honesty in the country. Why else would there be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;a Black&lt;/span&gt; president? I have heard the main stream press talk about what Barack is inheriting in his new-soon to be position. The one thing that people tend to forget is Barack is also inheriting the new powers that come with being the PRESIDENT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Much legislation has been set like a snowball to get ready to shove down the hill. Do you think Barack is going to end both wars? Some of the legislation I am referring to is the patriot acts, both one and two. The Posse &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Commatatis&lt;/span&gt; act and how the president has new-god like powers. Is Mr. Obama going to prosecute the corporations and banks that our leaving us with the 700 billion bail out?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How about the infrastructure in Baghdad , Kuwait and other numerous city's that our still being rebuilt in the name of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Haliburton&lt;/span&gt;, Kellogg and brown. How about the black hawk armies that are located within Turtle Island? What, oh what is Barack going to do with all his inherit rights?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the guys and gals who have racial differences and issues with Barack, I say, do some soul searching and find where your true bloodline originates from. How about trying to be a person of color for a day or maybe try experience some of the things people of color witness everyday in this country. Imagine having or knowing that their have been hidden forces that be, that rule, judge and limit you from being "equal" in this country. Also imagine that, not only are you experiencing this phenomena but that, these forces that have been, have affected your Great-Great-Grand Relatives right up to your own children. Can you or would you even begin to digest these historical " norms" that have been the principals of foundation for this country since it's origin?&lt;br /&gt;Now, imagine after centuries of persecution, injustices and imbalances that you might, just might not have to experience these things in the severity that they have always been presented. Maybe, with the new President elect, their is a HOPE of change and goddammit, it's time to make the ends meet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am overwhelmed. I am happy and I am glad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;to know&lt;/span&gt; that we have a Black President-elect. Instead of the white house, maybe he can start calling it the black house ( from the Rap group Public Enemy ). Now our currency can get some color back into it. How about if Barack doles out a new 5 dollar bill with a picture of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Malcolm&lt;/span&gt; X and in the back ground a house on fire. We could have both Black and Aboriginal leaders on all the currency, with pictures and symbols that tend to show the past and where the past has lead the people of color when it comes to the U.S.A.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, sadly what about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Osama&lt;/span&gt;? We are currently occupying his country for what? For the control of all that nice Opium. Is that why our troops are really in Afghanistan? Is the new President keep everything under the carpet or is he going to expose the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lie rs&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;thieves&lt;/span&gt; and financial thugs of this country?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be CONT.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270876504505301471-6978566118498327340?l=aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/6978566118498327340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6270876504505301471&amp;postID=6978566118498327340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/6978566118498327340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/6978566118498327340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/2008/11/our-new-president-my-momma-osama-and.html' title='Our new President-My Momma, Osama and Obama'/><author><name>Jason lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879951207029009385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/R9RiM5SROLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bT740J2_VMc/S220/Pow-wow_2008%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SRMZC6i3M7I/AAAAAAAAADA/ECWirWOWAng/s72-c/PICT0011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270876504505301471.post-8077668105015727313</id><published>2008-10-29T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T08:09:03.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change a tire- today Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SQh62ldRDoI/AAAAAAAAACo/1-DqBnsAiUY/s1600-h/bike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262591242768813698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SQh62ldRDoI/AAAAAAAAACo/1-DqBnsAiUY/s320/bike.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Have you ever had the chance to change a tire? Remember the time when you were a kid and your bike tire had some type of element lodged in the rubber? If you were like me, the natural tribal voice, would guide you to fix the tire yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;My most early times of changing a tire, I can recall, that I needed tools and I needed parts. But, the first few times, i would just put more air in the tire and ride the bike until I needed more air. Finally, one day me and my best friend Jordan started to hunt around in our parents toolboxes and start our inventory of tools. That way, the next time either one of us got a flat, we would have tools and eventually materials needed in order to fix our tires.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Just recently I had the huge job to change the tires on my mid-sized S.U.V. Now, if I was geared like the mainstream, I would have done the " civilized " thing and brought all three of my tires to a shop and pay for the costs of getting a tire changed. You have to pay for the disposal of the old tires(considered toxic waste), have the tires mounted, get the tires balanced( most of the time-not necessary) and wait for the tires to finished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;It takes quite a lot of energy to produce a tire. From the mixture of the plastics, rubber and mixture of synthetics to the actual forming process-all of this is a mega-carbon emission monster. Something we hardly ever stop to intellectualize upon. Not only does it takes huge amounts of energy to produce one tire, it also takes quite of human motivation, determination and energy to CHANGE TIRES BY YOURSELF. Of course I am referring to the basic philosophy, that we had when we were kids- that we don't need high tech. gear and gadgets to change our tires. All we need is good company, great motivation, patience, poles, screwdrivers, wrenches and whatever makeshift items that will maximize our experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;This past weekend, I decided that procrastination was at an end and that I need to have my tires changed. I than decided to ask my brother in law. He was more than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; to help me. Besides, he has a lot more muscle mass than myself, plus he changes tires by himself most of the time. If you know me and my history with working on cars, you will know than, that I tend to fall right into the worst days to work on a car or any of a cars many parts. on this particular day, it was raining and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;temperature&lt;/span&gt; was a frost 33 degrees. Cold! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The task at hand required to take off the rubber off the two rear rims and replace them with some other plastic-rubber-non-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;environmentally&lt;/span&gt; friendly tires. When the wind tends to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fluctuate&lt;/span&gt; with rain-the motivation to change the tires can be very slow at times.  Not only was it raining, cold and wind, but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; to park the S.U.V on the gravel as opposed to the blacktop. But, I decided that i wasn't going to move the car, BECAUSE this is where it was suppose to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;To be CONT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270876504505301471-8077668105015727313?l=aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/8077668105015727313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6270876504505301471&amp;postID=8077668105015727313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/8077668105015727313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/8077668105015727313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/2008/10/change-tire-today-part-1.html' title='Change a tire- today Part 1'/><author><name>Jason lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879951207029009385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/R9RiM5SROLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bT740J2_VMc/S220/Pow-wow_2008%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SQh62ldRDoI/AAAAAAAAACo/1-DqBnsAiUY/s72-c/bike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270876504505301471.post-5265074764802482122</id><published>2008-10-14T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T15:37:49.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bones,Bones,Bones Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SPUey-LjhuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/KNrYO1mFMUI/s1600-h/08-11-07_2022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SPUey-LjhuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/KNrYO1mFMUI/s320/08-11-07_2022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257142001058678498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Anishinabe-Aking has lost another great elder and holy man; Thomas Stillday.&lt;br /&gt;When i think of this elder, many a thoughts come to mind. But the few thoughts that last, are is when me and Foxy( one of my non-fictitious characters) sat down and tried to "iron" things out to the differences in our opinions. We sat down to discuss things in the month of August of 2007. Our discussion was in the Hotel lobby of the St. Croix Hotel in turtle Lake, Wisconsin. We had discussed many things about the Midewiwin and what he "thought" was important to the community of Round lake and to the ideals and principals of Midewiwin and how i wasn't fit into his grand scheme of Midewiwin. It gets deeper, but what i did get across was my concern to his arrogance and his respect for elders.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, because i do not have fancy letters behind my name(i do not promote them), my thoughts and concerns to him were worthless and unmeaningful. I am okay with this, but i shocked him on many levels of self-being, all of which pointed to him and his Anishinabe lifestyle, attitude, psychological functioning and reasoning.&lt;br /&gt;Out of the many things we threw back and forth towards one another; the thought of Tommy Stillday and Anna Gibbs came up.&lt;br /&gt;I, did not initiate to know either of these elders and i am not saying i know them personally. I do know however what was related to me about Midewiwin and what "Foxy" thought about the future of Midewiwin in the village of Ponemah. When he brought up Midewiwin in the village of Ponemah, my first initial thought was, " what the hell does this have to do with me or my community of Roundlake"?"&lt;br /&gt;Foxy related to me that....basically Ponemah was going to lose it's Midewiwin and that Roundlake was going to flourish; because" hey " we have so many interested young people and so many people interested in the language."&lt;br /&gt;From me to the cyber world, Foxy told me that he didn't see Anna or Tommy living much longer.&lt;br /&gt;Man, when I had heard him relate this, i was floored. How could someone even think of such things and to say such a thing, is not a traditional concept. So, this related to my Spirit and helpers, that, damn-this dude has many things to learn........was i the person to teach him this.................I hardly doubt it, i have no letters attached to my name...........&lt;br /&gt;To be continued&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270876504505301471-5265074764802482122?l=aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/5265074764802482122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6270876504505301471&amp;postID=5265074764802482122' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/5265074764802482122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/5265074764802482122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/2008/10/bonesbonesbones-part-1.html' title='Bones,Bones,Bones Part 1'/><author><name>Jason lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879951207029009385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/R9RiM5SROLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bT740J2_VMc/S220/Pow-wow_2008%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SPUey-LjhuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/KNrYO1mFMUI/s72-c/08-11-07_2022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270876504505301471.post-7261309290219350885</id><published>2008-10-09T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T05:30:09.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aboriginal Youth-Can you blame them? Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SO35MtD5J5I/AAAAAAAAACI/GvSdehHI4Fw/s1600-h/09-06-07_1513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SO35MtD5J5I/AAAAAAAAACI/GvSdehHI4Fw/s320/09-06-07_1513.