tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40659896504903927202024-03-05T19:35:12.135-08:00Northwest Ambassadors of ReconciliationIn pursuit of reformation in America through honor of all Native people of this land.
We support the success and influence of the Creator through His Kingdom and His people.Danny Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06315830095709558647noreply@blogger.comBlogger76125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4065989650490392720.post-83453824283855331452017-08-02T08:39:00.002-07:002017-08-02T08:39:49.128-07:00Red Nation Rising
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The Red Nations is
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We have stood on the top of the mountain looking back at
over five hundred years of pain. We have wept over the pain and suffering of
the Indian people, First Nations People, Native American, The Red Nation. We
have sat in profound grief and broken hearts. Then we looked at the
reservations today and the plight of so many who are suffering today under the
oppressive tyranny of the reservation life. Our tears have flowed like a river
over the land. In the midst of this sorrow we lifted up our eyes and hearts to
Creator to ask, “How long, how long will this continue, is there an answer?”</div>
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We sat in the darkness and saw the morning star rising and
something has come into our hearts. There is the birthing of hope for a new day
to dawn. Then we hear the words of that great elder of the people, and hero
among the warriors, Crazy Horse’s words calling us to stand up and look to this
new day.</div>
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Crazy Horse said:</div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Upon suffering beyond suffering; the Red
Nation shall rise again and it shall be a blessing for a sick world. A world
filled with broken promises, selfishness and separations. A world longing for
light again. I see a time of seven generations when all the colors of mankind
will gather under the sacred Tree of Life and the whole Earth will become one
circle again. In that day, there will be those among the Lakota who will carry
knowledge and understanding of unity among all living things, and the young
white ones will come to those of my people and ask for this wisdom. I salute
the light within your eyes where the whole universe dwells. For when you are at
that center within you and I am that place within me, we shall be as one.”
September 1, 1877</span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">We are the seventh generation and we
now lay down the focus on yesterday and pains of today. We hear Crazy Horse’s
words echoing in our ears and hearts now. We know it is time for the Red Nation
to rise. It is time for the lost souls of the White People and for that matter
of all races, geographically located, ethnics origins and all colors of mankind
to come together shoulder to shoulder. We all stand together each looking up to
the Creator in unity. We come to celebrate each soul and every living thing
around us. </span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Now there is a blanket extended over us
and the blanket has a name, “Moses” for just as Moses led the children of
Israel out of the bondage of Egypt. Creator is raising up, Native men and
women, and many people just as Joseph wore a multicolored coat so this day, men
and women are coming from all colors into unity carrying the Moses anointing. </span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">It is time for the Red Nation to come
out of the pain of the past and out of the hopelessness of today. Creator is
calling for the Red Nation to rise up, lift up your heads and look at the new
day that has come. We join in unity and declare, no more shame, no more
dishonor, no more hopelessness, no more lack. </span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">The Creator has declared, “Now! Now!
Now!” It is time for us to stand in unity and we know from the Book of Heaven
that when we all, of all colors, stand together that He will command a
blessing. </span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Lift up your eyes, the Red Nation is
coming together in unity and all of us of every tribe, tongue, and nation are
also coming out of our bondage and hopelessness and together we will stand. </span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Before any whites every came to Turtle Island
it was prophesied by many elders and holy men, that together we would be better
than we were apart. The Native people bringing their relationship with Creator
and the whites bringing the Book of Heaven together we would stand in unity
lift up prayers and smoke. It is today!</span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">This is a new day and prophetic words
of Crazy Horse are coming to pass. </span></div>
Danny Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06315830095709558647noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4065989650490392720.post-28822601932300278142016-11-27T08:33:00.001-08:002016-11-27T08:33:20.993-08:00We are heart broken over all that is happening to our brothers and sisters in Cannon Ball North Dakota. We send up prayers and smoke for justice, peace and protection over every Water Protector. Mni Wiconi !!!!<br />
