tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-111078112024-03-13T09:24:08.487-08:00AlaskaVillageTalesWelcome to AlaskaVillageTales, aka YVC-Your Village Called!!! or (Yukon Villages Consortium) by Samuel L Flyinghorse.
YVC is the next biggest zany Alaska Blog sitcom to wander across the muskeg since the tv show "Northern Exposure".
YVC is an all star cast of Alaska Villages, demanding Elders, disgruntled Teens, lively Children and lost sled Dogs.
Call the Alaska State Troopers, Quick! Wake the VPSO!! It's time for fun!samuellflyinghorsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06939857667230839992noreply@blogger.comBlogger471125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11107811.post-28381723538627582362018-04-22T23:17:00.003-08:002018-04-22T23:17:51.080-08:00Passing OnBad molars, need root canals I guess. Now and then left or right lower jaw swells up, gets inflamed, eating becomes a chore and my neck is tender along w/ all other musculaskeletal aches & pains of head & neck occur.<br />
So I got some Tylenol pills and go through my days here, lethargic, and today, I curled up on sofa in Mom's house and slept a few hours.<br />
As always, my Consciousness / Spirit / Essence / AwakenedSelf, Whatever YOU call it floated off away from my body.<br />
<br />
You recall, one of those brendanFrasier/Rachelweiss "theMummy" movies,<br />
When thePriest does his incantations and up from the depths below you see a dark ghostly shape float around, then settles in on the mummy / person on altar they're trying to Ressurect. And the motionPicture "cams" in, pans in, moves and it's like YOU are floating around.<br />
I went to theOtherSide again, and in that 1st person view I entered a house, and there was sadness there.<br />
<br />
Her body was laying on her bed, covered in sheets and blankets,<br />
I looked around as I floated unseen to anyone in the house, mourning shadows, I didn't see people as you or I would see today when we enter an abode, look around and "see" people. But on theOtherSide you typically only end up "seeing" what it is that you are there in your dream / vision to see, and all else is furniture, shadows, dust, tricks of the light.<br />
<br />
Her family had already found her, tried to wake her, then realized she was "gone", and quietly covered her up and notified authorities-awaiting their arrival, and then I slipped in.<br />
<br />
Like the dark shadow in that Mummy movie, that wrapped up around the body it was to enter,<br />
Like zootSuit in that recent "theMartian" movie w/ christopherLoyd, :P<br />
I sidled up to her body and embraced her.<br />
<br />
She was still "alive", although DEAD, she was still in her body, trapped in darkness of her making and not sure of what happened to her until my touch. Her body had not been taken away, had not been cut up for autopsy, no organs of hers cut out / harvested etc. She was still intact but dead.<br />
<br />
"Where am I?" her thoughts raced.<br />
...."yoouu"... she realized who I was, recalled what I had been to her in Life, what little importance I had been to everyone in Life.<br />
<br />
"you are safe", my embrace answered her. <br />My first person perspective, like lovers view, settled over her, embracing her, "Laying" on her, just letting her feel love and comfort. For some Spiritual things that can happen between people is on a different level than what we experience in mortality and does not render a Hug, an Embrace or even cosmicSex as "dirty". But I just hugged her.<br />
<br />
In life, her family loved her, most of theVillage loved her, but not everyone.<br />
Now the stark realization of life and death were settling in on her and to be in darkness wasn't what she expected, none of us truly expect that, but, in truth, at death, you head to the black.<br />
But most of the brainwashed masses of humanity eventually go to the false light and are segregated / gathered into one place by "Watchers".<br />
<br />
Eventually she sat up on her own out of her body.<br />
My dream, my OBE session and pointOfViews did change when she "awakened" after receiving my thoughts about death and her life.<br />
I found myself back in Seattle, in a Massage setting somewhere,<br />
an older lady in place of theDeceased,<br />
My manual therapies being done my client sat up on her own, gathered the sheet upon her bossom and turning away from me, back & buttocks exposed, lifted her hair and shook it loose from her ponytail.<br />
Thank you, she said.<br />
Her selfRealizations were mostly hers, her decisions were mostly hers that led her in life up to that point but we can all influence others just a tiny bit in day to day dealings and the Woman seated on the table was happy to have opened her eyes again after having them closed for a short time.<br />
<br />
My Self, ended theOBE and my body woke up, Dad was moving in and out of theHouse, my two cats were near me, Sleeping.<br />
<br />
There's more that happened in today's OBE.<br />
I know who this person is that is next to die.<br />
More transactions took place, more telepathic spiritual communications took place,<br />
More sadness and pain she felt but that was soon removed.<br />
These things are sacred.<br />
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-Thursday, June 3, 2010 at 11:08am AKDT</div>
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navyParachute
rigger, 2 deployments, now armyInfantryman on first deployment. wow. Im
not jealous Sgt or Spec who badmouths Iraqis, Im ok.</div>
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-Thursday, June 3, 2010 at 11:04am AKDT</div>
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Wouldn't
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now I'm in military and at 42yrs old, most people would not.</div>
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-Thursday, June 3, 2010 at 10:59am AKDT</div>
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doc listens then comments, it's true tho, theHazing got out of control
