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Is there a way to reach out to “Native Americans (being brought) into the Apostolic fold” while the Anti-Indian Movement exists? I haven’t a clue, only to share a story and a poem I wrote a long time ago. I don’t know what needs to be said, yet saying nothing doesn’t feel right either, because the concept of Spiritual Warfare has become synonymous with redemptive violence in theory.
Let me start by sharing a story.
Crossposted at Native American Netroots
So off the man went in search of this plant. First, he searched around the town, then he started his searching abroad. While this man was searching, Iktomi went to this man’s family and became friendly with them. The farther this man went to search, the friendlier Iktomi got with his family.After a year had passed the man came back with the plant Iktomi had asked for, but Iktomi was no where to be found. So the man decided to take the plant back to his house and wait. But when he returned home, he returned to an empty house. His wife and child were nowhere to be seen All he seen was a note written by Iktomi.
The note told of how he, Iktomi, went to his family after the man started searching for personal gain. Being as proud as you are, as selfish as you could be, when you left to obtain personal gain you lost everything you had. This was the final line of the note.
“Efforts to bring Native Americans into the Apostolic fold are repeated throughout the country including Alaska.” What does it mean, though?
http://www.talk2action.org/sto…In Oklahoma a combination of leaders from the New Apostolic Reformation and Intercessors for American are training Native Americans in spiritual warfare and “Christian military” training. These efforts to bring Native Americans into the Apostolic fold are repeated throughout the country including Alaska.
“Spiritual warfare” connotates taking “control of the earth from the devil and an array of demons.”
Would “God’s avenging army” commit violence, believing they are the “body of Christ” in order to force “peace” on earth so Jesus will return?
http://www.splcenter.org/intel…Joel’s Army followers, many of them teenagers and young adults who believe they’re members of the final generation to come of age before the end of the world, are breaking away in droves from mainline Pentecostal churches. Numbering in the tens of thousands, they base their beliefs on an esoteric reading of the second chapter of the Old Testament Book of Joel, in which an avenging swarm of locusts attacks Israel. In their view, the locusts are a metaphor for Joel’s Army.
Despite their overt militancy, there’s no evidence Joel’s Army followers have committed any acts of violence. But critics warn that actual bloodletting may only be a matter of time for a movement that casts itself as God’s avenging army.
I wrote a poem a long time ago that relates to this mindset, but not these actions. The mindset is illogical, so maybe an illogical poem might get through, albeit a slim chance.
The pitch and intensity of the military rhetoric of this branch of the global Dominionist movement has substantially increased since the beginning of 2008,” writes The Discernment Research Group, a Christian watchdog group that tracks what they call heresies or cults within Christianity. “One can only wonder how long before this transforms into real warfare with actual warriors.”
Let me quote something positive first.
http://www.nativeamericans.com…Out of the Indian approach to life there came a great freedom, an intense
and absorbing respect for life, enriching faith in a Supreme Power, and
principles of truth, honesty, generosity, equity, and brotherhood as a guide
to mundane relations.Black Elk, Oglala Sioux Holy Man
1863-1950
And now I’ll share the old poem.
The Meaning
An eon past,
A blink for God’s eye
I drowned in the Sea of Dead Souls.
Swarmed they in the blood of my ancestors –
Neither in Heaven nor in the Abyss resting.
But like Shadows in the night –
Danced they o’er my soul.
My bodies pried open –
Only a little evil entering at a time
Until the Apocalypse,
So it appeared –
Like a misty reflection upon water.
An eon past,
A blink for God’s eye
The Devil unlocked my soul –
With the key I had lost possession of.
The Sun was dim –
I was beside myself in soul.
My senses belonged not to me,
But to the Prince of Darkness.
An eon past in suffering, torment and anguish,
But what about the key which unlocked my soul –
From whence I looked upon Pestilence
And said it was good?
The key,
Yes the key to my soul.
In that Dark Night I demanded
An explanation from my Lord.
“I walk and am weary; I seek but do not find.
My wings are made of iron –
Why hast thou forsaken me?
Thy rivers run deep as the
Land of Milk and Honey.