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<br />Danny Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06315830095709558647noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4065989650490392720.post-52022924241266417902016-11-12T09:46:00.000-08:002016-11-12T09:46:46.105-08:00The Great Father above is a Shepherd Chief. I am His and with Him all I need is provided. He throws out to me a rescue rope named love. He draws me to where the grass is green and the water gives me peace. I eat and lie down and am satisfied. Sometimes my heart is very weak and I fall down, but He lifts me up again and draws me into the good Red Road. His Tribal Name is, “Wonderful.”<br /><br />Sometimes, He will draw me into the valley where shadows of the death angel dwells. It is dark there, but I am not afraid, for it is in between those mountains that the Shepherd Chief will meet me and the hunger that I have in my heart throughout my life, will be satisfied. <br /><br />Sometimes He makes the love rope into teaching truth I did not know, but afterwards He gives me a staff to lean upon. He spreads a table before me with all kinds of foods while my enemies look on with envy. He puts His hand upon my head and all my fears are gone. The burden bundle of my soul, He fills until it spills over. What I tell you is true. I will not lie. He will always be beside me as I walk The Red Road. He sends two great ones to feed me every day; One is called, “No penalty of wrongs,” and the other is, “All Good things.” He will always be with me through this life and when it is time to cross over; I will go to live in the Great Lodge in the sky above. I will sit down with the Shepherd Chief and be with Him forever. <br />
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<br />Danny Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06315830095709558647noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4065989650490392720.post-48537126946267054172016-11-12T08:23:00.000-08:002016-11-12T08:26:45.604-08:00I find it interesting that certain movies like Dances with Wolves and A Man Called Horse focus on white men who have found peace by becoming one with indigenous people of Turtle Island. (Native Americans) In both of these movies what is revealed is men trying to find themselves, men looking for peace and their place in this world. History shows it was not uncommon for white men to want to become, "<i>Indian</i>." In their heart of hearts, white men who were caught up in a world of dog-eat-dog competition and meaningless existences felt they were lost. For so many people in western society there is a sense of aimless floating from one cause to another. There is an endless hunt for meaning and purpose. No matter how much land they own, how many possessions they have, or how much power they wield there is still an emptiness. <br />
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The reality is that Native Americans were living Biblical principles long before the white man got here. This is clearly shown by the life style of "being in the world but not part of the world". We are just passing through and it is our responsibility to not own the earth but to be the stewards and protectors of it during our pilgrimage here. Treat others the way you would want to be treated was built into the protocol of honor for all living things. This is the way of the Medicine Wheel. <br />
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In our world today as we watch life move at lightening speed; more and more people are lost and thus the suicide rates keep climbing. For many there is an aching for simplicity, relationships, friends, and community. I believe that it was God's intention for Europeans to come to this land to learn how to slow down when things were moving so fast. Today more than ever there is a need to unplug from the matrix and find what is really important in life. The fact is our Native American hosts have known these truths for thousands of years. Yes God gave us The Book of Heaven and this gift was intended to be shared with our Native brothers and sisters, NOT our religion. Religion, they knew intuitively, is what separates us from God, breeds prejudice, and stops God from being free to lead us deeper into a relationship with Him and others. <br />
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Over the many years I have lived in the world system, I find that it engulfs us; it is sucking the life out of us all. The fact is we work to live. From cradle to grave many live numbed lives of existence and at the end die unfulfilled, knowing all the years were wasted for the job’s sake. It is not that we should all quit our jobs today, however our Native brothers and sisters and our Native ancestors who knew the Jesus Way long before any fair skinned people ever sit foot on Turtle Island, hold more keys than we have for our current comprehension to grasp. Yes there is a place for science, industry and inventions, however the fact is, when all is said and done, we need to face what in our own lives is dross. What is in our lives may simply be wood, hay, and stubble? What have you laid up for yourselves in the treasure house of heaven? It has been said, "We will not be judged by how much we did but how much we loved". There is a story in the Book of Heaven, The Bible, of a man who worked his whole life and at the end sat back and said to his soul, "Soul, take your ease. The barns are full, your bank account is filled to the top.” It was at this point the Creator said, "Today your soul is required of you". I believe by walking the Sacred Red Road we will find our way back to the Creator and His intention for us individually and as a nation. What we are looking for is what the Blackfoot Native People call, "Sk Na" - - Peace ! <br />
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My heart is Yakama, Apache, Shoshone, Blackfoot, Absaaslooke, and my ancestors, Powhatan. I cannot change the color of my skin but beneath the surface my heart is Native. <br />
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<br />Danny Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06315830095709558647noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4065989650490392720.post-79446739610767571282016-10-29T07:42:00.001-07:002016-10-29T07:43:00.320-07:00We are for the Protectors <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Danny Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06315830095709558647noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4065989650490392720.post-73981700583225266112016-10-05T22:14:00.000-07:002016-10-06T11:40:09.383-07:00Finding my heart for the Native People of Turtle IslandFinding the Creator's Heart at The Battle of Greasy Grass, "Little Big Horn"<br />