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255130336860907410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;I am both an advocate and messenger for the youth and the elders. The elders who are presently walking with our youth, I would like to say are the last trail ends of true energies; wisdom, compassion, humility, love and devotion.All the energies that are needed to seek true Anishinabeg bimadiziwin.&lt;br /&gt;The youth that we are blessed with upon the earth are constantly being assaulted with the most sophisticated form of communications westerners have conjured up. What do i mean? Take a look at our life's as Aboriginal people. Do you ever stop to imagine where you are in the mix of the Aboriginal and western-linear worlds? When an unknown elder stops to admire and observe your actions, what will this elder walk away with? When a youth of today walks past you on the street, at a powwow or in the classroom, what type of energy are you going to allow them to see? What energy is a Youth of today going to witness about you and throw back at you, when they do not feel as if you are being "straight" up with them?&lt;br /&gt;As an Aboriginal man of this world, I see many things that our elders have been forced to live with and be "pacified" with. Do we blame our elders for witnessing our babies to leave our homes on a daily basis to go and become one with the educational monster? Do we continue to allow our babies to be poisoned by "immunizations" in which does more harm to them,rather than benefit them? As this child grows, do we shelter them from life's daily assault of lies, betrayals and deceits all which are geared to have them not think of their aboriginal cultures and values? Do we continue to only listen to elders who have found their voices? Do we walk past the elders who have never found their true voices and fail to see them as if they do not exist? I am sometimes guilty of this-  not because I deliberately take this action, but because time and the natural laws of the earth-do not allow me to be on every part of Turtle Island.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had all the answers. I wish that all of our elders and youth of today had the same choices. What if we had our Anishinabeg languages intact and many cultural norms that go hand in hand with the language? Would we continue to allow the linear-western world to possess our beings with inanimate wants, desires and energies?Dangerous energies and wants on many precious levels-that never get the chance of being dealt with, because, oh, hey-wait a minute-I have a call coming on my cell phone or I can't deal with all this crap-I need a mood relaxer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270876504505301471-7261309290219350885?l=aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/7261309290219350885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6270876504505301471&amp;postID=7261309290219350885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/7261309290219350885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/7261309290219350885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/2008/10/aboriginal-youth-can-you-blame-them.html' title='Aboriginal Youth-Can you blame them? Part 1'/><author><name>Jason lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879951207029009385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/R9RiM5SROLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bT740J2_VMc/S220/Pow-wow_2008%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SO35MtD5J5I/AAAAAAAAACI/GvSdehHI4Fw/s72-c/09-06-07_1513.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270876504505301471.post-5752077895494527334</id><published>2008-09-11T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T10:10:23.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The old holy blanket</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SMlQLM_GfWI/AAAAAAAAABw/O2ZCUUQe8KA/s1600-h/white-moose-04_Michigan.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244811394444328290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SMlQLM_GfWI/AAAAAAAAABw/O2ZCUUQe8KA/s320/white-moose-04_Michigan.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I have had the opportunity to receive a real old blanket. It was gifted to me by a good friend from the Chicago area. It is an old trade blanket. His mother paid 1,000 dollars for the blanket at an antique auction show. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I was thinking of having an edge at my Midewiwin ceremony, I mean imagine that, giving away a 100+ year old blanket. But, I don't need an edge,  I have time on my side. Most people will not admit that they all like an advantage, over their enemy's. I however have produced many enemies the past few years. And most of these people who are my enemies, are all members of the Midewiwin. Damn, might as well be a Christan with some of my other Mide' relatives. Because if I make a mistake, or if I choose not to live to the principals of the Midewiwn knowledge, at least I will think that I have Jesus to save me. .............HMMMM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Anyhow, before I received this great gift, I started to wonder about it's authenticity, where it came from, what tribe was involved with it's agreements,etc,etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;As, my friend started to hint around that he was going to gift me the blanket, I couldn't help but wonder about the original owners. However, you see, I am a Mide person with a conscious. Call me what ever you need to , but I think deeply, but before I think, I get the advice from the elders that are left. Geno Bearhart, Gearge Auginaush, Jerry Smith, Arnie Ogema, John Mitchell, Panji Gahbow, Tom Stillday, Reggie Garbow, Charlie roach, Bennie Rodgers, Mobin Merrill, Francis Songetay, ect, etc. Now if you personally phone anyone of these elders, which whom some are from the ST. CROIX RESERVATION, they will tell you how respectful I really am. They will tell you many things about me, and they will tell you how sincere I am to their spiritual legacy's and concerns. I have never used elders, for the personal gain of " looking like a good old guy." I have always kept elders close to me, to yell at me, to correct my thinking and yes, to GET TO KNOW. As I spoke to a few elders about the blanket, they told me to " sell it- to put it up on e-bay." Of course they were all joking, but they told me to follow my heart and do what I needed to do with the blanket. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;So, I shared the blanket with what elders I could and I still couldn't help but wonder......&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;about a presidential medallion. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;My dad has a family member who has one of these coins. It is a Chief-Presidential medallion/coin. I have been wondering where that coin was at, it sure was not with the Chief of the St. croix band. This coin was kept under a secret-kinda oath. Some people decide that when the last hereditary chief passed away, that they needed to posses this coin. Maybe they think that the medallion posses some king of holy power that will be passed on to the next of kin, but we all know, that , spiritual knowledge does not work like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Presidential coins were actually given to certain bands and old Chiefs of many different tribes. In lack of time and space, let's just say for now, that these old Medallion/Coins were given to Chiefs for piece opportunity's and recognition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Now, it seems like- if you are certain type of Midewiwin person and you do not have vast amounts of elders guiding you about your Midewiwin conscious- YOU CAN DO WHAT YOU DAMN WELL PLEASE-BECAUSE HEY-YOU DON'T NEED OTHER USELESS ELDERS TO TELL YOU WHAT TO DO. BESIDES, THIS IS THE 21ST CENTURY AND MIND YOUR OWN DAMN BUSINESS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Point is, I have been gifted something pretty cool. As Geno Bearhart once told me " the Spirits are bringing things to you way before hand-you just have to be patient and figure out why they are bringing you the sacred items."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I think I will go and see that blanket now and hope that their is no small pox within it's warmth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Ogabek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270876504505301471-5752077895494527334?l=aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/5752077895494527334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6270876504505301471&amp;postID=5752077895494527334' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/5752077895494527334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/5752077895494527334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/2008/09/old-holy-blanket.html' title='The old holy blanket'/><author><name>Jason lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879951207029009385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/R9RiM5SROLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bT740J2_VMc/S220/Pow-wow_2008%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SMlQLM_GfWI/AAAAAAAAABw/O2ZCUUQe8KA/s72-c/white-moose-04_Michigan.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270876504505301471.post-4711529907358882256</id><published>2008-09-09T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T15:25:38.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats up with all the Midewijig??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SMb3qDQYP1I/AAAAAAAAABo/yb258X9hMdE/s1600-h/White_Bear_cub.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244151117920091986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SMb3qDQYP1I/AAAAAAAAABo/yb258X9hMdE/s320/White_Bear_cub.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I finally have some good discussion with one of my close relatives. Mad did they ever fill my soul with some important information.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I have stayed away from my community for a lot of legitimate reasons. My community has been ransacked, pillaged and desecrated by people who call themselves Midewijig or of the faith of Midewiwin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I strive for harmony and balance. People who think they know all about Midewiwin or who display this attitude, should not be trusted. When you have a European attitude( do as i say-not as i do-) and you have European blood and you have Indigenous blood, there is already conflict on many levels. Do you satisfy your European blood line and not give a hoot about anyone or do you follow your Anishinabe blood line and love everything and everybody?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;People will always criticize me and what unique styles i bring to the ever sophisticated changing Colosseum. A Colosseum in which many battles will be fought, by me for the poor against the people who have had everything their whole lives. I represent the poor because they are always the majority. Besides who wants to be poor, not one of a European bloodline, Christ, they conquered and manipulated the Aboriginals of the worlds, so they could acquire their taste for brand new BMW'S-Houses, Lexus es, land Acquisition and use their education to snub out the opinions of the poor and "uneducated.""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I see a tremendous amount of opposition to my Anishinabeg people, who call themselves Midewijig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Midewiwin was not for everyone who brought thier tobacco to the old people. There was a lot of policing involved with people in regards to thier mind frame and how this frame of mind was delicate to the " true nature of Midewiwin."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Now, we have white people-100% European people being put through our Midewiwn, this is something i cannot allow to happen. I cannot allow myself to be a part of a prophecy no one gives a damn about. When you are white, and you have pitty for your white blood line, than " hey come into our ceremony--besides no one will oppose us ,We know everything about Midewiwin."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;This is where the masses start to turn on me, because I speak my mind, if there is opposition and this opposition and Elite form of mentality need to be addressed, than i will cfonfron anyone and everyone connected to hte BEAST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Now, if you are going to write a book and you want your book to flourish in all the wordly markets, you better go through the Midewiwin. If you are going to be a professor of some sort and you need to get that extra edge, you better go through Midewiwin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;If you are a White man and or woman, with out health insurance, you need MideWiwin. Because when it is all said and done, everyone is going to talk shit behind your back. Most Midewijig will not be there for you when you confront the beast and it's second, third and fourth heads. They will do what they are geared to do, LOOK THE OTHER WAY AND ACT LIKE THEY DON'T SEE A DAMN THING WRONG. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Everyone wants to be part of the winners club, nobody wants to be labeled a LOSER, FULL OF SHIT, A THIEF, JEALOUS, CRAZY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;If you want to say things to me, come to my community and talk to me face to face. Those who are out there and don't like me, well, we all know who you are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270876504505301471-4711529907358882256?l=aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/4711529907358882256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6270876504505301471&amp;postID=4711529907358882256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/4711529907358882256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/4711529907358882256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/2008/09/whats-up-with-all-midewijig.html' title='Whats up with all the Midewijig??'