and brought up nitemares, but it's not me w/problems.</div>
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Now food restriction lifted, They await PT test results, who cares.</div>
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full
day of RecCtr tomorrow, I'll hit "karateKat" / bag & mat room
before my shift, PT test Sat morning, I worry not, Life is,</div>
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<br />
nothing going on<br /> I can only sit and wait,<br /> advance party moved on, will return<br /> another part of us went elsewhere for nearby resources<br /> we survive, we are not alone<span class="text_exposed_show"><br /> we live, forever.<br /> -giantsOnMars Bil yrs ago<br /> -Lakota group Bils yrs ago across theVerse<br /> -drunkSon, Alaska</span><br />
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<span class="text_exposed_show">We do as has always been done before.</span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show">Life for us has been forever, from before us and long after us.</span><br />
<br />
<span class="text_exposed_show">We move through time in this temporary place, </span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show">We hide in plain sight amongst you</span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show">we are not seen by you</span><br />
<br />
<span class="text_exposed_show">but we have seen your ancestors, and we have seen your grandchildren's grand children,</span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show">we have seen the beauty of the timeTunnels we navigate through from time to time,</span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show">a small group of us, safe inside what you would know as a Tipi,</span><br />
<br />
<span class="text_exposed_show">We know the Creator, </span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show">We look like Him.... and like Her....</span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show">you do too</span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show">but you need to find that out for yourself.</span><br />
<br />
<span class="text_exposed_show">If you do, </span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show">and there are very few others of your kind that do,</span><br />
<br />
<span class="text_exposed_show">we may see each other out there, beyond space and outside of time</span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show">Within the same Time Band traveling towards each other and then passing,</span><br />
<br />
<span class="text_exposed_show">We've seen Others before like this,</span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show">the LongBoats of old w/ sacred stones on deck and wooden shields lining the sides, huge muscled men & striking women waving at us, we wave back,</span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show">theVimana's of old, from a couple of people on straw mats to very large cities, and many other large structures & vehicles as they traveled. </span><br />
<br />
<span class="text_exposed_show">In old days of any Earth, any ancient Native/indigenous craft could destroy all the planets w/ 1 rocket or 1 ray burst,</span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show">but the enlightened minds and souls within,</span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show">used peace and happiness as the tools to destroy walls and barriers of distrust, division amongst all races of Beings throughout theVerse, </span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show">Often many nomads, from all the Beings were ambassadors...... eventually.</span><br />
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<span class="text_exposed_show">In this physicality,</span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show">this density and locked in by time I wait.</span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show"><br /></span>
<span class="text_exposed_show">I will be moving on soon to new adventures w/ People I love and hold dear.</span><br />
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<span class="text_exposed_show">-Hunkpapa Lakota</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><!-- UltraGuest HTML Code Start -->
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<br />
-30K? nation wide, a number I read about 20yrs ago, currently most
Lakota now mix w/ others, only PureBloods / fullBloods are about 50yrs
& older (average)<br />
<br /> -Creator / the Great Spirit / 2 advanced
humans, Most likely Female as "God" because Lakota culture is
matriarchal society based and we elevate females. Family is important to
us. From that you see what we see as far as who is "God" in childs eyes
and the men (Mom). Simple as that, no classes, no priesthoods, no
ordnances, no gospels, just family units back to beginning.<br />
<br /> -no
founders, no prophets, no One person elevated above others, but recent
history would tell you of WhiteBuffaloCalfWoman (a Female Goddess) that
visited humanity and showed the way to live.<br />
<br /> -no books, we descend
from advanced people, theStarPeople, who in their cosmic migrations
found Earth long ago, those that settled here were as the Creator Gods
and society that followed them walked in high living & high
technology, to include using the (now feeble) mortal mind 100%+ and w/
full cognitive abilities there was no need for notebooks, recording
devices, cameras etc because the Soul/thePerson was Eternal (mortalBody
temporary) and had ALL experiences from Eternities of Living out there
in Cosmos and on various Earths & knowledge from Others that was
shared freely "recorded" upon them/in them, Each mortal person was
eventually expected to find higherSelf and "Connect" back to the
Ancestors and fully w theCreator and to Connect any current Mortal
itteration to their higher God self and continue life out
there-elsewhere in theVerses. But as society fell, then rose, and fell
and rose etc mortals relied upon external things to help remember. Our
