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The Ama (water) is clear, clean and healing along it's path. The smell of the purple, yellow, white, red, orange, blue flowers are intoxicating. The songs of the birds of all sizes and kinds are invigorating, teaching, harmonizing with the droning of bees and butterflies and damsel flies. The graceful doe and her fawns walk through the forest with you teaching you which tender leaves to eat. The air that to-wa-di soars through is clean and crisp. Breath deep and get high from it's purity as you walk with me along the Red Road. Walk with Magpie Waters at Beaver Bend. Then make love with me as we share our bodies entwined tangled up together with clear skies above in the soft moonlight. Hooting along with great horned owls, howling like coyotes, purring like kittens nestled up to their warm caring mom. Snuggle and wiggle with me through the night. Let me run my fingers along your perfection whispering beautiful words of life to you as we walk together along the Red Road.
28 earthquakes in Idaho two nights ago. Montana is engulfed in fire and we have deep thick murky smoke from it here in Idaho. There have been huge temperature swings. Hide your head and deny the reality around you while you stuff your pockets and faces. Urinating on those who expose your greed and corruption while hiding behind your stars and stripes veiled behind red white and blue flags. You fly two flags made in China, sit on furniture made in Vietnam, rugs from Taiwan, cars made in Mexico, your dog food comes from innocent animals killed in mass at slaughter houses, all of it is delivered to your porches by contract labor (no retirement or benefits) by a company FedEx that supports a football team with a racist logo (Red Skins or Red Nigger), when diverse peoples stand up,Police Stand Down and deliver beat downs. It is time to Stand Tall, Stand Strong, and fight for Her. Protected by the U.S. Constitution, armed with love of Our Country, Our Land, Our Wildlife. Warriors arm yourselves with Her Love wisdom and ways. It is time to Abolish Greed and Corruption with truth and love. Fight for Peace.
“Ha”, exploded from my mouthMy favorite sight, back turnedto me facing the stovemaking breakfast, contortedand shook, she yelped,and turned looking for meher 7-year-old assailantShe looked pissed, she found firelike few others I have ever knownher wrath disappeared and the smilethat I yearn for now spread acrossher copper face, dark brown eyes sparkledher long dark morning hair movedtowards me and snatched me upand ticked and kissed me.God how I wish, she could do that nowI looked into her magical powerfulloving face and asked,“Mom, can I be an Indian too”?She said, “No Honey you can’t”
I thought it was because my hair wasn't blackor that my skin wasn't darkor that I didn't have enough Cherokee blood in my veins.I didn’t know thenthat she was protecting me. She died from breast cancerShe didn’t tell me until three weeksbefore she died at a hospice my sonhe is 26, diagnosedby the State of IdahoI asked her why not?“Honey, we would have talkedabout it every day, I didn’t want to PaulWe talked about so many beautiful thingsLife, living, politics, sports, cooking,and especially the natural worldand the Creator and aboutour Cherokee family in Muldrow, OklahomaI got to know them a littleI was surprised how little they knewabout Traditional waysI asked my Aunt Gladys why notand she replied, “It was never a goodthing to be an Indian when I grew up”
Asperger syndrome and Type 1 diabetesI have seen maturity from himthat I never thought I would seebut the gains have erodedin the last 6 weeks,he can’t sleep, he tosses and turnshis blood sugarnormally a point of prideis erratic and his emotionsare out of control again.I have asked him to calm downfor the last 45 minuteshe only gets worseI have forgotten about his sugarand I think he is being stubbornI have lost my prayerfulframe of mind, my anger showsI don’t try to hide itWhen we get homehe says that it is his faultI explain that he is collateral damagewhoever authorized this typeof survey lance, which is no morethan government stalking and bullyingmust be the coldest personon the planet, fear, fearis their tool, their weapon,they don’t want the truthif they did they would have leftweeks ago, they want to intimidatebecause I showed a videofrom 238 Dillon Street3 blocks from Idaho State Universityacross the street from Harper's BakeryIf they wanted the truththey would have watchedall of Magpie Waters Productions videosand realized I speak the truthbut they want to use fear and they havepeople who used to say hiwave and smile, my neighbors hide their facesand then make a call as I drive bypeople in my route use hand held radiosand cell phones and light and hand signalsLike we are blind, we are not and they know itit is pure and simple intimidationmy government that gets its rightsfrom the citizens, now callsus civilians to separate themselves from us, to take on a different roleone they were never givenbut like a land baron or robber baronthey bully our Rights away through intimidationI believe Respect is the answerthe only answer that will uniteand make us a unionBut I am confederate at this momenta half breed skin ready for hairHe thinks I am angry with himI ask him to come to meeven though he sees my angerhe comes not because of fearbut because he knows I love himwith every fiber of my soul“Son, they are after me,I am Magpie Waters,not you. Your collateral damage”.“I don’t want to be an Indian dad”he sobs, shaking as one of my followersdrives by taking in the sceneI think you “Fucking Bitch”I want to do slow violent harmI tell him we must be real Indians now because this is how it is in the Westfor Native Americans. It is our SouthSacrament partakers on the Sabbathare just collecting the tax payersclean, hard earned moneyand making their checks dirtierthan a drug dealer, or a hookerOnce friendly neighborshide their facesthat is my new name for themthe hide their facesI am not sure if it is from shame or fearI have not changed, I never claimedgoodness or righteousness, but I am kind
his face is buried in my chestsobbing why, what did I do?I only work hard and love people?What did you do Father? why do they hate you?I told him the truth, “I don’t know”but this has had to cost the taxpayersmillions of dollars that could havebeen used by the indigent membersof our community but that wouldbe a respectful and a wise thing to do“Why did you video tape the drone?It started again after you did that”.