/><author><name>Jason lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879951207029009385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/R9RiM5SROLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bT740J2_VMc/S220/Pow-wow_2008%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SMb3qDQYP1I/AAAAAAAAABo/yb258X9hMdE/s72-c/White_Bear_cub.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270876504505301471.post-2727508386907642704</id><published>2008-08-27T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T14:30:44.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gary Webb- The man who told the truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;It seems pretty ironic that a path is being created to the likes of Gary Webb...and I see myself walking on this path of ; ambush, disarray, dishonesty and disloyalty, all of them at it's finest, yet most concealable form of " being with the terrorists or against us."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I will write more on that topic later, Check out the website &lt;a href="http://www.dunwalke.com/4_narco_Dollars.html"&gt;www.dunwalke.com/4_narco_Dollars.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;If there is information about people that needs to be addressed, so let it be. Elders who are respected, wise and capable of still seeing the real "truths" will be heard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Jay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270876504505301471-2727508386907642704?l=aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/2727508386907642704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6270876504505301471&amp;postID=2727508386907642704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/2727508386907642704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/2727508386907642704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/2008/08/gary-webb-man-who-told-truth.html' title='Gary Webb- The man who told the truth'/><author><name>Jason lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879951207029009385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/R9RiM5SROLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bT740J2_VMc/S220/Pow-wow_2008%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270876504505301471.post-6925183430406048447</id><published>2008-08-20T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T18:38:27.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NILE=HOME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SKy_E8ZUWWI/AAAAAAAAABI/HARMk7rCLZ8/s1600-h/albino2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236770558377744738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SKy_E8ZUWWI/AAAAAAAAABI/HARMk7rCLZ8/s400/albino2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I once knew this man named nile. He was a first speaker of the Anishinabeg language. He taught me different ways to speak. He also said I was a great passive speaker and that was one of my gifts, to understand tremendous amounts of verbs and not beable to successfully fire these verbs out at will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Well, long story short, Nile was politically and from a career standpoint, assassinated - point blank range. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I have not ever heard from him ever again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Well, It's like this; Nile, had a past. I never knew about his past and well, one day some young person comes out of the woodwork and says he has " dirt" on Nile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Some people caught wind of this information and played with good ole Nile. Nile did not see what was coming at him, he was blackmailed, used until he could not offer anymore and finally was confronted about his past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Good ole Nile fell like a domino. Nile, unlike most people did not recover his stance and disappeared from the mainstream, he was mamed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I tried to warn Nile, but he was to busy with his work and life. I understand now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;The past is the past and yet we can learn from it and we can choose to ignore it. People have chosen to bring up my past, this I can not avoid. However, unlike Nile, I will not go down like a domino, I will choose to prevail and get stronger each new day. I might be full of human defication, but I do not sway from confrontation. When our elders are disrespected, people need to know and rise up against forces that be. I could sit around and think that know one likes me, get all depressed and lie down like Nile. Well, people know me better than that. If there are truths that need to be told, I will be one of many Anishinabeg that will tell these stories. Now in our age of so called technology, we as Anishinabeg can write our experiences, express our ideas, thoughts and self wisdom into a cyber that meshes into one super computer.......A QUANTUM COMPUTER.........................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Many people have dirt on me. Good for them. Unfortunatly, Nile had some real black dirt. There is much more to the story- does anyone have time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270876504505301471-6925183430406048447?l=aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/6925183430406048447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6270876504505301471&amp;postID=6925183430406048447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/6925183430406048447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/6925183430406048447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/2008/08/nilehome.html' title='NILE=HOME'/><author><name>Jason lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879951207029009385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/R9RiM5SROLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bT740J2_VMc/S220/Pow-wow_2008%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SKy_E8ZUWWI/AAAAAAAAABI/HARMk7rCLZ8/s72-c/albino2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270876504505301471.post-4865228939677567555</id><published>2008-08-20T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T17:48:44.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Provocation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SKy6oQdXAvI/AAAAAAAAAA4/kj94exIgCfg/s1600-h/albino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236765667500688114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SKy6oQdXAvI/AAAAAAAAAA4/kj94exIgCfg/s320/albino.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Damn. What have I done? Did I tell some truth that everyone hates to admit? Shit. Well, as long as the attention is on me, why don't I sell some real propoganda.....Does the state of Georgia sound familiar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Anyone who does not talk about the world and it's diverse economies might as well - go buy some Starbucks, listen to CNN and keep role playing midewiwin and continue to suck up to the " good old boys." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Well, if anyone does not think that the great USA, the country that has historically fed the American economy lie after lie, is not involved in the State of Georgias affairs and demise. You need to not read anymore, keep living in your little world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I have met many different people in my life and oddly enough, I have met a man that (says) he use to be a military covert operative. I think he still is active. I act like I cannot read his Soul and actions. However, when I had asked him about what his military experience was, he would not respond and yet, he was serious, firm and told me is his own way " not to go there."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;So, when I had asked him about Russia and it's so called attack on Georgia, he responded " its like you Indians and the government- your people use to stand up and fight for their sovereignty- now they coward at the first sight of confrontation." HMM does this sound familiar---CONFRONTATION??????? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;He went on to also relate first hand that it is never the way you hear it from the mainstream press. He said that Georgia is merely defending it self and it's sovereignty. He went on to say that Georgia was sick of getting pushed around (NO-----who would push their ideal beliefs on a group of sovereign people?) and had to defend themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Anyone getting sick of war? Anyone with me, to defend our communities from forces that impose elite thoughts, beliefs and propoganda?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270876504505301471-4865228939677567555?l=aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/4865228939677567555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6270876504505301471&amp;postID=4865228939677567555' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/4865228939677567555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/4865228939677567555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/2008/08/provocation.html' title='Provocation'/><author><name>Jason lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879951207029009385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/R9RiM5SROLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bT740J2_VMc/S220/Pow-wow_2008%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SKy6oQdXAvI/AAAAAAAAAA4/kj94exIgCfg/s72-c/albino.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270876504505301471.post-934438810299548115</id><published>2008-08-20T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T13:40:58.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wadena-(h)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SKx_tyWaW6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/Lx6jljuMJJQ/s1600-h/Jay%2520on%2520Derby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236700891311659938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SKx_tyWaW6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/Lx6jljuMJJQ/s320/Jay%2520on%2520Derby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Some time ago, my mother asked me to take my given birth name, before my original father had changed it. " Jason lee wadena." Yeah, it sounds good to me and always has. There are many wadena families- from Millelacs to WhiteEarth to Buffalo Bay. On the resevation of Mille Lacs, there was a time when there were 13 brothers and one sister who lived in the Mille Lacs area. For some of you who might not know, a Wadena in Anishinabe language means " captured sioux or Lakota." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eventually, 7 out of the 13 brothers left the Mille Lacs area and left for White Earth. The Wadena's who had inhabited the Buffalo bay area, were about 5 families. I do not know how many members there are left in the Buffalo Bay area. One thing "cool" about the original Wadena, was that he could speak both Anishinabe and Lakota. Imagine having this gift in the time of war? How did he feel towards having Lakota blood and yet, having Anishinabeg family, friends and children. How strong did original Wadena have to be against himself. Wadena could easily sneak to enemy Lakota-Dakota war parties, be spotted and play it off as a captured relative or friend. He than could witness what Anishinabeg Villages and bands were going to be attacked and who would be counted as " coup." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Later on the Great Anishinabeg Chief Wadena, always had his Anishinabeg people in mind. He always wanted the best for his bands and people. Many Anishinabeg, never understood his ideas and concerns for his people. Yet, it never distracted his decisions and personal feelings when it came to making wise decisions and yes, mistakes as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270876504505301471-934438810299548115?l=aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/934438810299548115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6270876504505301471&amp;postID=934438810299548115' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/934438810299548115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/934438810299548115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/2008/08/wadena-h.html' title='Wadena-(h)'/><author><name>Jason lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879951207029009385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/R9RiM5SROLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bT740J2_VMc/S220/Pow-wow_2008%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SKx_tyWaW6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/Lx6jljuMJJQ/s72-c/Jay%2520on%2520Derby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270876504505301471.post-4765796003641540798</id><published>2008-05-27T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T09:10:04.