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

"I can hear the death pangs, the painful death cries of an old, outworn system dying...This is the time we have to be very, very careful! Because if you've been around animals in their death throes, in a state of the denial of their inevitable death, struggling for their last breath, they're very, very dangerous.

But, as well, if we listen carefully, we can hear the beautiful sounds of the birth cries, emerging everywhere, 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! With this, we will also recognize that we're all part of one indivisible Human Family, unified in our diversity!"

Brother Phil Lane Jr., Hinhan Wicasa Oyate, Ihanktonwan, and Chickasaw Nations!

A monarch butterfly emerging from its clear, split chrysalis, its black and white spotted body hanging below the empty casing against green foliage.

A newly emerged monarch butterfly with folded orange and black wings hanging from its empty chrysalis in a green garden.