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[On a visit to Washington, D.C., 1879] At last I was granted permission to come to Washington and bring my friend Yellow Bull and our interpreter with me. I am glad I came. I have shaken hands with a good many friends, but there are some things I want to know which no one seems able to explain.
I cannot understand how the Government sends a man out to fight us, as it did General Miles, and then breaks his word. Such a government has something wrong about it. I cannot understand why so many chiefs are allowed to talk so many different ways, and promise so many different things.
I have seen the Great Father Chief [President Hayes]; the Next Great Chief [Secretary of the Interior]; the Commissioner Chief; the Law Chief; and many other law chiefs [Congressmen] and they all say they are my friends, and that I shall have justice, but while all their mouths talk right I do not understand why nothing is done for my people.
I have heard talk and talk but nothing is done. Good words do not last long unless they amount to something. Words do not pay for my dead people. They do not pay for my country now overrun by white men. They do not protect my father's grave.
They do not pay for my horses and cattle. Good words do not give me back my children. Good words will not make good the promise of your war chief, General Miles. Good words will not give my people a home where they can live in peace and take care of themselves.

I am tired of talk that comes to nothing. It makes my heart sick when I remember all the good words and all the broken promises. There has been too much talking by men who had no right to talk. Too many misinterpretations have been made; too many misunderstandings have come up between the white men and the Indians. If the white man wants to live in peace with the Indian he can live in peace. There need be no trouble. Treat all men alike. Give them the same laws. Give them all an even chance to live and grow. All men were made by the same Great Spirit Chief. They are all brothers. The earth is the mother of all people, and all people should have equal rights upon it. You might as well expect all rivers to run backward as that any man who was born a free man should be contented penned up and denied liberty to go where he pleases. If you tie a horse to a stake, do you expect he will grow fat? If you pen an Indian up on a small spot of earth and compel him to stay there, he will not be contented nor will he grow and prosper. I have asked some of the Great White Chiefs where they get their authority to say to the Indian that he shall stay in one place, while he sees white men going where they please. They cannot tell me.


I only ask of the Government to be treated as all other men are treated. If I cannot go to my own home, let me have a home in a country where my people will not die so fast. I would like to go to Bitter Root Valley. There my people would be happy; where they are now they are dying. Three have died since I left my camp to come to Washington.
When I think of our condition, my heart is heavy. I see men of my own race treated as outlaws and driven from country to country, or shot down like animals.


I know that my race must change. We cannot hold our own with the white men as we are. We only ask an even chance to live as other men live. We ask to be recognized as men. We ask that the same law shall work alike on all men. If an Indian breaks the law, punish him by the law. If a white man breaks the law, punish him also.
Let me be a free man, free to travel, free to stop, free to work, free to trade where I choose, free to choose my own teachers, free to follow the religion of my fathers, free to talk, think and act for myself -- and I will obey every law or submit to the penalty.
Whenever the white man treats the Indian as they treat each other then we shall have no more wars. We shall be all alike -- brothers of one father and mother, with one sky above us and one country around us and one government for all.
Then the Great Spirit Chief who rules above will smile upon this land and send rain to wash out the bloody spots made by brothers' hands upon the face of the earth. For this time the Indian race is waiting and praying. I hope no more groans of wounded men and women will ever go to the ear of the Great Spirit Chief above, and that all people may be one people.
Hin-mah-too-yah-lat-kekht has spoken for his people.

Totem poles are monumental sculptures carved from great trees, typically Western Redcedar, by a number of Native American cultures along the Pacific northwest coast of North America. The word "totem" is derived from the Algonkian word Dodem, originally meaning "to be related to someone" (i.e. someone who shares a family crest, or totem).


Chief Joseph Nez Pierce (1840-1904) Chief Joseph, known by his people as In-mut-too-yah-lat-lat (Thunder coming up over the land from the water), was best known for his resistance to the U.S. Government's attempts to force his tribe onto reservations. The Nez Perce were a peaceful nation spread from Idaho to Northern Washington.