past 300 to 1000yrs ago saw influx of pelts / animal hide where
pictographs of important events & people were drawn to record
things, From last few thousand years was always Oral stories & songs
that recorded information too, Awakened Lakota know of DNA access as
well and most are individually seeking the old ways. Even Lakota tipi,
regalia/native dress, language etc is another form of external things to
help us, Small things but great as theLakota tipi tells you of
vortexes, stargate, time tunnel travel, and wormholes, black holes. All
things yet again external and mortal.<br />
<br /> -a matriarchal society reveres
it's strong females who step up to lead Families and often who bear
children and continue Lakota ways of life. Even modern Lakota ways had
WOMEN owning material things, owning tipi and who was in charge of
husband & wife relationship, and men often did hunter gather roles
and warfare / peoples protection job.<br />
<br /> -a Creator that lives,
ancestors literally from / of Off this earthworld, Life and existence is
eternal, family units kept small & close and a few Lodges / tipi
travel together and on up to larger groups meet & gather
periodically then scatter. Ethos / commandments, creeds similar to
today's various good teachings global, Pray and meditate daily, Connect
w/ Creator, be friends and allies to ALL people and all other Beings the
Creator made (animals, fishes, birds, insects, creeping crawly things,
bigfoots, yeti, giants, reptilians & reptile-human hybrids,
canine/wolf people "aliens" etc)in peace.<br /> As society now awakens to
itself more, Lakota and other Natives & worldwide indigenous will
soon stand up in unison and in detail, w/ historical facts, accurate
dates, names, places On & Off world. And most w/ access to their
Lineage artifacts will show the world OUR history and true cultures that
once existed on Earth in full,<br />
<br /> Dominant society seeks to suppress things much better than itself. <br />
Natives know Earth does society reset periodically so we don't worry
about genocide and cultural suppression. We know know Earth is a Female,
we KNOW things from the beginning<br />
<br /> We are Lakota.<br />
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one hoped that
theMPs soon would be there,<br />
As Sam!! in his PTs and TAG
(theArmyGirlfriend) eating her burritoWrap,<br />
did snuggle the bunk for a
long postDrunk nap,<br />
When out in theLot there arose such a clatter,<br />
Sam!!
sprang to his feet hoping LilDragon was bringing his tenfuPupu platter"<br />
-from "theSamBeforeChristmas!!"<br />
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a FaceBook post from 2010 fortStewart, Georgia era.<br />
I used to write some stupid shit,<br />
Still do!!<br />
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this is the cat's Igloo shelter.<br />
It's all covered in about a foot of snow from recent Dec 2017 snow storm for us.<br />
We easily got about 18inch or more in a few hours.<br />
So I stepped off Mom's porch and then had to step back and take a hard look at this before I busted out laughing...... Then I too my finger and made the eyes and nose.<br />
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a simple thing for most people.<br />
a novelty.<br />
but you sell it to a Native family, and there's a Son in that family who is strange.<br />
He remembers various Incarnations upon Earth for last 250yrs at least. And has alluded to this upon other social media posts. He remembers being w/ his mother a few months before he was born, he remembers his birth and remembers all the dead people & other things he saw since then. All his life.<br />
You give someone an icon to his native culture like this and wow.<br />
It comes alive for an Awake person.<br />
you get incredible sleep dreams and memorable OBE/out of body experiences and meditation is life changing while inside this..... this novelty.<br />
Currently there's a bed inside, small dresser, night stand, sofa and a chair. And a partial Ozan overhead.<br />
This is just a shadow of once was for lakota ancestors, let alone for today in 2017.<br />
Looking at it is a lesson in Sacred Geometry.<br />
Sitting in an empty tipi is a lesson upon the Atom and other structure that make up our physical world.<br />
You take into a place like this what you Have. And if you align yourself w/ theCreator you get back so much more.<br />
I am Lakota.<br />
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Stole this pix from a astronomy site from facebook.<br />
Isn't it cool that you can take a photo or drawing of a Lakota Tipi and insert it in middle of the vortex of this photo?<br />
Like a Cone, each side / end of this illustration points its smaller end towards the middle.<br />
So what object, what structure, what cultural icon from an ANCIENT indigenous culture here on Earth has survived the ages and is still Looked Upon by the world? a Lakota Tipi / a plains Indian tipi.<br />
One tipi in my yard, presently, has the top exposed poles sticking so far up you could almost put another tipi cover on upside down and have 2 tipis. :P<br />
But whether it's my 2 tipis in the yard or what ever I illustrate / doodle on social media or by what ever example I post, it's showing You that my Lakota people knew of the old ways of space travel. My people of Old knew of manipulating of Time & Space.<br />
We traveled in such advanced devices, You just had to step in and could be where ever you chose to be (starGate), or you could travel incredible distances in few hours, days and see the physical universe around you (and most Lakota traveled this way). <br />Do not think that such things are sciFi and fantasy.<br />
Things exist on this Earth much like they did long ago. Because one or two people in every race / color / people will "Awaken" throughout the generations and enlighten themselves.<br />
This has happened to me, and I possess some things & knowledge too.<br />
Various people across theInet are also awake.<br />
