I apologize for inconveniences, but this must be done and is LONG overdue.
Category: Personal Views
For some reason that remains a mystery for the time-being, our connectivity to the internet is crippled. It started off when Facebook changed some things, Firefox’s update, and somewhere in there something reacted badly to our Firewalls, which are now ‘hyper protective’, and are being worked on.
It’s not a ‘serious’ issue, but we cannot access Facebook, I can’t get here to WordPress reliably, and connection speeds are usually dismally low.
So, we’re working on it, and no problem is without a solution, and we’re GOING to find the solution for this nuisance.
I am hoping this gets posted on Facebook, and to all our friends who see this, we’re still here…just forging on ahead in the great war vs. software snags.
However, our newest addition, an un-named grey kitten is doing just fine. Had a busy day, but all the rest accepted him and adopted him, including Eydis who really does make a good ‘Big Sister’. 😀
Just searching on ‘Flint Knives’ and found this…a Gent to keep an eye out for if you’ve a mind for making a hobby, or business, of flintknapping.
Third Annual Ft. Hamby Pow Wow held in Wilkesboro NC. It was presented by the Blue Ridge Intertribal Pow Wow Association and the W. Kerr Scott Dam and Reservoir. There were many events and crafts centered around Native American Indian Culture. I was particularly interested in flint knapping, which is the art of making arrowheads, spearheads, knives and sharp edged tools out of silica based stone. I met an instructor by the name of Barry who is himself part Cherokee by heritage. He began teaching me about flint knapping by explaining the materials and tools of the craft.
Marlene Blackwinter, and while many detractors wish I would just die, that’s not going to happen for a LONG time to come. So, all of my detractors, enemies and hasslers better just resign themselves to the fact I am here in this world to stay, and know a bit more about things than they think.
As some of you know, I was dead once, after the home-invasion incident a few years back when I was in ICU for a week. I was full-flatline, both EEG & EKG for 3 minutes and 43 seconds.
That was an experience I Treasure, and I will always be more grateful than I can ever speak to the staff who didn’t give up on trying to resuscitate me…they kept the ‘door’ wedged open for me to come back and rejoin this world and Husband.
I could have remained there, and I was tempted, but I Chose to return because I would not accept the price of choosing to remain:
Breaking the heart of the Man I married ad who has given me such a terrific life and taught me so much.
I didn’t return for some ‘Great Purpose’, I came back out of love for the Man who gave me a a genuine Life instead of wasting my days in a 1 bedroom apartment in the city with a mind-numbing job as I was doing.
What was it like? Wonderful…but even now, years later, it is extremely difficult to frame in words. I don’t think it’s meant to be framed in words, as there just are NO words for aspects of that experience. That is why I speak little about it, I simply have very little that I am able to convey in the limits of language. It feels like being a mouse and trying to give a PhD. thesis on the collected history of Art and Science together.
I take my Native Aboriginal American ancestry seriously. I never sought it out, I found my way back to the Band of my Great-Grandmother by happenstance and marriage. It was only when I wore a bracelet and a necklace that I found in all the ‘remnant estate’ stuff that came from England that the Elders of the Band started getting curious.
Which led to things being asked, old heirlooms, letters and photographs found, compared, carefully assessed. And I learned who I was, where a significant part of m came from, and a very precious part of my Geneology and Family history I never knew about.
My Great-Grandfather came across from England for ONE reason; To find & marry a Native American woman, to record and study as much of Native culture as he could, as he knew it was rapidly being made Extinct. He came close to being killed more than once, but perservered, and eventually found my Great-Grandmother and her Band. He stayed two years, learning, living and studying before he left for England with her. In that time, he left an impression that exists even today as well as evidence in the form of personal possessions he left behind, that he had made Gifts of to Band members.
In England, he encouraged my Great-Grandmother to continue the Native Traditions and living as best as possible, and helped her do so as much as Humanly possible–and in that day and age, it could NOT (and was not) a simple matter.
He also worked out ways for her to send letters to her Band, some of those old letters exist even today, I’ve held them, read them, and while she missed her family, she was genuinely happy. In time, she had children, one of whom was my Grandmother, who went on to serve in WW2: She was with British Intelligence, and dropped alone into France to aid the French Resistance in getting up to speed and serious effectiveness. She was raised ‘Native’ by my Great-Grandmother, which made all the difference in her surviving that assignment and flourishing in it, very much to the detriment of Nazi Germany and more than a few Nazi soldiers..
Life led to my being born, and in time I met a rather Interesting Man, whom I would later marry…and whom is from the same Band as my Great-Grandmother, and also the conduit that led me me back to the land my Great-Grandmother walked and the people she loved. I don’t look Native, I have a ‘hand-me-down’ Brit accent, and was born to British parents who left England for Canada. I’m Norse-fair skinned and 6’3 in bare feet courtesy of my Grandfather who was just a hair over 7’0 himself.
I am the Last of my British/European lineage, which is now Extinct in Europe & Britain…but I am among Family, here in these lands I inadvertantly found my way Home to.
They have embraced me as family, love me, teach me and help me find my way deeper into our culture, the nuances of genuine understanding regarding the ‘how’, the ‘why’, the history. That I returned my Great-Grandmother’s blood to her lands & people, by happenstance, seems in some way quite significant to our Elders, but I am happy to hear is not ‘unique’ and is occuring more & more.
My loyalty is to my people, The First Peoples Of The Nations. That loyalty extends to & includes the documents known colloquially as the American Constitution also, as they carry a universal truth the Peoples Of The Nations have always known.
But, I give NO allegiance to any government but what we Native Aboriginal Americans are making for ourselves, and history will show plainly why I do not:
They do not deserve it.
They have done nothing to earn it.
They keep PROVING we are right in extending NO trust to them.
Some folks in the Nations think there’s not a chance in hell of The People of The Nations ever achieving a meaningful future, and try to draw the threadbare weeds of despair about them a bit snugger.
Well, those folks are Wrong. That’s not just fluffy False-Talk, I’ll back it up.
Israel…now there is a nation we can look towards for Inspiration. Right about now, some of you bridle and are about to spout off about ‘poor palestine’ and how we Natives have ‘solidarity’ with palestine. Fine, ok, I will address that point.
Before you attack me in defense of the False-Talking squatters over there, I Challenge you to find me some Genuine, Validated Archeological evidence that Proves ‘palestine’ is ancient and the ancestral lands of ‘palestinians’.
Good luck finding it, there’s more evidence to support the existence of Atlantis.
Also, find the answers to these questions:
Now, back to Israel and how it applies to The Nations…
Israel built itself up out of the Desert. Consider that.
The Peoples of The Nations, hell, we live in a paradise of resources to work with, and we can do so WITHOUT destroying the lands our Ancestors walked and loved.
New energy technologies that show up combustion-based systems as the obsolete junk they are.
Aquaculture-linked Microfarming that allows for very impressive yields with none of the expensive and toxic chemicals that are commonly associated with farming.
In short, Reservations can become so much MORE and BETTER!! The Cores of Micronations…True steps towards Building our Sovereignty, ass individuals and as Nations.
We, the descendants of our Grandmothers and Grandfathers can make this happen for ourselves, our children, for the future of our Peoples and Nations–we CAN recuperate from the past!
I will remind you of one Esssential Truth that applies to The Peoples of The Nations so very fully and perfectly…
Thank-you to James Jones for bringing this to my attention.
#R.I.P. #RESPECTS #Condolences
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