A religious land, a commodity religiosity, and on repenting at the gates.

A religious land, a commodity religiosity, and on repenting at the gates.

"The more I consider the condition of the white men, the more fixed becomes my opinion that, instead of gaining, they have lost much by subjugating themselves to what they call the laws and regulations of civilized socities."

-Tomochichi , Creek Chief

The Native Americans are gone. If not completely, then what is left of them is just a small remnants, and on some levels integrated into the society as a whole. They're not here to guide us on this journey.

This perilous land, 
this perilous land, 
this perilous land. 

this perilous land that we do not now how to navigate, 
and neither do we know or not know how to take care of.

To those who are calling for an end of days they are right. And to those who are calling for change and a better world they are also right. If you can imagine it, you are right for the world always spins in that direction.

Our guides are not here to take care of our journey, to show us how to take care of the land we inherited, or more rightly took and stole by force.

Its time to quit leaving our destinies in the hands of politicians and laws, and take them and place these same destinies into our hands, pursue them with all our hearts and dreams. You do not strive for your destiny until you feel a shiver in every inch of your skin and body.

We need to pause, to take a deep breath, to take a second, then take another... and then to think of all the evils, the sins we have committed just during that one day. And then the whole week, and then a month. Repent. Repent.

And slowly wave away our blues, our troubles leave us slowly, and all the world around us aligns to support us, to lift us with the spirit of the trees, the breeze that passed through ages to reach us today.