“Because they never asked, they just did itthey are peeping drones,24-hour surveillanceis no more than 24 hours stalking of the peopleand they don’t have the right to do itWhy are they taking our liberties away son?Captain James Frostwas a Revolutionary War hero, he is our kin?we have had members of our familiesblood spilt for this country from the beginningI will not disgrace their valiance by submissionto tyranny, I would rather diethan have the Gem Stateturned into the Police State”I held him and loved him I hurt for him and tried to consoleI reminded him that nothing we had gone through comparedto what the Water Protectors and my mom and our other Ancestorshad gone through. Like my relatives who were beatenfor speaking Injun and for following Traditionhe didn't want to be an Indian any more either.He calmed down and went into the houseI watched him walk in and my anger hit a boiling point, I wanted revenge
and then Creatorreminded me to be who I ama Peacemakera thought came into my mindreminding me that revenge is not minethe Cherokee blood law has endedand we sue for peace to this daypeace is a gift, Creator reminded meof the power in my prayer sticksthey are full of good thoughtsblessings and protections from my totems
I centered my rage into my prayer sticksand drove them as hard as I could into HerI let out a guttural screamand my rage was transferred from me to the prayer sticksinto Her, She gave me peaceand reminded me to love those who hurt you and your familypray that they will find peacethat they will rule by respectnot by fear, and power, not motivated by greed but by hope
Today, I feel like an Indian,not because of card in my walletor because of sticker on my truckbut because of the pain I have enduredfor you from the Boss Manthe Boss Man whose job it isto protect our rights,not to enslave us and jail usthis has been a glimpseinto my life for the last six weeksthis is how I get repaid for riskingmy life and my son’s life everydaydriving on the most treacherous roadsof my life, I still have tendonitis in my elbowsfrom gripping the wheelso, tight to take them their parcelsthrough the worst winter in 20 yearsIt makes me sick, but I don’t knowwhat they were told but I do knowthey don’t know me or my familyand have not watched Magpie Waters ProductionsI will continue to sing, and pray for themand for our safety as they conductthis bullying during the deadliesttime of year for trafficI will continue to say“USDA Wildlife Services move the PocatelloCyanide bomb factory and take all yourpoisons with you”.I will still say, “Who asked for peeping drones?Who authorizes task forces to bullycitizens, the Bear River Task Forcemust be dissolved, our County Commissionersneed to be investigated for their roles in thisand why they haven’t tried to protect the citizensfrom the poison plant?I tell this story not to create fearbut to give knowledge so that we can changeThis government is set up on checks and balancesthere is none when one party controlseverything. The police are humansAlexander Hamilton says, “if men were angleswe wouldn’t need government”. I don’t mean to disparage thembut they are not anglesand they need governmentI am not an angleeither but I am an Indian
“Ha”, exploded from my mouthMy favorite sight, back turnedto me facing the stovemaking breakfast, contortedand shook, she yelped,and turned looking for meher 7-year-old assailantShe looked pissed, she found firelike few others I have ever knownher wrath disappeared and the smilethat I yearn for now spread acrossher copper face, dark brown eyes sparkledher long dark morning hair movedtowards me and snatched me upand ticked and kissed me.God how I wish, she could do that nowI looked into her magical powerfulloving face and asked,“Mom, can I be an Indian too”?She said, “No Honey you can’t”
I thought it was because my hair wasn't blackor that my skin wasn't darkor that I didn't have enough Cherokee blood in my veins.I didn’t know thenthat she was protecting me. She died from breast cancerShe didn’t tell me until three weeksbefore she died at a hospice my sonhe is 26, diagnosedby the State of IdahoI asked her why not?“Honey, we would have talkedabout it every day, I didn’t want to PaulWe talked about so many beautiful thingsLife, living, politics, sports, cooking,and especially the natural worldand the Creator and aboutour Cherokee family in Muldrow, OklahomaI got to know them a littleI was surprised how little they knewabout Traditional waysI asked my Aunt Gladys why notand she replied, “It was never a goodthing to be an Indian when I grew up”
Asperger syndrome and Type 1 diabetesI have seen maturity from himthat I never thought I would seebut the gains have erodedin the last 6 weeks,he can’t sleep, he tosses and turnshis blood sugarnormally a point of prideis erratic and his emotionsare out of control again.I have asked him to calm downfor the last 45 minuteshe only gets worseI have forgotten about his sugarand I think he is being stubbornI have lost my prayerfulframe of mind, my anger showsI don’t try to hide itWhen we get homehe says that it is his faultI explain that he is collateral damagewhoever authorized this typeof survey lance, which is no morethan government stalking and bullyingmust be the coldest personon the planet, fear, fearis their tool, their weapon,they don’t want the truthif they did they would have leftweeks ago, they want to intimidatebecause I showed a videofrom 238 Dillon Street3 blocks from Idaho