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Foxy and WhiteFoxy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The clock is ticking. In less than a week, my community of Round Lake,Wisconsin which resides in the county of Polk, will once again have it's share of "portable" self-contained, aboriginal junkies. These Junkies, are on the prowl and search for "new blood." These Junkies are vampires and they claim to be Spiritual beings. In all retrospect, they are false prophets. The leader of their school is named Foxy. This being is the worst to man kind. Not only is foxy a half breed, but foxy is neither sly or slick. He will go to the extreme when he does not get his way. Take me for example, him and his white twin (though, they are really not twins) tried to put their modern day post elite school mentality and mannerisms on me. SHIT. It didn't work on me, matter of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;factly&lt;/span&gt;, it just motivated me. However, because I am an advocate for principals that are forgotten and misrepresented and I can see what Foxy and his twin are up to, I had to be sacrificed and so called "ridiculed." Funny thing about Foxy and his white attitude and brother, is that, they miss the genuineness and purity of what I possess and personify. Foxy and White Foxy represent the educated, feeble and complacent individuals. Foxy and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;White foxy&lt;/span&gt; have gone to post elite schools. Some of the ideas and principals they have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;brought en&lt;/span&gt; back from these institutes is 1) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Complacency&lt;/span&gt;- They will fight and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mame&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; own kind( but they are half breeds half white-half Aboriginal) but, when it comes to Aboriginal struggles and activism, you will not see Foxy or White Foxy stand up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;against&lt;/span&gt; the Government,Corporations or anything that is Euro-centric related, because they would be "dishonoring" the main piece of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; being. Plus, if they really used &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; tools that they were given, they would "fear" losing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; jobs. Now tell me, who are the cowards and backstabbers??? 2) Ideal beliefs and attitudes- In post secondary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;institutes&lt;/span&gt;, there is no room for mishaps,problems or mistakes. When these attitudes are adopted and personified, you have a pumped up Foxy and White Foxy. So, than the common people are looked upon as all "mishaps, degenerates, feeble and scum." It is a good thing we have Fox and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;White&lt;/span&gt; Foxy to save us from the Government and it's ever reaching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;tentacles&lt;/span&gt;. Shit, Foxy and White Fox are one of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Tentacle's&lt;/span&gt; of the government-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;designed&lt;/span&gt; to manipulate overtly and covertly the people they are destined to "conquer." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;. I think they think, we are related to the Iraq people and we need to be liberated by them, because they bring elitism and it's principals to our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;communities&lt;/span&gt;. But, would Foxy and White Foxy ever think of sacrificing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;reputations&lt;/span&gt; and selves to even oppose the war? HELL NO! They are wimps and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;buffoons&lt;/span&gt;. Plus they already get to "feast" on the commoners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;They want people to approve what they are doing. Even if that means they have to build lies, deception and deceit(sound familiar). Hell, these two guys are stand up people and could do no wrong, because people worship them. Unlike them, i do not believe in Jesus and his philosophies. I do not carry an ounce of his teachings in my soul or in my everyday life. However, Foxy and white foxy covertly hang on to Jesus. They do not think I know, but I can see Jesus in them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Foxy and White Foxy claim to know the "people." They think by knowing the people, they have to Spiritually guide and befriend the common people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;TO BE CONTINUED&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270876504505301471-4765796003641540798?l=aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/4765796003641540798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6270876504505301471&amp;postID=4765796003641540798' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/4765796003641540798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/4765796003641540798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/2008/05/foxy-and-whitefoxy.html' title='Foxy and WhiteFoxy'/><author><name>Jason lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879951207029009385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/R9RiM5SROLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bT740J2_VMc/S220/Pow-wow_2008%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270876504505301471.post-7565721479107056273</id><published>2008-05-13T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T11:17:11.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishing for the Right Feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well that time of year has come around. The time of year where our precious ceremonies start to reveal themselves, along with the hypocrites and wannabe medicine men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am an advocate for the poor, the Spiritually naive, the aboriginal people who have lost their ability to express themselves and their opinions. Some people look at me as a trouble maker, a person who is jealous of others,etc. However, I happen to see people for who they really are, wheather they are poor or come from a well to do family or background. One of the reality's of the rich and poor are their outlook on life and what it means to them. A person of a poor background will share their last meal with the rich or well to do. However, a person who is well off, selfish and " better " than the poor, will not even associate themselves with that particular poor person and they would horde their last meal.......waiting for an economic emergency. That is the way they would justify their cause.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So, in a month or so, my community of Round Lake, Wisconsin will be inundated by a few select wanna be Spiritual Guru's and their predecessors. This is the time of year where these false prophets hate to see my face. &lt;em&gt;These false prophets are in no way different from the huge pharmaceutical-military guru's out there in our first nations-they make their livelihood and well being from the poor and naive. &lt;/em&gt;Most of these same individuals hide behind the scope of Jesus and Christianity. In real-Aboriginal teachings and gifts, there is no room for Jesus or Catholicism, not out of disrespect but those things belong in the old world, not here on Turtle Island. So, in all actuality, if one of these gurus makes a mistake from a Aboriginal-Spiritual sense, well, what the hell, JESUS will protect them and forgive them for their sins. This sounds extreme, but somebody has to expose these " First nation " junkies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;TO BE CONTINUED........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270876504505301471-7565721479107056273?l=aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/7565721479107056273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6270876504505301471&amp;postID=7565721479107056273' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/7565721479107056273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/7565721479107056273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/2008/05/fishing-for-right-feeling.html' title='Fishing for the Right Feeling'/><author><name>Jason lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879951207029009385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/R9RiM5SROLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bT740J2_VMc/S220/Pow-wow_2008%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270876504505301471.post-8337235389313762778</id><published>2008-04-29T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T09:05:39.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arsenic in the Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Can anyone or does anyone want to believe that the Federal government cares about it's citizens, let alone the first nations people who inhabit it's state boundaries?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;We or I have just found out recently that there are traces of arsenic in the small community of Inger's water supply. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I will digest that thought more later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Now, I ask the people out there in the larger world and First Nations, how come our Elders are not as they once were? How come the modern day education system has run them over and laughed at our Elders, all in plain sight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Why have we allowed our elders to be silenced? Why do we teach our children that school is more important than an Elder?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Why has not our Elders of Inger and the surrounding community's BANDED together and discussed, meditated and prayed on this important matter??........Arsenic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;How can we call our selves by Tribal affiliation, if we do not empower, utilize and help resurrect our Elders words of guidance and wisdom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Who are the hypocrites out there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I know I am not a hypocrite, are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270876504505301471-8337235389313762778?l=aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/8337235389313762778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6270876504505301471&amp;postID=8337235389313762778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/8337235389313762778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/8337235389313762778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/2008/04/arsenic-in-water.html' title='Arsenic in the Water'/><author><name>Jason lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879951207029009385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/R9RiM5SROLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bT740J2_VMc/S220/Pow-wow_2008%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270876504505301471.post-4946262332506042775</id><published>2008-04-25T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T12:01:56.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Native Sugar- Where is everyone? Part one</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SBIqhXHRa5I/AAAAAAAAAAo/EjV958qKiVU/s1600-h/Pow-wow_2008%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193260072940170130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SBIqhXHRa5I/AAAAAAAAAAo/EjV958qKiVU/s320/Pow-wow_2008%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just finished up the long and rewarding work of making maple syrup. It was a last minute effort and I had to remember that time, patience, belief and Spiritual guidance was on my side. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our tribal worlds and communities are in bad shape. Alot of people despise the white man but they live and choose to live in a system in which that same white man dictates everything from; our means of waking up, what foods we eat, our forms of entertainment,what is hip and cool and last but not least, the way our communities function!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being in the bush is always a treat and learning experience. Maple tapping, was a community project that I wanted to re-initiate. Plus, I was driven by the spiritual process's that go into the time frame of "iskegamizigewin."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being a Spiritual being is very hard and rewarding at the same time. So, when it came to tapping Maple trees, I had to envision my plan and start with the most basic needs and work up to the more less important needs. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The first two things I needed were negwakwaanan and mukukoon, taps and pails. I estimated that I could tap(ninozhiga'ige) about 50 ininatigoog (Maples). So, instead of bring more trash and white mans garbage onto the reservation, I kept in mind that i wanted to use what resources were already established and what were available. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Upon looking for pails, sap buckets and cans- I found myself starting to look for milk containers. Because Milk containers can keep the rain and extra water accumulation out, I had to break my personal code of ethics &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; purchase band new water containers. It was a safety concern a long with a health concern, because if you have bad milk, chances are the container that was used, if it were plastic, tends to hide and harbor that bad milk. Plus, i found out, that the milk taste tends to leak into the sap water.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At the same time I was spreading the word into the community about containers, I was thinking about Opwaaganatiigoog or Sumac trees. I needed Sumac to make my taps. I remembered seeing some in the community, where, I didn't quite remember. Too my embarrassment, there was some right behind my mother in laws house. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next, was the process of producing 50 plus taps and shaping them down to a particular size and shape. So, I got a grinder from an elder( who was very supportive of my efforts ) not to forget to mention; two containers that held a total of 80 gallons, a few chains, a power saw and a hand saw.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, by now I had pretty much everything I needed to get the ball bouncing, just by the gesture of that one elder, a lot of roadblocks were prevented.