Find them, follow them, Awaken yourself and follow your own paths in life. You might be the next great teacher or Leader for us.<br />
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Love my boogieBoard.<br />
Then Mom got another one for me, a Jot BB.<br />
I slapped it atop this one and secured them to the BookSize nylon case I carry my 2 smart phones / accessories / $ / ID etc within. The case is as big as the blue BB and about 2.5" thick when packed with shit.<br />
Never lose your innerChild and creativity.<br />
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I humor myself.<br />
And I drink and smoke, nothing but hard distilled spirits and menthols for me. <br />
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slflyinghorse_hunkpapalakotaLakota Pictograph.<br />11 items.<br />My timeline.<br />If you do your own start center and spiral out. If you box yourself in it means you will die soon.<br />I will post later.<br />slflyinghorse_hunkpaplakota<br />1. August, Month of chokeCherries. Under certain star alignment. My 1st name Mama called her lil' Boy.<br />2. Consciousness w/ Mom before my birth. During. Afterwards. I was aware of 2 females in the house I was born in, the Dots under my feet.<br />a Main picture can be symbolized.<br />Anything under or next to is of something deeply spiritual or holy to you, What happened, a count of times.<br />3. I was born to a SpeaksWalking woman. Female symbol and trail she leaves in life, Eternal, Great and lasting like Galaxy out there.<br />4. I see Dead People. Toddler crawling around & seeing an Uncle visit us the day he died. My first, a lifetime of seeing Unseen since.<br />Creator visited me 5x in life, Both of them. Man to left, Breasted beautiful motherGoddess on right.<br />2 sacred artifacts/experiences received in life and 3rd, Tipi, Started receiving knowledge of, a connection to my Lakota heritage, since childhood.<br />5. Ancient Lakota carried "shepherdsStaff" w/ middleEastern Aunk style end. This honor went to warChiefs/MedicineMen. On this is USflag and 2 feathers (twice Enlisted) Arrow/projectileWeapon, stoneAx/ImpactTool and bareHand says, In my flesh in life I am CombatVeteran that took life.<br />6. Vanity & Reflection.<br />simple Mirror & Comb. Yes. Lakota Women had these items for thousands of years. Once I was licensedCosmetologist and stood before mirror w/ my Female clients in chair. :P Even I grow my hair long a few years then cut it.<br />7. Bare hand, simple dot/circle (females). Holding what ideals, gender is closest to me. Female symbol underneath, my target market when I was also licensedMassagePractitioner.<br />8. Simple warShield. Holding later on in life over Family, select friends. Tipi/sacred shape inside that in turn is still w/ me where & what Power comes from here on earth.<br />9. Moving to where 8 stars of Gold on a field of Blue is theMotto, Alaska. Meeting again w/ deceased, w/ motherCreator, in my Police/EMT work I did at one time.<br />10. I live now w/ Ahtna, PeopleOftheIce. I look at 2 of 5 nearby mountains, 18yrs now, I watch Sun & Moon & Stars but cherish the hard Cold of Winter the most.<br />11. Standing in and between 2 Worlds. Crossing over twice due to stupidity/Alcohol poisoning, Father booted me back. Currently 2 tipi in yard and last few years of unEmployment gives me free time to think/meditate, Find myself and put all this together.<br />My Lakota People came from theStars millions of years ago. Some stayed, some moved on, They will return, Most of us will move on. I post to Twitter & publicFacebook recently. <br />What you are given in life will always stay w/ you. <br />We are Eternal Beings in mortal life for short time/s, <br />Make the most of Your time. <br />Find your Self.<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><!-- UltraGuest HTML Code Start -->
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Still doodling here and there on paper or on my Jot BoogieBoard, or my Crayola LightBox w/ dryEraseCrayons (yes, still a kid at heart and found the lightBox in thrift store)<br />
<br />
Lakota are from StarPeople.<br />
I write about such things extensively on twitter, faceBook, no time to explain here.<br />
The doodle here.<br />
upper Right is a BlackHole, you follow an object making a path into swirling galaxies, and one path breaks away (Lakota StarPeople settling here and there while others move on) and onto another blackHole and through it.<br />
On left side, you see a Tipi doodling sitting inside a Sphere.<br />
<br />
These are things I've found out about MY lineage. My people.<br />
You might not believe such things, it's My bloodLine I follow, not Yours.<br />
Find your own way and be happy w/ that as I am happy w/ my own life and discovering my own Native heritage.<br />
<br />
:)<br />
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Other Side of the Door<br /> at first, she, like other young girls do, <br /> followed her matriarch around and mimicked her cleaning activities,<br /> helping w/ dishes and preparing foods for theLakota men,<br />
her toddling hands tended the old wood burning stove and balancing upon
a chair she stirred the soups and watched her grandmother cook the
meats,<br />
<br /> from a young age she learned to make breads and followed lifelong the recipes,<br /> but from all these women folk activities it was the floor sweeping that fascinated her.<br />
at first, the small, broken wisk broom was hers to command and piles of
dust soon stood up tall at her feet, proud and soldierly, then Granma
would scoop up the dust, discarding it outside. <br /> she followed such domestic habits later on in life,<br />
<br />
her younger brothers, in haste moving through the house-eager to grab
something from their room and depart would sometimes step on her dust
piles, "sorry Sis", <br />
In time, her first born Son was her
companion, crawling behind her and at first, in Toddler explorations,
would grab at the dust pile she made, "no no nonono" her motherly voice
coo-d to him, Stopping tiny hands from lifting the debris to his mouth.
Tiny face and "O" shaped mouth uplifted to her in surprise. Her heart
warmed.<br />
<br /> At first, in her youth the same dream came to her over and over again, and lifelong it came.<br />
It changed over time, the details, but she was always sweeping
something out of the way, or moving things and in that dream, her young
son was replaced by her little daughter, standing behind her clutching
her skirt or pants leg and watching.<br /> Then it was her younger son, toddling behind her, watching, always they watched her do things expectantly. <br />
In time, her companion was an adult like herself.<br />
<br /> In her sleep dreams she was always sweeping her house and her company was always standing close. <br /> "Why aren't YOU doing this for me? she thought to herself, but never said anything. <br />
She moved one room to the next sweeping and He was always behind her,
watching her work in what seemed to be patriarchal arrogance,<br />
<br />
At
first, she would pause her sweeping to look at the Man next to her but
he would look away. It could've been her Dad, or her brothers, she
wasn't sure as often shadows would hide his face and clothes.<br />
She
continued sweeping, cleaning and moving from room to room he followed
her.<br />
<br />
At first, she was inside a house but soon that dream moved
her outside and she'd be sweeping the hard ground off the sidewalk, off
the driveway, she'd look up and vaguely recognize a house she once lived
in or presently dwelt in.<br />
At first, the item in her hand was a
broom, then other times it became a yard rake and she was making a path
across the leaf strewn yard and always theMan stood behind her making it
obvious that he step upon the clean surface she made.<br />
<br /> Always
watching her move, picking his teeth with a tooth pick, one time
sweeping his mouth with his finger and she recalled somehow cooking a
fine meal of tender meats for her companion but each time she looked to
see his face he would turn away or the wind picked up and stirred the
dust, or the leaves, or the snow she had moved and she turned her
attentions back to her work. <br /> "Why aren't YOU doing this for me?", but no answer came, only a shuffled footstep closer as she cleared a path to Somewhere.<br />
<br />
At first, the hard snow in front of her, in this sleep dream, was
unyielding and wouldn't break, she shoveled harder and the crust broke
revealing soft powder underneath.<br /> Break, scoop, toss aside. Break, scoop, toss aside, step forward. And soft footsteps behind her slid closer. <br />
Self congratulatory sighs and muffled exhalations were heard. Lips
would smack from hot coffee theMan had consumed moments before or from
meals she prepared and he never helped her clean or sweep, rake or
shovel.<br />
<br />
At first, she didn't know where she was making a path to. <br /> Once, she looked up from her labors and saw a house she had never lived in. <br />
Once, she looked up and saw 2 tipi in her yard and she shoveled snow,
moving slowly closer. For she thought she heard children's laughter
inside the bigger tipi.<br />
<br /> She cleared a path and stepped forward, the companion of hers always behind her, never helping.<br /> At first, she was cleaning, then sweeping, then shoveling.<br />
She recognized that lately she moved snow, gone were her children, gone
were the homes she once lived in and each setting thereafter she was
outside in the cold moving snow. <br /> Soon she felt the bitter cold and her hands numbed from gripping her shovel. No gloves, only cold and pain.<br />
<br />
At first, she was doing something with her hands but soon she was
Walking through deep snow.<br />
At first, she was barefoot and the cold jolt
from the snow upon her ankles awoke her from these dreams. <br /> But
after that, the same dream had her crunching through drifts and she
realized she had tall insulated boots on and the same Man was with her,
always a few steps behind her somehow perturbed that she had not stomped
the snow down enough for him to easily walk through.<br /> Why isn't HE helping me? Him.....Him.<br />
<br />
At first, he was bareheaded but now he had a gaudy cowboy hat upon his
head.<br />
She was quick to look back but his gaze lowered, hiding his face.
He was proud of his hat, simple, black colored and a tarnished silver
buckle clasped by worn leather strap. <br />
Up until then, she never
really noticed his clothes he wore, but he was always finely dressed for
the times of each repeat sleep dream. As the 1970s rolled on into the
1980s, into the 1990s he was dressed in clean clothes of the time.<br />
<br />
Always smiling at her, picking his teeth and standing idly by as she
worked to trod a path..... to where it was not yet revealed in her
dream.<br />
============<br />
<br />
excerpt from "The Other Side of the Door".<br /> a Lakota woman's account of one of several reoccurring dreams she had throughout her life.<br />
-LakotaWarrior</div>
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<br />December 2017
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The children are getting so big but still cute and tiny.
<br />
This December weather is crazy warm. But a blessing in disguise because I have no more wood and the toyo stove isn't working anymore so I took it to local repairman friend of ours.
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The fam is visiting South Dakota this holiday season so I watch our village houses. You'll find me more on facebook, twitter and instagram.
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:P
Haven't posted in ages I know. Just hiding out from theVillageChick!!'s :/
Which isn't a bad thing really, but I'm Just Saying.
You'll find me on Twitter. Look for SLFlyinghorse
And of course I'm on FaceBook. SamuelLFlyinghorse HunkpapaLakota
This year I turn 48.
