The Death Cries of an Old System and the Birth of a New Day

I can hear the death pangs, the painful death cries of an old, outworn system dying...This is a time, my beloved relatives, when we must be very careful! If you've been around animals in their death throes, denying their inevitable death, struggling for their last breath, they're very, very dangerous.

But, as well, when we listen carefully, we can hear the beautiful sounds of the Birth Cries, emerging everywhere, all at once, of a new Springtime, a New Day, a New Time, in which we'll fully realize who we truly are and that each and every one of us is Sovereignty, Ancient, Imperishable and Everlasting!

The Day Has Dawned that Shall Not Be Followed By Night!

With this spiritual understanding, we will recognize that we are part of One Indivisible Human Family, Unified in Our Diversity!"

Dekshi and Brother Phil Lane Jr., Hinhan Wicasa and Deloria Tiospayes, Ihanktonwan, and Chickasaw Nation!

A painting in blue and white tones of a frost-covered bison walking toward the viewer through snow, with a herd of bison emerging from swirling mist behind it.