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My brother Jerry Smith was the individual person that got me interested into Iskegamizigewin. Looking back on some of my college days, he and a few other people helped shape me into the individual that I am. Being me is very hard. I am a human in a very Spiritual travel and sometimes the Spirit of living things can communicate certain knowledge, to which there is no guide, blueprint or trail. Just overwhelming feelings that get entangled into modern day living, desires wants, needs,etc.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And that is the whole point of being in the bush, to listen and get a new identity of self, surroundings and natural life's.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I believe that we are in hard times. Many of our children and adults can not make it in the bush. When you are in the bush, you give up many western luxuries. Most of theses things are pretty basic; water, food, electricity, etc.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have finally came to the conclusion that most of our Aboriginal peoples lifestyles, that are reservation based are doomed. There are a labyrinth of complacent attitudes, beliefs and ideas, that reinforce the blueprint of this country in regards to what a citizen is and what it means. I mean, everybody wants answers, but no-one wants to put there ideas forward. So, when it comes to the Elders, the elders are so complacent to society's demands and attitudes , that they, in all retrospect have no unified voice and Warrior like motivation.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For example, just recently the community of Inger was told that they had arsenic in their water supply. Now as a Aboriginal person, i have to ask myself a few things about this situation: 1.) What is this arsenic and how did it get their? 2.) Is this propaganda to keep the status quo of Fear tactics? 3.) Does this mean their is going to be more fluoride introduced into the water system? ( If you don't know about fluoride and it's devastating effects, Google " fluoride " or look into the e-book @ policestateplanning.com and look up chapter 14 and read about " population control " 4.) Why aren't the elders of the community praying for this matter? Why are they not having some type of community gathering and feast?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To be Continued.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270876504505301471-4946262332506042775?l=aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/4946262332506042775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6270876504505301471&amp;postID=4946262332506042775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/4946262332506042775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/4946262332506042775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/2008/04/native-sugar-where-is-everyone-part-one.html' title='Native Sugar- Where is everyone? Part one'/><author><name>Jason lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879951207029009385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/R9RiM5SROLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bT740J2_VMc/S220/Pow-wow_2008%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/SBIqhXHRa5I/AAAAAAAAAAo/EjV958qKiVU/s72-c/Pow-wow_2008%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270876504505301471.post-2797317110175236768</id><published>2008-04-02T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T15:28:34.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old White Bird Part Nizh (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;As I sat there and ate my lunch, my first intuition was to move my self to a table in which two elderly men sat. But, I stayed where I sat and visited with some young Native guy about his some of his experiences in California. As i sat and listened to this other Native, I could not help but wonder why he needed to continually say that he was bored and that he needed to move back to Cali. As if Cali. was going to solve all his problems and make him not " bored " anymore. As soon as our conversation started it had ended, that fast. He was on a mission, it seemed as if my gesture of good thoughts did not phase him, he was not impressed by old people and the Native ways, they were not the answer he need in life. So, away he went-looking for what he desired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;So, I sat there at a table alone. Wondering if i should include myself with the elderly men that sat behind me. What the hell, i grabbed my plate and silverware and moved myself to their table. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;" Aaniin " i said. That's a friendly gesture meaning hello or hi. Both elders looked at me and said hi and hello. Old white Bird asked me where I was from. I replied St. Croix., Wisconsin and that I was enrolled in White Earth. He asked me who my relatives were in White Earth and I said the Wadena's and Durant's. He than said he was a White bird and that he had some relatives in Bad River,Wisconsin. I asked him if he was related to the White birds in Cass Lake,Minnesota. He sarcastically replied " hell No " those White birds are from Canada or something. But it seems like there was some type of history in the past with the Cass Lake White birds and the White birds he was originating from. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;He than went on to say that most of his relatives passed through Sandy lake, Minnesota and that they traveled the old water ways. I told him that was great knowledge to know and have and that nobody really has that type of information anymore. He than surprisingly said " History is no good- it doesn't get you anywhere and you have to make a living. " Shit- I thought, this elder is really brainwashed into the American life form. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;So, I continued to eat my lunch and listen to other Shinobs converse. As I listened, i could tell that old White bird was trying to direct certain comments to me and that he felt threatened by my presence. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't there to prove anything-but I happen to threaten people a lot in my life. My Great G-pa termed it once as " Being strong in the Traditional way of thinking and discipline."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;But it was time to leave, my professional business was finished and I got to eat lunch with some elders. What a splendid day. As I was getting ready to leave, I grabbed my Jacket, pipe bag and work bag. My pipe bag is made from an Otter pelt and has leather fringes. As, I was ready to leave out the door, I heard someone say;" where did you get your otter ? " I said that it was my pipe bag and someone gave it to me years ago. Not to my surprise it was Old White bird and he than said " your lucky those old people that use to be around here never saw you put your pipe bag on the ground, they would have had your hide. " I than replied " you know I asked my grandpa about that once, when my brother had a pipe bag made from an otter. I asked my Grandpa- is it okay that my brother puts his otter pipe bag on the ground-is that disrespectful? NO, NO, NO. My grandpa went on- THINK ABOUT AN OTTER-HE SWIMS, EATS FISH AND ROLLS AROUND IN THE MUD, DO YOU THINK IT IS DISRESPECTFUL TO HIM IF YOU PUT HIM ON THE GROUND?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;What I did not really think of, at that particular time, was that my Grandpa was instilling me to think and think wisely on all matters in my life regarding Spirituality and not so important events.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;So, when it came to Old White bird and challenging me, in the form of a threat, I replied what my Grandpa gave me and let Old White bird have some new knowledge. As I left, I told the rest of the group-Thank you and hopefully I can have this experience again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;GaBeK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270876504505301471-2797317110175236768?l=aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/2797317110175236768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6270876504505301471&amp;postID=2797317110175236768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/2797317110175236768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/2797317110175236768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/2008/04/old-white-bird-part-nizh-2_02.html' title='Old White Bird Part Nizh (2)'/><author><name>Jason lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879951207029009385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/R9RiM5SROLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bT740J2_VMc/S220/Pow-wow_2008%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270876504505301471.post-5269375455010567789</id><published>2008-04-02T12:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T12:29:47.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old White Bird Part Nizh (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270876504505301471-5269375455010567789?l=aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/5269375455010567789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6270876504505301471&amp;postID=5269375455010567789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/5269375455010567789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/5269375455010567789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/2008/04/old-white-bird-part-nizh-2.html' title='Old White Bird Part Nizh (2)'/><author><name>Jason lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879951207029009385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/R9RiM5SROLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bT740J2_VMc/S220/Pow-wow_2008%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270876504505301471.post-530719980443169358</id><published>2008-03-20T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T10:51:39.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Compartmentilization of Aboriginal Ceremonies...Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/R-KkG7lpznI/AAAAAAAAAAg/LY2FBlrS5Qs/s1600-h/Pow-wow_2008[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179882960411283058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/R-KkG7lpznI/AAAAAAAAAAg/LY2FBlrS5Qs/s320/Pow-wow_2008%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today I am working in a new place of excitement, location and expectations in regards to professional services and services to clientele.&lt;br /&gt;Upon talking with some individuals, I can't help but think of some so called professionals that I work with in a Spiritual environment and how some of these people are wolves in sheep's clothing. These individuals are out to make a buck, put lesser class people in their place and come off to communities that- they love, respect and have deep, true, authentic compassion for all classes of Aboriginal populations.&lt;br /&gt;I hate to be the first person to not only look past these so called professionals and say that, they(professionals) are formatted from deep within the (monster)education system to bring self contained communities,thoughts, ideas and agendas which come in the many forms of denial, deceit and lies. Mind you that this is done right in the open. These professionals have to be more than just convincing to the main community, they have to be mind magicians and make thoughts and ideas appear that, the whole community loves and respects them(because,hey they are professionals). How, you might ask can this happen? Why would commuties allow this to happen? Don't these communities care?&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, communities want to care and at the same time they don't have the tools to fight for the principals of caring. Which these professionals use to their advantage and discretion.So, when a person like me arrives on to their stomping ground, they know how to manipulate the micro-community to make sure that someone of my caliber does not stand a chance against their mind control and tactics. If you know anything about the Roman principal of divide and conquer, you will than know how in micro communities these professionals make their living and killing.&lt;br /&gt;I stand out amongst these professionals in numerous ways. I do not dress like them, I do not think like them, I do not pray like these professionals. I do not allow my professional thinking and frame of mind rule my being and frame of mind. I am a people person. I allow everyone in my immediate circle to feel very important, content and whole-no matter who it is I encounter. Unlike some of the professionals I have to deal with, they have a tendency to "have" to know everything about everything and let people know that they are the experts in everything, just because they attended some elite post secondary academic INSTITUTE.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, academics can be good, but only for the little school children that were reared into following the teacher everywhere, asking all the "right" questions and staying after to study with the teacher. To make it worse, these individuals probably learned at a very young age to put " people in their place"-who did not think or act like them.Don't get me wrong, I don't hate the educational field, because I am currently in a post-secondary school, but I was advised by a few authentic elders never to let modern day school ruin my frame of mind and never let it become my way of thinking. This was told to me when I was very young, I never knew how powerful those words would be one day and how that information was formatting my soul, life and self-respect for the larger, more whole some things in life.