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Summer 2017. I love theMoon. It isn't what people are taught to believe. It's a beautiful sacred thing. Pardon the Nov 2014 date. I save few words in blog and go back to write more or delete and post something else. <br />
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a Tipi we put up this summer. I love it inside. Round, no corners. No pretense, just...Original. But we took it down and extended the front part so it's not perfect cone or triangle.
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I been too busy with other stuffs on theNet to update this blog.
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Currently helping take care of 2 little young ones, from a distant niece / cousin of ours in SouthDakota, these children are lively and unpredictable.
Currently one is eating lasagna and WEARING it too, and has washed her hands in her cup of water and backwashed into her brothers water bottle and of course, as children all do she's put lasagna sauce fingerprints on her shirt, on the table and everything else she didn't touch. :)
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Problems like the ones addressed are real. I'm sure we've all seen things like this elsewhere, I'm glad to see someone is taking a stand and speaking out. Please repost and spread the news.
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Active Citizens for Tribal Truth (ACTT), I like the sound of that. Very direct and optimistic, yet I can’t help but wonder what is meant by truth? If truth means something that cannot be questioned or denied, & everything else is a lie, then those seeking tribal truth should also be open to their own lies. Especially those that helped create many of the social problems we see on our reservation today. Problems like, 1/3 of our women will be sexually assaulted in their lifetimes, and 4800 annual reports of child abuse & neglect, problems that carry no monetary or popularity gain, so they are rarely heard on the council floor. These combined with many of our other social problems, such as suicide, alcoholism and drug abuse. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out, that these problems are all related --- Immoral behavior is contagious. So when the innocence of our women and children are left alone, unprotected from the whim of immoral men, the future of our people does indeed appear bleak.
I hope we all wish to one day see a Standing Rock that is not covered in a thick fog of lies, greed & jealousy. Maybe the only way to achieve this is to pay a price for each of our individual debts. Debts that also reveal our personal sins, lies & acts that we’ve all done to hurt others which reveal much about who we are as individuals, as families and as a community.
A universal truth is, that none of us, not me, or any of you reading this, are without sin, past mistakes, or selfish deeds. That is one thing we all share as human beings, but what separates those who take responsibility for their mistakes, from those who do not, is that those who won’t, lack morality, and will continue to hurt others in without remorse. Common sense tells me that if our reservation is to ever move forward, towards a healthiere future, free from the many social sicknesses of today. Then we must first admit to our own lies. Expose those who don’t and hold accountable all those who are most responsible for creating these problems, no matter who they may be.
This is a confession of my lie, as it relates to “tribal truth.” I write this knowing full well of the repercussions that are to come: the social stigma, which will attach to relatives and I. The cutting of ties with many from my family, and many of you from our Standing Rock community; regardless of the turmoil in my future, this also affects all of you, so you deserve to know.
I’m originally from Cannon Ball, but grew up in Fort Yates, a son of the then Standing Rock Police Captain --- Archie Fool Bear. Who is now the present day spokesman for the recently developed ACTT group. A citizen of Standing Rock who claims to seek the truth of Standing Rock: what Archie has yet to realize, is that all he has to do, is take an honest look at his own family to find this truth he claims to seek. I reveal this information only with the consent of victims and witnesses of Archie’s despicable acts.
Much like the poor social state we see our reservation in today, which is the result of immoral & selfish men, who created a system that allowed for: lack of accountability for criminal acts, and for the shameful squabbling for power over limited resources, or to the false loyalties of corrupted traditions. Our family has also been poisoned by the sickness of one of these immoral men. In our case, an egocentric wannabe prophet with no conscience or remorse for any of the evil acts he has subjected others to.
He had a way of convincing his victims (and witnesses) through physical abuse and intimidation, along with emotional, sexual and verbal abuse, that all must remain loyal to family (meaning him) and keep silent about his many evil deeds. He insured his family (and relatives) that no one was more important or powerful than the great Archie Fool Bear, the Police Captain who had the legal authority to imprison, discredit and hurt anyone who stood in his way. He assured us he was the sole reason for all good things in our lives; indebting as many of us to his will as possible. We were prisoners in his deranged and violent world. I think many of us who grew up in these types of environments try to normalize these sick worlds we are forced into, in order to mentally survive and attempt to function as normal members of society.
Which brings us to the ultimate lie of my family: it is a lie that has devastated and destroyed many lives, a lie that has burdened our family for more than 20 years. You see, I come forward today because I recently lost someone very close to me. Someone who was also haunted with the guilt of not being able to protect a loved one from Archie. One of the most honorable men I’ve ever known --- Drew Red Dog. He was my 1st cousin, but all who knew of our relationship, know that Drew and I were the closest of brothers. There was nothing we would not do for each other, or for those we care for. We confided everything to one another, most recently about the dark secrets in our family’s history. The sick & depraved crimes Archie subjected our family to have been weighing on both of our shoulders, our entire lives. The abuses we were told as children to never talk about, in order to protect the family, (Archie). Like our culture teaches, we were also told to always forgive family, but neither of us could ever bring ourselves to forgive an un-remorseful and egoistic man.