State Universityacross the street from Harper's BakeryIf they wanted the truththey would have watchedall of Magpie Waters Productions videosand realized I speak the truthbut they want to use fear and they havepeople who used to say hiwave and smile, my neighbors hide their facesand then make a call as I drive bypeople in my route use hand held radiosand cell phones and light and hand signalsLike we are blind, we are not and they know itit is pure and simple intimidationmy government that gets its rightsfrom the citizens, now callsus civilians to separate themselves from us, to take on a different roleone they were never givenbut like a land baron or robber baronthey bully our Rights away through intimidationI believe Respect is the answerthe only answer that will uniteand make us a unionBut I am confederate at this momenta half breed skin ready for hairHe thinks I am angry with himI ask him to come to meeven though he sees my angerhe comes not because of fearbut because he knows I love himwith every fiber of my soul“Son, they are after me,I am Magpie Waters,not you. Your collateral damage”.“I don’t want to be an Indian dad”he sobs, shaking as one of my followersdrives by taking in the sceneI think you “Fucking Bitch”I want to do slow violent harmI tell him we must be real Indians now because this is how it is in the Westfor Native Americans. It is our SouthSacrament partakers on the Sabbathare just collecting the tax payersclean, hard earned moneyand making their checks dirtierthan a drug dealer, or a hookerOnce friendly neighborshide their facesthat is my new name for themthe hide their facesI am not sure if it is from shame or fearI have not changed, I never claimedgoodness or righteousness, but I am kind
his face is buried in my chestsobbing why, what did I do?I only work hard and love people?What did you do Father? why do they hate you?I told him the truth, “I don’t know”but this has had to cost the taxpayersmillions of dollars that could havebeen used by the indigent membersof our community but that wouldbe a respectful and a wise thing to do“Why did you video tape the drone?It started again after you did that”.
“Because they never asked, they just did itthey are peeping drones,24-hour surveillanceis no more than 24 hours stalking of the peopleand they don’t have the right to do itWhy are they taking our liberties away son?Captain James Frostwas a Revolutionary War hero, he is our kin?we have had members of our familiesblood spilt for this country from the beginningI will not disgrace their valiance by submissionto tyranny, I would rather diethan have the Gem Stateturned into the Police State”I held him and loved him I hurt for him and tried to consoleI reminded him that nothing we had gone through comparedto what the Water Protectors and my mom and our other Ancestorshad gone through. Like my relatives who were beatenfor speaking Injun and for following Traditionhe didn't want to be an Indian any more either.He calmed down and went into the houseI watched him walk in and my anger hit a boiling point, I wanted revenge
and then Creatorreminded me to be who I ama Peacemakera thought came into my mindreminding me that revenge is not minethe Cherokee blood law has endedand we sue for peace to this daypeace is a gift, Creator reminded meof the power in my prayer sticksthey are full of good thoughtsblessings and protections from my totems
I centered my rage into my prayer sticksand drove them as hard as I could into HerI let out a guttural screamand my rage was transferred from me to the prayer sticksinto Her, She gave me peaceand reminded me to love those who hurt you and your familypray that they will find peacethat they will rule by respectnot by fear, and power, not motivated by greed but by hope
Today, I feel like an Indian,not because of card in my walletor because of sticker on my truckbut because of the pain I have enduredfor you from the Boss Manthe Boss Man whose job it isto protect our rights,not to enslave us and jail usthis has been a glimpseinto my life for the last six weeksthis is how I get repaid for riskingmy life and my son’s life everydaydriving on the most treacherous roadsof my life, I still have tendonitis in my elbowsfrom gripping the wheelso, tight to take them their parcelsthrough the worst winter in 20 yearsIt makes me sick, but I don’t knowwhat they were told but I do knowthey don’t know me or my familyand have not watched Magpie Waters ProductionsI will continue to sing, and pray for themand for our safety as they conductthis bullying during the deadliesttime of year for trafficI will continue to say“USDA Wildlife Services move the PocatelloCyanide bomb factory and take all yourpoisons with you”.I will still say, “Who asked for peeping drones?Who authorizes task forces to bullycitizens, the Bear River Task Forcemust be dissolved, our County Commissionersneed to be investigated for their roles in thisand why they haven’t tried to protect the citizensfrom the poison plant?I tell this story not to create fearbut to give knowledge so that we can changeThis government is set up on checks and balancesthere is none when one party controlseverything. The police are humansAlexander Hamilton says, “if men were angleswe wouldn’t need government”. I don’t mean to disparage thembut they are not anglesand they need governmentI am not an angleeither but I am an Indian
People are being harmed tonight in Cannon Ball at the bridge. Tear gas, gun shots, prayers and songs.