&lt;br /&gt;Education has compartmentalized everything in our daily lives. It has even entered our ceremonies and grown to be a nuisance and a threat in which few people know know how to fully understand and deal with.HMM. Jay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270876504505301471-530719980443169358?l=aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/530719980443169358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6270876504505301471&amp;postID=530719980443169358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/530719980443169358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/530719980443169358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/2008/03/compartmentilization-of-aboriginal.html' title='Compartmentilization of Aboriginal Ceremonies...Part 1'/><author><name>Jason lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879951207029009385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/R9RiM5SROLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bT740J2_VMc/S220/Pow-wow_2008%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/R-KkG7lpznI/AAAAAAAAAAg/LY2FBlrS5Qs/s72-c/Pow-wow_2008%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270876504505301471.post-8416054844189006073</id><published>2008-03-18T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T10:28:13.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old White Bird Part 1</title><content type='html'>I am currently working to acquire my Minnesota state alcohol and drug license. I am in my first half of practicum hours. I have to acquire a total of 880 hours of infield service and professional training. At the same time I am taking a couple of college classes in regards to my professional training(JOKES).&lt;br /&gt;Upon one of my professional observations and experiences, i witnessed ignorance, compliance and brain-washing. And this came in the form of an elderly person I will call " The bird ".&lt;br /&gt;Upon being a visitor in a rural Aboriginal community, i was treated very well and fed a nice hot meal. One of the most important attributes and factors was being in the presence of elderly Aboriginal men and women. &lt;br /&gt;This experience brought back many memories of a better time in my life. It was the memories of my community; Round Lake, WI. As i was sitting and eating my chicken a la king lunch, I could not help but remember sitting back home in my little village at the elderly nutrition center(professional name). What i was remembering were the sewing machines, the blocks of patterns, the commotion of laughter and visiting, the genuine flavor of the last bits of community excitement and realism.&lt;br /&gt;Now, my community is compromised version of a small rural city. Most of the youth have no sense of identity and Spiritual knowledge, but if you ask them what the latest techno. gadget is, they will be gladly to show and tell. Most of the young adults are too busy raising families, trying to keep up with society's demands. So, to ask them to take time out of their weekend to participate in a Drum ceremony or something of equal importance, is too sacrificial and "boring". The middle age adults are like grown teen age rs, trying to continue to fit in and just exist from day to day. The elders that are left in my community are rare. My elders are not valued as they once were. Now, the elders are used and abused by modern day educational guru's. The elders that are left, come out of a time that did not give a damn about Aboriginal rights and a time where being Indian or any other ethnic group was embarrassing and less human. Those elders that prevailed unscathed through the hard times are few. The elders that were not so lucky are trying to make sense of their wisdom they possess. Their wisdom does not make sense in the White world, the world they mostly choose to live in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270876504505301471-8416054844189006073?l=aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/8416054844189006073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6270876504505301471&amp;postID=8416054844189006073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/8416054844189006073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/8416054844189006073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/2008/03/old-white-bird-part-1.html' title='Old White Bird Part 1'/><author><name>Jason lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879951207029009385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/R9RiM5SROLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bT740J2_VMc/S220/Pow-wow_2008%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270876504505301471.post-2620243296992769647</id><published>2008-03-17T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T10:21:50.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>C.S.I.- Concerned Saros Investigation</title><content type='html'>How many of us out there have individual clues to our own personal investigations? If you have ever been likened by a show such as C.S.I or any other type of investigative entertainment, than you should know by now, that it takes much time, lots of patience and an attitude that must always stay positive, even if that means the script calls for your best friend to be hospitalized. You have to stay focused, on what is right and what clues you need to sift through in order to get the results that you need.&lt;br /&gt;As we all do our own personal imploring about life and what it means, most of our populations want to hire someone to attend to all the investigative work in regards to our life. When the investigation is complete, we want to " hear " the answers but only the answers that pertain to our life styles and our frame of mind. If we hear info. that does not pertain to our present form of identity, than we make excuses for ourselves and loved ones, just to justify what we already know,think and act.&lt;br /&gt;As to the cases of " drugged up drinking water" or the " merger of Chase and Bear Stearns CO." What questions come to mind in regards to " what is really behind the info they are feeding me?"&lt;br /&gt;Like the scene from the wizard of oz, you shouldn't fear the monster because it looks really big, bad and ugly. You should set your fear to the side and have the tenacity, courage and wits to motivate yourself, along with some help to uncover the true identity of the dis-information that is being shoved in front of your face.&lt;br /&gt;Grant it that we all have the capability to shut the television off or encourage our children to shut the WII off, why than, we would have to deal with the fact that there is "nothing to do." Otherwise, we will have to fully engage with our children and think of ways to have fun and stay focused on all of life's problems. Na, that is way too much work with not enough incentives.&lt;br /&gt;Now, when it comes to the time where you have to either draw your weapon or face the certainty of being physically hurt, which one are you going to choose?&lt;br /&gt;If you are not trained in a positive sense, you could lose your whole case and start shooting in no particular direction and lose all hope. However, if you have been nurtured,guided and reared by authentic-real people, than you will wait, be patient and use either tool you need to, at the right time. This will decide your fate for the day; internally suffer or decide that we don't need to suffer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270876504505301471-2620243296992769647?l=aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/2620243296992769647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6270876504505301471&amp;postID=2620243296992769647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/2620243296992769647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/2620243296992769647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/2008/03/csi-concerned-saros-investigation.html' title='C.S.I.- Concerned Saros Investigation'/><author><name>Jason lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879951207029009385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/R9RiM5SROLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bT740J2_VMc/S220/Pow-wow_2008%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270876504505301471.post-4322958157965944721</id><published>2008-02-25T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T15:58:21.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blind WIll lead The Blind Part One</title><content type='html'>OOps!&lt;br /&gt;Never mind that first post, i accidently hit the return button and it posted my title head. Hello to the world.&lt;br /&gt;For some of the tribal nations out there, this is the time of the year where the elections coincide with the national politics. If you vote on a national level, do you as an un-american feel any different or is your consciuonce a little more settled, now that you have casted your vote?&lt;br /&gt;Our Turtle Island that we inhabit, is called by the majority of the population " america ." I say and continue to say " un-america ." Would you believe that people in the european nations have a better understanding and total knowledge base about Aborigianl peaoples of the Americas?&lt;br /&gt;Un-america is based on flase pretenses,lies, deception and genocide. Genocide? Yes! The genocide that was initiated by unchristopher columbus was by far-much more huge than Adolf Hitlers. Funny think is, when the Eugenics movement was started, Hitler was known to have said something to the effect of " look at what you americans did to the Indains-you almost wiped them off the planet."&lt;br /&gt;So, as i listen to the hype of Obama and Hillary, i always ask myself this; How and in which way will either one of these candidates wean the power of the " machine " back to the Aboriginal Elders of this Turtle Island? They possibly could not. They could never bring their selves to acknowledge the fact that the constutuin was based on the Iruquis confederacy. If they would even consider this notion, it would be extremly detrimental to politics and would turn the basis of the political scene upside down. Which would in turn, start a new wave of politics, debates and business, that-however would be decided by the elders of this continent.&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to the point of tribal elections and bullshit. We always hear the word sovereighnty thrown about like fried bread. I wish these ignorant candidates would stop usinf the "s" word and call it for what it is - "controlled."&lt;br /&gt;I currently live in Northern un-minnesota, in the northeastern part of the Leech Lake reservation boundary. I am not a member of this reservation, but I am a member of the un-minnesota chippewa tribe.&lt;br /&gt;Let's think in real terms: The #1 income source for most of minnesota's chippewa tribes is gaming revenues or casino monies. Now, if we really want to enforce our sovereightny, we will cut the state out of our negotiation processes regarding the Indian gaming regulatory act which was passed in 1992. We will express our concerns that we have no voting right in congress and that we are not represented. This issue has been discussed and procedures have been put in place, but where the results are and where they are going is news to me.&lt;br /&gt;If we want to be sovereign, than we need to shut the hell up and act like it. So what if we piss osme white senators and legislators off, they have been pissing on our elders for damn near 600 years. If we are soverign, than we need to act like it. Let's begin to instill this attitude in our youth and develop this movement in the schools. Wait, here on the leech Lake reservation, there is a bureau of indian education (b.i.e) that needs to cater to the funding of the federal dollars that control the rules, governing council(school board) and faculty and administration. Let's get rid of the funding source, tell the feds that we don't want our kid's mind's remote controlled by the b.i.e and take the school back. But the blind will continue to lead the blind.&lt;br /&gt;Tribal politics and Spirituality have no connection. What the Tribal political scens have evolved into is a program that is like social securty and health care, it has morphed into a siphon that keeps the tribal community's crippled and relying on the same programs, deceptions and banking systems that keep the status quo.&lt;br /&gt;Damn! Where and the hell are the old warriors??? Perhaps dead, washed up, retired and bonded by administartional trauma and ailments.&lt;br /&gt;I jus recently attended a dinner for a tribal person who is running for the Leech Lake chairman. It was a good community relations tool, but it was a huge phisod and joke. The individuals who are running told the same old thngs and same old bullshit. Nothing new. I had to bite my tongue and be respectful to my wife and her relatives. I did however mention to my inlaws that if i was one of them men standing there i would have stood up and said " as a nomonee for the tribal council position, the first thing that I would do as tribal chairman is to burn the church down in this community."&lt;br /&gt;Very harsh and looked upon bu my inlaws as inconsiderate and very, very distasteful. To be honest, it has happend on the Red alke reservation in a community called Ponemah. Some of the old Traditionalist got sick of what the church was doing and what it's real purpose was and some young warriors got together and burned the only church down. However, just recenlty when i attended the Ponemah Labor day walk/run i noticed that thier was a new church. I wonder how long it will last? Probably for while because thier are quite a few un-christians inhabiting Ponemah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270876504505301471-4322958157965944721?l=aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/4322958157965944721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6270876504505301471&amp;postID=4322958157965944721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/4322958157965944721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/4322958157965944721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/2008/02/blind-will-lead-blind-part-one.html' title='Blind WIll lead The Blind Part One'/><author><name>Jason lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879951207029009385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/R9RiM5SROLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bT740J2_VMc/S220/Pow-wow_2008%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270876504505301471.post-4380654940888732225</id><published>2008-02-25T14:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T14:58:46.