Like many of you already have some knowledge of, Archie was investigated for child molestation in the early 1990s, charges that were never filed due to lack of witnesses and evidence. This is where my debt must also be revealed. The details of what I witnessed have no place in a public statement such as this, but the one thing I will profess, and so will the victim of this crime, is that Archie Fool Bear did indeed molest his daughter --- my sister Kerry. Along with several other children during that time period, yes while he was a SR Police Officer & Captain.
I walked in on it happening when I was very young, around 9 years old. So long ago, yet I can still remember the fear in my sisters eyes when she looked to me, terrified and helpless. The abuse continued and several years later, when Kerry was in High School, she worked up the courage, stood up to him, and reported Archie to the schools guidance counselor, Helen Lindgren. One would have hoped that Archie’s reign of terror on his family was soon coming to an end, and in some ways, I suppose it did.
I do not pretend to be a saint, nor someone who will ever be. I have committed more sins than I care to remember, and feel remorse and take responsibility for each. But the most remorseful sin of my life was not standing by my sister when she needed me the most. You see, I lied to the FBI when questioned about the sexual abuse I witnessed. I was intimidated by Archie and was too fearful of his repercussions to stand with her. So his lie then became my lie, and is now our family’s lie.
A short time passed after Kerry exposed him: charges were never filed & everybody abandoned her. She was left with nowhere else to go, but back into the sick world she escaped from, which only gave credit to Archie’s story, (where of course), he claimed she was lying. She was then pressured into believing that the best thing for “the family” was for her to recant her statement to the authorities, thus sealing Archie’s lie for the next 20 years --- until now. He has been building onto this lie ever since. Using it as an excuse to hold a debt over Kerry’s life, constantly bombarding her with the reminder of her betrayal to family (him), the lie he created is now his only salvation, and he will do anything to protect it.
Since my lie to the FBI; I’ve been trying to rationalize that decision ever since. As if I had any control over my world then. Yes I lived in a highly abusive home where personal safety was non-existent. Yes I was very young, barely a teenager when questioned by the authorities. Over the last 20 years; counselors, therapists, family members and friends have all said the exact same thing. That we were brainwashed, physically assaulted, mentally tormented and powerless in an environment controlled by the most powerful man in our community, (at that time). The man with the highest authority to cease one's life or freedom --- a corrupt Police Captain. Who was there to go to? Who was there to stop him? Who could have protected us under his roof? I am always told not to blame myself, that I was a powerless child, yet I still do and probably always will. Much the same way as my brother Drew did.
I think most of us, who were ill affected by Archie, have always held out hope, that there may be an ounce of good left in him, and he would someday come forward as the honorable man he portrays himself as, and admit to his sick depravities. Releasing Kerry from the shadow of lies he holds over her and also freeing Drew, myself and everyone else from the guilt we’ve carried in protecting “the family,” but I have come to realize that Archie has long since sided with evil and is far beyond reconciling his sins, and we can no longer carry his burden for him.
The reason I know he will deny the truth and avoid responsibility for the rest of his days, is because 2 months ago when he began physically and mentally tormenting another family member. I told him bluntly, face to face, that his behavior would no longer be tolerated & that he was to begin repairing his relationship with his daughter Kerry. That if he didn’t, I was not going to protect him any longer. His other children have since given him the same choice. He’s had every opportunity to avoid exposure & make the transition towards being a father & honorable man. But instead, he has once again chosen his lie and is again attempting to strengthen his hold over Kerry. Hoping to once again, cover the sinful tracks of his past. Since our conversation that day, several relatives have come forward & revealed many more abuses that Archie subjected our families to; (during that same time period), 20+ years ago. Abuses I had no knowledge of until only recently. This new knowledge along with his blatant lack of remorse and continued selfishness, has added even more reason for his public exposure.
I truly believe that the members of our reservation and my family owes my sister Kerry a debt of great gratitude, because without her standing up to him, he would most likely still be enjoying his legal power & authority over all of us. He may have continued with his depraved acts on the innocent within his own family, everything that ceased when Kerry exposed him two decades ago. She knocked him back onto his heels, and he’s been trying to regain his footing ever since. If he had remained chief of police, who knows how many more families may have been destroyed, victimized & corrupted? So thank you Kerry, you are truly an unspoken hero.
Tactics he will use in the weeks to come will be the same complete denial of his crimes, he will use his past status as a police officer, and he will also utilize his criminal justice system knowledge. He knows, that the success of his lie depends on discrediting all who know his truth. This is the key. Which he knows will distort the truth, and leave a possibility open for his lie’s survival. This is a successful strategy used by defense attorneys, (to create a reasonable doubt). This is how he has avoided the consequences for his crimes all his life. As long as he can get enough of you to doubt his accusers, his lie remains intact.
Instead of coming to terms with his truth; that he molested his daughter (and other relatives’ children), and also mentally and physically abused his wife and son every day for as long as he could. Hoping to survive the judgment of his peers, he will go to his grave in denial. I made a statement to the authorities on Aug. 2nd, revealing all this same information I share with you today, yet most likely, he will never be prosecuted, or even questioned. A failed system he helped create. I know I have not a right to condemn another man, but I do take comfort in knowing that when he reaches the next world, God’s judgment will be swift and just. He may have learned to convince himself, of his own lies, but his lies will end at the foot of God.
