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

"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 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, a New World, a New Global Civilization, 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, United in our Diversity!"

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

A monarch butterfly with orange wings veined in black and spotted with white hangs from a white surface against green foliage.

A monarch butterfly emerging from its transparent, split chrysalis, its black and orange wings still folded, with green leaves behind.