Crazy Horse Tashunca-uitco (1849-1877) Celebrated for his ferocity in battle, Crazy Horse was recognized among his own people as a visionary leader committed to preserving the traditions and values of the Lakota way of life.


Sacagawea (c. 1790-1812 or 1884) A near-legendary figure in the history of the American West for her indispensible role on the Lewis and Clark Expedition, Sacagawea has become an enigma for historians seeking to trace her later life.


Nicknamed Buffalo Soldiers suppposedly by the Indians because of the similarity between their hair and the coat of the buffalo, many soldiers of the black regiments were recruited from the United States Colored Troops which served in the Civil War. Other enlistees came from the New Orleans area, the fringes of the southern states and from large northern cities. They were former slaves as well as freedmen.

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Alex Grey (born November 29, 1953 in Columbus, Ohio) is an artist specializing in spiritual and psychedelic art (or visionary art) that is sometimes associated with the New Age movement. His oeuvre spans a variety of forms including performance art, installation art, sculpture, and most significantly, painting.


Theologue


Despair


BardoBeing


Praying


Kissing


Journey of Wounded Healer


Biomeridian


dying


wonder


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"10,000 Days (Wings Pt. 2)"
We listen to the tales and romanticize, how we follow the path of the hero.
Boast about the day when the rivers overrun, How we'll rise to the height of our halo.
Listen to the tales as we all rationalize, our way into the arms of the savior. Fading all the trials and the tribulations.
None of us have actually been there, Not like you...
The ignorant fibbers in the congregation. Gather around spewing sympathy, Spare me...
None of them can even hold a candle up to you. Blinded by choices, hypocrites won't see.
But enough about the collective Judas. Who could deny you were the one who illuminated? Your little piece of the divine.
This little light of mine it gives your past unto me, I'm gonna let it shine to guide you safely on your way.
Your way home...
Oh, what are they gonna do when the lights go down? Without you to guide them all to Zion? What are they gonna do when the rivers overrun? Other than tremble incessantly.
High is the way, but our eyes are upon the ground. You are the light and the way. They'll only read about. I only pray heaven knows, when to lift you out.
10,000 days in the fire is long enough. You're going home...
You're the only one who can hold your head up high. Shake your fist at the gates saying, "I have come home now...!" Fetch me the spirit, the son and the father. Tell them their pillar of faith has ascended.
"It's time now! My time now! Give me my Give me my wings...!"
Give me my [x5]
(Give me my wings)
You are the light, the way, that they will only read about.
Set as I am in my ways and my arrogance. Burden of proof tossed upon non-believers. You were my witness, my eyes, my evidence, Judith Marie, unconditional one.
Daylight dims leaving cold fluorescence. Difficult to see you in this light. Please forgive this bold suggestion. Should you see your maker's face tonight, Look him in the eye. Look him in the eye and tell him, I never lived a lie, never took a life, But surely saved one.
Hallelujah It's time for you to bring me home.