For many years, I lost faith in the sanctity of family, because I never knew what that truly meant. Family to me meant protecting Archie’s lie; & I saw no honor in that --- thus I saw no trust for family. But I now realize that family means much more, it means protecting the innocence of women and children at all costs, because I know personally that the damage done is poisonous & lifelong. That loyalty to good should never be compromised with evil, no matter what the costs. Lies do not fade with time, believe me, it is quite the opposite. It is not the son’s burden to carry the guilt of a sinful father, nor is it the nephews to carry that of the uncles. So for Drew & my self’s families, our payment to (him) ends & his debt to you begins.
I am off-loading Archie’s burden back onto him. It is now his job to face this “tribal truth” he claims to seek. The truth, that it is immoral men like him that are most responsible for the mess we see our reservation in today. The primary reason why our families and community have broken down is because of a system he helped create; a corrupt system that allowed child predators and rapists to go un-punished, and the victims to go on --- un-protected. A shepherd would never expect a wolf to protect his herd, not even one disguised in police clothing. Yet on Standing Rock, this is what we have come to expect & accept.
I’m positive in the weeks to come; he will fight viciously to protect his lie and attempt to convince many of you, that he is the “victim” of some vast conspiracy plot against him. He’ll put on his humble man face and spread the word that his political enemies have gotten his children to lie about him, etc, etc... He will attempt to align himself with my brother Drew’s reputation, like he had anything to do with the great things about my brother. The truth is; Drew hated Archie for everything he’s done to our family. He expressed this to me (and others) on numerous occasions. Yet Archie, who never had a good thing to say about Drew, (until after his passing), in his sick & twisted little world, will try to use Drew’s death to his advantage. Don’t be fooled, my brother despised Archie and wanted him exposed.
He will spread baseless information (about me & anyone else, who knows his truth), to gain your confidence, just as he’s done in the past. He’s already begun his attack on Brenda & her family; spreading rumors that insinuate Brenda “may have” killed her husband. Knowing that Brenda knows his truth, he’s attempting to discredit her. He will also attempt to persuade Kerry to deny everything you’ve read today. He will claim to has taken & passed a polygraph, (lie detector test), which he didn’t. The truth is, he was offered the test to clear his name and he refused to take it. His lies will build onto one-another. The reason I know this, is because I have witnessed him do this my entire life. Cowardly selfish acts are exactly how he avoids responsibility for his depravities. But eventually his house of lies will collapse.
To answer the question why do I now come forward? After so much time has passed? The answer is, that this isn’t a recent event, but rather a lifetime of living under a shadow of lies. I’m come to realize that protecting “the family” means just that. Protecting those you love. It is time for both our community and my family’s healing to begin, evil must first be acknowledged before it can be vanquished. Honor must be restored and our children’s futures protected. I will not go to my grave allowing Archie’s victims to go unheard, his crimes unknown or his lies uncontested. My brother Drew also desired that the truth be told.
My family’s lie reflects the lies of our community. As long as everyone keeps their silence about these deranged men, and our Law Enforcement System continues to turn a blind eye, their sicknesses will spread and continue on to the next generations. Everyone needs to know the truth of Archie Fool Bear, (former Police Chief, One-time Tribal Councilman & Wannabe Chairman) so that history does not repeat itself. Those of you who have had similar experiences need to know that you’re not alone, that there is a healthier future, and we can do it together, as families of truth, part of one community. Men who victimize women & children are cowards. There is no need to fear such men (I’m sure there are more), they have no place in our people's future. They never should have been a part of our past.
I do not take any pleasure in writing this, it is truly one of the most painful things I’ve ever had to do, but I know it needs to be done. I have exhausted every option in allowing Archie to come forward on his own and save himself from the embarrassment of public exposure. I expect the worst is yet to come & that is fine. This statement is simply the “tribal truth” as I would testify to it, before judge, jury and God, and I will. I do not harbor any ill feeling toward the ACTT group or to the Fool Bear family, this is not an attack on them, but only an exposure of one immoral member, a member who has exploited and dishonored us all.
This is also my public announcement of dis-ownership of Archie Fool Bear, and anyone who will continue to support his lies. I do this in accordance with our customs and traditions, (publicly with cause). My loyalty has been misplaced in the corrupted traditions of a manipulative & un-remorseful tyrant, and it will now remain with those who need protection from such men. With this statement, I also announce the adoption of my traditional name, given by the late Joe Flying Bye, Mato Iyotake’ --- Sitting Bear. I sincerely apologize to my sister Kerry for not standing with her so long ago, and also for the prolonged suffering in silence that all other victims of Archie’s depravities have had to endure.
To Drew: I am honored to have known you. The truth has been told brother. Rest in peace.
Steven J. Sitting Bear, formally known as Steve Fool Duchess A. Standing Bear
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