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blind WIll lead The Blind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270876504505301471-4380654940888732225?l=aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/4380654940888732225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6270876504505301471&amp;postID=4380654940888732225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/4380654940888732225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/4380654940888732225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/2008/02/blind-will-lead-blind.html' title='Blind WIll lead The Blind'/><author><name>Jason lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879951207029009385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/R9RiM5SROLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bT740J2_VMc/S220/Pow-wow_2008%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270876504505301471.post-9064337781717313856</id><published>2008-02-10T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T22:35:42.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Aboriginal For President part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What if we had an Aboriginal member for president.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We could than tax every second, third, fourth, etc. generation of people who came here illegally. What about illegal immigrants? This on the national front is a joke. It is deviated from most of the Euro-American peoples frame of mind. What the hell, they conquered this turtle island and they do not have to worry about the true history of this continent because they write it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What would an aboriginals frame of mind be towards the budget? They would start new schools that would not enforce the different social classes. They would set an agenda to have every piece of mineral extracted from this land-compensated to the hereditary chiefs of this land and their people. Than they could send the people back to their homelands who did not want to stay.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What about the military? They would incorporae the elders who are deemed fit to be an elder, than obey thier guidlines and wisdom. War? That would be left up to the women.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The budget? Shut every federal department down for a year, give everyone a paid leave of absence and hound out the shadow government. Than, the president and their messengers could really start new.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who wants government reform?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270876504505301471-9064337781717313856?l=aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/9064337781717313856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6270876504505301471&amp;postID=9064337781717313856' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/9064337781717313856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/9064337781717313856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/2008/02/aboriginal-for-president-part-1.html' title='An Aboriginal For President part 1'/><author><name>Jason lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879951207029009385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/R9RiM5SROLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bT740J2_VMc/S220/Pow-wow_2008%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270876504505301471.post-3229664945781386494</id><published>2008-02-06T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T22:15:54.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Home-A Reality Connection PT.2</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Coming home, means a lot to me. When I return home I see most of the population taking the community for granted. It is a community with all the signs of a metropolitan area; in the sense of a lack of community awareness, isolated frames of mind, food that is brought into the community, no frame of mind for gardens, etc. This is really sad, because in my community's past, this was unheard of. It was a thriving community, full of the hustle and bustle of grandparent involvement, visiting, storytelling, moccasin makers, elders who policed the community.&lt;br /&gt;Now, the elders who posess fluency in aboriginal languages are used for that knowledge by Spiritual guru's, who, outnumber the passionate individuals that  really strive to maintain the exisistence of any particular language. Elders do not carry the wait or clout they did some time ago. Young people lack the knowledge of aboriginal languages vitalness and also lack the adacity to even begin to care about the languages rate of survival. With out aboriginal language their ceases to exist the true meaning of spirituality from any particular culture's identity. The sense of spirituality in every decision that is made in the community is thrown out the window. This idea scares the hell right out of the non-spiritual beings. Because then, they would not only have to change their lifestyles, they would have to get religious. And, sometimes, maybe, religion isn't for everyone, all Iknow is that it is a nessecity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, returning home feels like I am amongst zombies and ghouls. If only I could unleash the curse's they personify and omit. However, like most of the zombie movies that are out there, I am the one the zombies are attracted to, whether they realize it or not. A zombie does not care how it survives, it needs to survive by following the source of energy that is the closest with in it's parameter. Anything that is not closely related to the zombies state of being is considered either a threat or food for it's survival. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;This is how I keep my sanity amongst the masses, I have to see them for what they really are; selfish, walking around aimlessly and looking for other victims to add to thier populations. They walk around most of the time starving-starving for that attention they don't give a ratt's ass about. All they want to do is consume, digest and get rid of that piece of flesh who can help them to humanity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I sit here and wait........trying to strategize and course my next move, looking for the other survivors amongst the rooftops..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270876504505301471-3229664945781386494?l=aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/3229664945781386494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6270876504505301471&amp;postID=3229664945781386494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/3229664945781386494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/3229664945781386494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/2008/02/coming-home-reality-connection-pt2.html' title='Coming Home-A Reality Connection PT.2'/><author><name>Jason lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879951207029009385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/R9RiM5SROLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bT740J2_VMc/S220/Pow-wow_2008%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270876504505301471.post-7456099254451506117</id><published>2008-01-29T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T13:25:18.598-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time'/><title type='text'>Time will tell........Who you really are</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Currently we are all feeling the staggering costs of health care, food, and transportation. However, what does this mean? What is the bigger picture in store for the majority of the population?&lt;br /&gt;As an Aboriginal person, i have to always ask myself this question? When i think on the matter and the problems we face on a day to day basis, i can understand why most people are in a huge state of denial. Denial in the fact, that most people think that everything is just fine and that there is nothing to worry about. Complicate this by the matter, in which the people who are in some type of influential/authoritative role, don't have the courage,ability and strength to even begin to offer suggestions and stand up against the real bullies; the government infrastructure and all of it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;labyrinth&lt;/span&gt; connections.&lt;br /&gt;So, in all actuality most of the masses of people are either 1) distracted with some type of event 2) inundated with overwhelming stress( easier to control ), or thirdly, too damn weak to think they can make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;The real people and Aboriginals that can see what and where we are headed, as a society are too few, thin and outnumbered. They need support, encouragement and listeners. They feel like no one cares or that nobody gives a damn about what they think.&lt;br /&gt;So, text that text of yours. Drink that alcoholic drink of yours. En gauge yourself meaninglessly to whatever you might.&lt;br /&gt;Because when the time comes for you to fight, you will already be self-defeated. You won't realize, like you don't realize now, that you are being used, abused and mislead by every commercial you watch, every product you buy, and yes-even your own damn self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270876504505301471-7456099254451506117?l=aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/7456099254451506117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6270876504505301471&amp;postID=7456099254451506117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/7456099254451506117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/7456099254451506117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/2008/01/time-will-tellwho-you-really-are.html' title='Time will tell........Who you really are'/><author><name>Jason lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879951207029009385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/R9RiM5SROLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bT740J2_VMc/S220/Pow-wow_2008%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270876504505301471.post-4369515013885961747</id><published>2008-01-25T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T11:58:24.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please.......Please who?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I just talked to one of my adopted relatives in Ontario,Canada. He told my that when I come to Canada-to make sure that I have my birth certificate.&lt;br /&gt;I guess when that time comes I will make sure that I don't have that piece of paper. I mean, think of it, it would kinda be great not to be accepted back into the un-united states. Not, that Canada is any better, but their track record with the Aboriginals, in my opinion is a little better.&lt;br /&gt;So, if you are planning to travel to Canada, take your birth certificate with you and if you want to make a historical point, don't take your birth certificate with.&lt;br /&gt;I now would like to direct my focus on our Aboriginal peoples attitude about the empire(U.S.A) and how everyone in my opinion is controlled, fearful and yet, still purchasing all that useless shit we are taught by the mass media to have.&lt;br /&gt;Why do we choose to attend post-secondary education institutes? Is is because some of us like to be elitist and come across that way in our communities? Do we attend these institutes, because we need more money, a bigger house or just plain more money?&lt;br /&gt;Well, these institutes, if they are of a high caliber rank(sick), are designed to exterminate the individual thought process of it's peers, make sure the peer is following the corporate agenda, relocate them is some sense-all in the attitude that " hey this schooling will benefit you and your families and your communities." All hidden, in plain sight.&lt;br /&gt;Those of you who keep your end of the empires bargain,keep acting like your shit don't stink, don't call people back that are less human than you. But, do play politician and act like you really care about people and their communities. When the time comes to voice your opinion on certain matters, your mass schooling frame of mind will kick in, opposing all thoughts that do not think like you.&lt;br /&gt;So, there goes the Elders and the communities thoughts, right out the window.&lt;br /&gt;I think we need to just let these people be and have their own little world, wait they do, they have the whole damn world with their oppressive ways.......Shit, silly me.&lt;br /&gt;So what, i will continue to oppose these ill-attitude-no back boned pussies....&lt;br /&gt;Ogabaak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270876504505301471-4369515013885961747?l=aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/4369515013885961747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6270876504505301471&amp;postID=4369515013885961747' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/4369515013885961747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/4369515013885961747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/2008/01/pleaseplease-who.html' title='Please.......Please who?'/><author><name>Jason lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879951207029009385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/R9RiM5SROLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bT740J2_VMc/S220/Pow-wow_2008%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270876504505301471.post-323920813250528659</id><published>2008-01-24T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T11:16:45.