Rosetta Stoned
Alrighty, then ... picture this if you will.
10 to 2 AM, X, Yogi DMT, and a box of Krispy Kremes, in my "need to know" pose, just outside of Area 51 Contemplating the whole "chosen people" thingy when a flaming stealth banana split the sky like one would hope but never really expect to see in a place like this. Cutting right angle donuts on a dime and stopping right at my Birkenstocks, and me yelping...
Holy fucking shit!
Then the X-Files being, Looking like some kind of blue-green Jackie Chan with Isabella Rossellini lips, and breath that reeked of vanilla Chig Champa Did a slow-mo Matrix descent Outta the butt end of the banana vessel And hovered above my bug-eyes, my gaping jaw, and my sweaty L. Ron Hubbard upper lip, and all I could think was: "I hope Uncle Martin here doesn't notice that I pissed my fuckin' pants."
So light in his way, Like an apparition, that He had me crying out, "Fuck me It's gotta be the Deadhead Chemistry The blotter got right on top of me Got me seein' E-motherfuckin'-T!"
And after calming me down with some orange slices and some fetal spooning, E.T. revealed to me his singular purpose. He said, "You are the Chosen One, the One who will deliver the message. A message of hope for those who choose to hear it and a warning for those who do not." Me. The Chosen One? They chose me!!! And I didn't even graduate from fuckin' high school.
You'd better... You'd better... You'd better... You'd better listen.
Then he looked right through me With somniferous almond eyes Don't even know what that means Must remember to write it down This is so real Like the time Dave floated away See, my heart is pounding 'Cause this shit never happens to me
I can't breathe right now!
It was so real, Like I woke up in Wonderland. All sorta terrifying I don't wanna be all alone While I tell this story. And can anyone tell me why Y'all sound like Peanuts parents? Will I ever be coming down? This is so real Finally, it's my lucky day See, my heart is racing 'Cause this shit never happens to me
I can't breathe right now!
You believe me, don't you? Please believe what I've just said! See the Dead ain't touring And this wasn't all in my head. See, they took me by the hand And invited me right in. Then they showed me something I don't even know where to begin.
Strapped down to my bed Feet cold and eyes red I'm out of my head Am I alive? Am I dead? Can't remember what they said God damn, shit the bed.
Hey ...
Overwhelmed as one would be, placed in my position. Such a heavy burden now to be the One Born to bear and bring to all the details of our ending, To write it down for all the world to see.
But I forgot my pen Shit the bed again ... Typical.
Strapped down to my bed Feet cold and eyes red I'm out of my head Am I alive? Am I dead? Sunkist and Sudafed Gyroscopes and infrared Won't help, I'm brain dead Can't remember what they said God damn, shit the bed
I can't remember what they said to me Can't remember what they said to make me out to be the hero Can't remember what they said Bob help me! Can't remember what they said
We don't know, and we won't know (x12)
God damn, shit the bed!


jambi
[Here from the / If in the / Infinite] king's mountain view [Here from / If in] the wild dream come true Feast like a sultan, I do On treasures and flesh never few
But I would wish it all, away If I thought I'd lose you just one day
The devil and his had me down In love with the dark side I've found Dabblin' all the way down Up to my neck soon to drown.
But you changed that all for me Lifted me up, turned me round
So I, I would wish this all away
Pray like a [martyr / father] dusk to dawn Beg like a hooker all night long Shout to the devil with my song And got what I wanted all along
But I I would If I could I would Wish it away Wish it away Wish it all away Wanna wish it all away No price could hold sway Or justify my Giving away, my [sinner / center]
So if I could I'd wish it all away If I thought tomorrow, they'd take you away
You're my piece of mind, [my home / my Om / my own / my all] I said I'm just trying to hold on One more day
Damn my eyes!Damn my eyes! If they should compromise A fulcrum [Want and need] divide me Then I might as well be gone...
Shine on forever Shine on benevolent sun Shine down upon the broken Shine [on 'til / until] the two become one
Shine on forever Shine on benevolent sun Shine down upon the severed Shine [on 'til / until] the two become one
[Divide and wither away / Divided, withering away / Divide, I wither away]
Shine down upon the many, light our way, Benevolent sun.
Breathe in unionSo, as one, survive Another day and season [Silent legions / Silently, just] save your poison [Silent legions / Silently, just] stay out of my way


The Undertaker (Renholder Mix)
Thank You for making me feel like I'm guilty Making it easy to murder your sweet memory
You were way out of line, went and turned it all around on me again How can I not smell your lie Through the smoke and arrogance.
But now I know So you will not get away with it again I'm distant in those hollow eyes For I have reached my end. So...
Thank You for making me feel like I'm guilty Making it easy to murder your sweet memory
Before I go tell me Were you ever who you claimed yourself to be
Either way i must say goodbye. You're dead to me. So I...
Thank You for making me feel like I'm guilty Making it easy to murder your sweet memory
I'm severing the heart then I'm leaving your corpse behind Not dead but soon to be, though. I won't be the one who killed you I'll just leave that up to you
I'm not gonna be here to revive you I'm not gonna be here to revive you I'm not gonna be here to revive you I'm gonna be the one to say...
I told you so (X8) I told you
Severing the heart then I'm leaving you corpse behind Not dead but soon to be and I'm gonna be the one to say I told you so