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#ResurrectingTheDream on 4/4/2012
From this point in the story, third person I'll tell, the message is clear and it's just as well, to keep some secrets hidden under ones vest, yes close to the chest, hide it under your saddle as you ride in to battle.
365 and Eleven days later, after the sudden death of the father, they rode on into Albany, to manifest a New destiny, singing What's The Buzz, and Hesanna Hosanna..
Yes a year before two had let down the prayer, hold back the purification. In the their anger and rage, they had helped end an age, at seeing the rape of the Mother.
This part of the story another day I shall tell, earth shaking events, one might say, just as well, but the lesson he learned through the pain and trauma, was: clear the mind, heart will shine, leave behind all the drama.
For he had come to realize the lesson, yes, he began to learn, when you ride into battle, bring your heart, sing your song, some gifts you are born with, some have to be earned.
Haudenasane medicine man, opened the circle with the prayers of this land, prayers of protection and gratitude, so much healing work to do.
Took this prayer right to the place, first capital, genocide of indigenous race. True voices spoke throughout the day, past, current sins of the nation, many an issue were covered that day, birth of an organization.
Many a song were sung for social justice and for peace, for protecting the earth and water, all of her sons and daughters.
He closed the circle with prayer, from across the land, the heart of turtle Island,
Taught the people who gathered that day, a little bit about Lakota way, prayed with them in the medicine wheel, a way to connect and help one heal.
Now the date was 4/4, 44 years before, killed The King and His Dream, along with a movement marching towards heaven. Speaking of mountain tops, Promised Land, killed for he spoke out for peace, #BeyondVietNam
Nine years earller on this date, Sheehan's son, Iraq war soldier, met his fate, ignited the fires of Peace activism in this woman , as her heart grew larger than life.
4444 is sixteen, and Eleven days after, Eleven a doorway a portal, a gate, two world's connect, bring this energy through before its too late,
He used the numbers to #ResurrectTheDream, manifest something from heaven, simple math, for sixteen is seven.
For he brought the water into this time, with him a vessel of 265, gallons with him, left untouched by the people, so what should he do with it, all things being equal?
Unleashed water down street to the Hudson it would reach, out in to the Atlantic ocean. When suddenly it came to him, this was ceremony, done showing nothing but love and devotion.
Unleashed water down street, a tunnel between, and underneath, the belly of this dark beast, in that exact spot, a year earlier, they had received the news of the death of the father.
Many years earller #DONTWASTENewYork, but stilll wasting us to this day, and one year earlier angry chants, #NOFRACKINGWAY. Negative vibes, your words take on life, it's best that you become aware, when you're taking you're Horse, to ride into battle, would be Crazy to forget your prayer.
Yes He poured water down the street, a simple task, yet quite a feat, can't be denied, Albany, first genocide, colonizing this land, wash their sins and darkness away with this heart and with these hands.
A rally, a protest, or ceremony unseen, the power, words spoken, can turn Mother Earth Green, injustices, anger, gave him a shove, taught him the lesson, Share only the love.
A Fracture Free Nation was birthed on that day, A Dream Revived, a seed planted in time, From The Mountain Tops to the Promised Land, bring this dream to it's beauty, it's fruition.
A Father of Many, Ancient, Dear to Their Hearts, High Cloud Woman from the Rver of Lambs, where Lion Hearted Horses fly like Eagles, a Vision of Promised Land. Had done the work on this day to heal some of the pain, balance the fire and the water, deliver their people from injustice, bells of freedom would ring again.
Anpetu kin le WopilaTanka!
Wichozani, Wookiye, na Wolakota.
Oyate wamayanka po!
Oyate kin yanipiktelo!
Unsi Maka iniikagapi.
“But it really doesn’t matter with me now, because I’ve been to the mountaintop … I’ve seen the Promised Land. I may not get there with you. But I want you to know tonight, that we, as a people, will get to the Promised Land”
“Like anybody, I would like to live a long life—longevity has its place. But I’m not concerned about that now. I just want to do God’s will…. And so I’m happy tonight; I’m not worried about anything; I’m not fearing any man. Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord”