Greetings young braves and warrior maidens. Greetings chiefs and kin. I am Chief Eagle Feather. It has been many moons, many seasons of time since I have spoken with this one.

I am showing her how our lands used to be free, free from snakes of asphalt and hard lines of steel, free of smog. I am showing her large stretches of land the Great Spirit stretched his hands over where the animals roamed freely. All their needs were met. But man quarreled. Many of my people and tribes fought others. It was a time where factions rubbed up against each other like a saddle sore that scars leaving a memory of wounding. It was not only our tribes that disagreed and warred, everything changed forever for us when the white man came. I say this as a memory not as a sadness or to lay blame.
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(I am seeing the great continent of Lumeria and Atlantis sink and survivors heading to the Americas. I am seeing Native American groups clustered under the stars at night telling stories of the great flood and dancing around the fires. I am seeing the sky people land in their silvery disks and sharing gifts with them. I am seeing the Mayflower come and experiencing some of their memories.)
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You are coming into a new era where your tribe will be very important to you and to all who are in it or seeking it. Your tribe will bring comfort and security. But first you must work together. This will be a challenge as it has always been challenging for the white man to face his d****s and the red man to face his pride. You have many words together that prohibit the speaking of race and color. We are all one offspring of the Great One, of the Great Spirit who is neither man or woman, black nor white, for Spirit is all things. The words and wordings in this realm of shadow have been manipulated.
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The prophecy of light, of the rainbow tribe rising to speak to the stars, of the blinding light, of the colors of creation. It is all happening here now.