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Half-Breeds</title><content type='html'>I could be considered a half breed. An apple, as my wife likes to tease me about. But, i must say, i am not tainted with the European blood that presumably likes to dominate everything it encounters. &lt;br /&gt;I have numerous relatives, friends and enemies that are either Caucasian, half-breeds, African-American, Chinese American or just plain Native.&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me like the people I encounter who have a diluted European blood line in excess of 25% are really selfish, arrogant people. Don't get me wrong, these are just the people in my narrow path in life. &lt;br /&gt;It seems to me that these people, whether they have really light skin or if they have dark skin as myself, are really chameleons. If they are really light skinned, than they can fit into mainstream society as a white person. I mean, society will probably in the most relate with these people's white side. &lt;br /&gt;However, if these same individuals choose to follow their aboriginal blood, they will always omit that Aboriginal sense of being, not the white blood. Now, if they are dark skinned like myself, these people are the chameleons that cannot hide the color of their skin, therefor they are the really dangerous people. They can come off as an authentic Aboriginal person, however, eventually, their Euro centric way of mind and being always pushes their Aboriginal connection, charm, charisma and most importantly, attitude to the side. &lt;br /&gt;There was this elderly man who influenced my thoughts. This was one of many elderly men that influenced my intellectual thought process. I did not receive this thought process from attending western school systems or a few university instructors. I was always challenged by some old men as to, how i really looked at life, people, my surroundings and health. Little did i know at the time how they were rearing me. Now a days, i can see where all the knowledge can be applied from these elderly men.&lt;br /&gt;" Take a look at the all the trees, you never see birch trees marrying the oak trees and you never see the Pines marry the Poplar trees-that's how our people should live and stay-PURE,JUST LIKE THE TREES."&lt;br /&gt;So. What how do we educate the masses on this particular matter?&lt;br /&gt;Ogabakamiig&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270876504505301471-323920813250528659?l=aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/323920813250528659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6270876504505301471&amp;postID=323920813250528659' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/323920813250528659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/323920813250528659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/2008/01/half-breeds.html' title='Half-Breeds'/><author><name>Jason lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879951207029009385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/R9RiM5SROLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bT740J2_VMc/S220/Pow-wow_2008%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270876504505301471.post-2553740484421631172</id><published>2008-01-23T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T06:47:12.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gichigaming and the Toxic Avenger</title><content type='html'>I just reconnected with an old friend. His name is Greg Price. I actually met Greg a few years back at Mcdonalds. I was there with some of the students I work with. We were just returning from a field trip to the Duluth aquarium.&lt;br /&gt;Greg has done extensive research on the Nuclear Waste that was dumped into Lake Superior from one of our great armed forces. Of coure they will never admit to the dumping and or acknowledge the fact of the matter.&lt;br /&gt;Greg, a long with another man named W.B Wirta need support. They are trying to get the word out and the messege as to the Nuclear Waste that is on the bottom of Lake Superior. Anyone out there, check out the website: nukewatch.com&lt;br /&gt;It's petty interesting and very informative. Plus, it gives the extensive amount of information that Greg has uncovered. Questions and concerns can be posted here. If not, you can e-mail Mr. Wirta at wbwirta@cs.com&lt;br /&gt;Until the next time, &lt;br /&gt;Jay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270876504505301471-2553740484421631172?l=aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/2553740484421631172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6270876504505301471&amp;postID=2553740484421631172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/2553740484421631172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/2553740484421631172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/2008/01/gichigaming-and-toxic-avenger.html' title='Gichigaming and the Toxic Avenger'/><author><name>Jason lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879951207029009385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/R9RiM5SROLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bT740J2_VMc/S220/Pow-wow_2008%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270876504505301471.post-1237559500881599423</id><published>2008-01-22T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T11:31:29.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone in a Hertz.</title><content type='html'>Well let's face it, most people are trained professionals in fields that further the agenda of the un-united states of dis-america.&lt;br /&gt;Most people act pretty shitty when you step on their toes and act worse if they know, that you know-what their true life intentions are.&lt;br /&gt;So, we have a full orchestrated, dumbing down community. What one believes and does, the rest or remainder of the population will enforce or act out, just because they are with the agenda of the oppressor.&lt;br /&gt;So, that take to mind the human kind and it's powerful drive to live,learn, reprogram and gather energy.&lt;br /&gt;The human mind operates between .5 hertz and 36 hertz. Now, if you are a person who lives in (TRIES)balance with the rest of the natural forces, you will notice, that, most people do not know of their own personal force in the positive sense. They would rather give into the negative force that is much easier and sold by Hollywood.&lt;br /&gt;So, if yo were one of the attendees who had the opportunity to attend one of our Ceremonial gatherings, you could have found yourself in ahh, overwhelmingness and plain disgust.&lt;br /&gt;Disgust in the fact, people always find their own clicks. These same people gather in groups, that by numbers, dominate the energy that s put out into the ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;So, you have an opposing force like myself come onto the scene and disturb, rustle up the dominating energy and watch individual eyes go cold of the ones that i disturb. Next thing you know, i am the outcast, the lonely one-the one that everyone wants to target, because they do not want my opinion on their life, it would piss them off and upset the natural order of their healing.&lt;br /&gt;So, i have decided whoever needs my energy will receive it, who does not want my energy, well, i will still offer my tobacco for you.&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you take the natural Hertz of the human mind and mix this up with a Spiritual gathering, you are overcome with some pretty awesome feelings and energies. All that give the individuals time to heal and have the ability to heal their minds from life's every day bombarding of incomplete energies.&lt;br /&gt;But,If you are most of the people i witnessed at our ceremony who are ignorant,selfish and oh so compliant, you will have your cell phone, gameboy,mp3 player and YES-EVEN A LAPTOP connected to you, so that it appears that you are engaged into something that makes you a somebody. Yet, you stop to really consider the fact, that the gadgets you ware, listen to and get enjoyment from-all emit an electrical frequency. DOes it matter to you that our old Elders stopped any type of un-american distraction from coming into our ceremonies?????&lt;br /&gt;So, these Old Elders lived in the harmonic balance of the earth. So, when an elder came up to you as a young child and that elder slapped you on the leg and said something to the effect " wake up-there's no time for sleep."&lt;br /&gt;There was huge amounts of truth to that action. That elder wanted the best energy for you as a young child, now you are that child, that is all grown up and possibly with your own cubs as well.&lt;br /&gt;So now, our living elders are all in a flux. Some of them lack the capacity to voice their concerns openly. they do not feel fit to be in the limelight of "elder." So, now what? &lt;br /&gt;They have me, and i have them. You have a problem with me, take it up with our TRUE ELDERS.&lt;br /&gt;Ogabakamiig&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270876504505301471-1237559500881599423?l=aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/1237559500881599423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6270876504505301471&amp;postID=1237559500881599423' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/1237559500881599423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/1237559500881599423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/2008/01/everyone-in-hertz.html' title='Everyone in a Hertz.'/><author><name>Jason lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879951207029009385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/R9RiM5SROLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bT740J2_VMc/S220/Pow-wow_2008%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270876504505301471.post-8357624967921476634</id><published>2008-01-22T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T07:55:15.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Home----A reality Connection</title><content type='html'>This is finally it. My own blog. Man, i had to put this off for a long time, the fact that the unity of our communities are really fucked.&lt;br /&gt;I got to get home to my place of Spiritual enlightenment, my home and my Spiritual place of humility. It is Waweyeagamaug, or Round Lake, Wisconsin.&lt;br /&gt;To return home is always overwhelming. To see the disarray of ill functioning people, including my close family, is really in all, a by product of reservations and lifestyles-to each is to it's own-kinda attitude.&lt;br /&gt;Upon returning home, i always notice new things, people and attitudes. This time what i had noticed was more evident of what our old people, the old people that do not physically exist anymore, except by people's thoughts-and what was evident was the lack of community, unity, truth and sense of pride and fullfillment.&lt;br /&gt;I am the type of person that sits and observes, beyond the normal procedures-whatever that means. So, as i was sitting and meditating, taking a break away from my ceremonial procedures ,a story about an elderly gentleman from the Lac Courte Oreilles Reservation came into my mind.&lt;br /&gt;The thought that came into my mind was that this old man, just like the elders of his day-were tricky, tricky in the fact that they could know how somebody thought-percieved life-what was important to these people, just by listening to them. They would not even have to see them, just hear them.&lt;br /&gt;So, i was closing my eyes and listening. Imaging what those old people would hear 80 or 90 years ago. But, at first, everything was a conglomerate of muffled sounds, hard to hear just one voice.&lt;br /&gt;"People think i am sleeping" i could hear this old man say to me. " What they don't know is that i am listening-listening to things, foolish ideas-fake people."&lt;br /&gt;So, as i sat and listened, i heard the foolish thoughts , ideas and fake Anishinabe people. I guess you really have to be a strong spirited person to listen to all the garbage and lifeless things people take for being fun and motivating.&lt;br /&gt;So, after hours of listening and coming up with an opinion of people, these Old Men would give their FACTS on ceremonial procedures, people and life. All of this and than some, from the old people's perspective. This was their commitment and knowledge to the order of the universe. Now-THERE IS NO TRUE ORDER-THE INDIVIDUALS CALLING ORDER TO CERTAIN FACETS OF LIFE AND SPIRITUAL WISDOM ARE CONTROL FREAKS.&lt;br /&gt;So, it's like this: Who are we in the world? Who are we in the Universe? And who are we on our own Anishinabe world and communities?&lt;br /&gt;Most of our past Spiritual people answered all of these questions by living-lilving the truths of life and nothing else. Trial and error were essential to thier survival.&lt;br /&gt;Now, in todays time thier is no time for trial and error, because everyone is programmed to see all of your errors and give you thier opinion because they have no time to reflect what they see about you.&lt;br /&gt;Ogabaak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270876504505301471-8357624967921476634?l=aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/8357624967921476634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6270876504505301471&amp;postID=8357624967921476634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/8357624967921476634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270876504505301471/posts/default/8357624967921476634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aboriginalfirstvoices.blogspot.com/2008/01/coming-home-reality-connection.html' title='Coming Home----A reality Connection'/><author><name>Jason lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879951207029009385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9JNpj_Unoc/R9RiM5SROLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bT740J2_VMc/S220/Pow-wow_2008%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