Why, my Lord –
Do I suffer so Night and Day?”
I remembered the key used by evil to unlock my soul.
“I can see thy Holy Angels of the Quarters.
I can commune with them and serve them, thus serve thee –
My Lord.”
The Lord of Heaven answered,
“Why do you think I allowed Beelezebub to use the key?
The meaning is the suffering.”
Every day is an inquisition
Who are you? What are you? Why?
I’m alive, I belong, I’ll be back
It’s a half truth, still a whole lieIn the garden of good and evil
You’ll come, but you know
The spider only spins
The Shadow of The Wind
The Shadow of The Wind
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My relatives, come back home. Do not think the Creator feels no pain and the Earth Mother’s heart doesn’t break and isn’t breaking. It would be better to stand on one square foot of your land in dignity than to follow their foolishness into the redemptive violence they are preparing for. Here’s the connection, and I strongly urge you to read “‘Joel’s Army'” and omnicide in the name of God.” One more thing, when they proclaim it’s time to burn your medicine bundles, tell them to burn their Bibles first.
After a year had passed the man came back with the plant Iktomi had asked for, but Iktomi was no where to be found. So the man decided to take the plant back to his house and wait. But when he returned home, he returned to an empty house. His wife and child were nowhere to be seen All he seen was a note written by Iktomi.The note told of how he, Iktomi, went to his family after the man started searching for personal gain. Being as proud as you are, as selfish as you could be, when you left to obtain personal gain you lost everything you had. This was the final line of the note.
http://fwe.cwis.org/2008/10/17…The Anti-Indian Movement in the United States and Canada began in the late 1960s as a reactionary movement against efforts by Indian leaders to reclaim their rights under treaties with both Canada and the United States. Reactionary is the key term to describe this movement.
Paralleling the Anti-Indian Movement and using it to stoke bigotry on and near Indian reservations non-Indian groups began to form in the 1970s opposing Indian governments and the claims of rights by Indian peoples. Ne0-Nazis, survivalists, environmental bigots and religious zealots slowly combined forces politically organizing against Indian tribes. Bigoted, anti-democratic and white supremacist groups sought to take advantage of the attacks on Indians and began building support for their efforts from individuals resenting Indian people.
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I hear you, my brother, oh what a wise and terrible poem you wrote.
This is the battle, I believe. I think all cultures of humankind have had guardians to protect their healing forces even in the face of annihilation.
Old Jewish story, I’ll paraphrase, but the source is “Jewish Wit & Wisdom,” edited by Nathan Ausubel, and the story may have come from the Aggadah part of the Talmud. Either way, the origins of the plot no doubt predate monotheism, imo.
Anyway, there’s this fox watching some delicious looking fish swimming around in the water. Fox doesn’t want to drown so he tries to seduce the fish into coming ashore so he can eat them.
He tells them how dangerous it is for them in the water where fishermen can pierce them with hooks and capture them with nets, etc.
And he says they should come on shore where they’d be much safer.
“Oh foolish fox!” cried the fish. “If we have dangers to deal with here where our lives are possible, how much worse would that same danger be if we forsook what nourishes us and went ashore?”
Or something like that. The Jewish point being that one should study the Talmud and practice its teachings even when there are other humans telling you that is against the law or custom or whatever. That it is sustenance.
Those recruiters sound a lot like that fox to me.
That poem hit to the bone, Winter Rabbit.
In the beginning, was the Word
And the word was With God
And The Word Was God
World Without End, Amen
Ah, men
Ah, womyn
Why must you always set it right
Why must you always cross the border
in the middle of the night
Before the Beginning
She was the Heavens and the Earth
She was the Fire in the Hearth
She was born to cross the borders
in the middle of my heart
[chorus]
In the beginning, was the gold
and the gold it brought war
And the Gold It Bought War
War Without End, Amen
Ah, men
Ah, womyn
Why must you always set it right
Why must you always cross the border
in the middle of the night
Before the Beginning
The gold was day the silver night
The gold was soft the silver light
And she was born to mine the deepness
that is hidden from my sight
[chorus]