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When I married my husband three years ago, I knew he had a heart for the Native Americans. Early on in our dating, Danny had shared with me how he had attended a gathering of Indians and “Europeans” at Celilo Falls where his heart had broken for the Indians and had then expanded to embrace a love for them. I do love all people but did not have the same depth of love for the Native Americans that Danny had. Frankly, I didn’t even know much about their history, culture, or even the hardship they continue to experience in these modern times. I only knew bits and pieces of the skewed information our history books taught us--the first Thanksgiving, westward expansion, the French & Indian War--or what I saw on movies--Tonto and the Lone Ranger, war parties, Pocahontas. <br />
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I just didn’t have that some yearning for this people group my husband had, but, since I loved my husband, I asked the Lord to give me that same heart. I thought God would just plunk that love into my heart, but instead, He sent me on a vision quest, a journey to gain the love for America’s Host Nations.<br />
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The journey began as a 3 week, 7,000 mile round trip to meet my new husband’s relatives and friends and for him to meet mine. It was going to be a people trip, not a sightseeing trip because we had a tight itinerary (part of which involved arriving at our host’s home right around dinner time!) Our first visit was to my dear friend Stephani’s home in Lakeside, Montana. While visiting the quaint town of Big Fork, Stephani snapped a picture of Danny and me standing by a brass statue of a chief astride his horse. This was the beginning of the thread of the Native American theme woven throughout our trip.<br />
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On day two of our journey, we visited Danny’s friend Lockley, a Black Foot, Native American pastor, and his family on the Flathead Indian Reservation in St. Ignacious, Montana. I had never stayed overnight on a reservation; I’ve only passed through reservation land or bought fireworks on the Muckleshoot Reservation here in Washington. In my white mind and background, I had no idea what to expect. Lockley and Traci’s home was just off the freeway. It was a nice home in an average neighborhood surrounded by beautiful Bitterroot Mountain scenery--not a tipi in sight. That evening as we sat around a fire pit and shared stories, our backdrop was an orange Montana sunset. Lockley said most of the choice pieces of property on the reservation was being bought out by non-Indians. As we spent the night at their home, I somehow felt like I was an interloper.<br />
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The next day we headed to Sundance ,Wyoming to visit my dad and step-mom. Danny drove our economical Prius while I had the responsible job of chief navigator. This meant I got to use my handy dandy 2004 travel atlas to keep the driver apprised of our whereabouts, point out significant land marks, funny town names, and crazy billboards as well as acting as the lunch chef and water bottle supplier. While we travelled through southeast Montana, I spotted The Little Big Horn Battlefield National Monument on the map. “Isn’t that where Custer had his last stand? Oh, Danny, can we please stop in and see it? I know we weren’t going to do much sightseeing, but....it’s right off the freeway. We don’t have to stay long.” This decision to make a quick stop along the freeway was life changing for me.<br />
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As soon as we got out of the car, Danny and I could feel the solemn heaviness of the atmosphere. A park ranger was in the middle of telling the story of what transpired on the fateful day of June 25-26, 1876. The ranger didn’t tell the brief version I had learned in school, but told a balanced story of soldiers who had to unwillingly follow their arrogant commander, Indian scouts who had warned General Custer that they would be outnumbered if they proceeded into battle, and many separate Indian tribes who fought to protect their families, their homes, and their lively-hoods. <br />
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Danny and I somberly climbed the hill where Custer and many of his soldiers had died. Aged white gravestones marked where the troops had fallen. On the top of Last Stand Hill stood a obelisk commemorating that fateful day. Visitors spoke in hushed tones as they began to understand the gravity of what had transpired 137 years ago almost to the day. Danny and I began to read the information kiosks. On this hill, the soldiers shot their horses in a desperate attempt to protect themselves. Indian braves shot arrows from down below to protect themselves and their families. <br />
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When the smoke of the battle cleared and the arrows ceased to fly, 210 of Custer’s men, 53 of Major Reno and Captain Benteen’s men, and 60-100 Indian braves had lost their lives. The Lakota and Cheyenne removed most of their dead from the battlefield that day. Two days later, the bodies of Custer and his command were hastily buried where they fell. In 1877, the remains of eleven officers and 2 civilians were moved to eastern cemeteries; the remains of the rest were buried around the base of the memorial. In 1890, 249 white headstone markers were erected on the battlefield in memory of the soldiers. It wasn’t until 1999 (109 years after the battle) that the National Park Service began erecting red granite markers at known Cheyenne and Lakota warrior casualty sites which finally gave a “balanced interpretive perspective of the fierce fighting.”<br />
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As I carefully walked on the trail--I sure didn’t want to run into any of the rattlesnakes the signs had been warning me about--I came to a red gravestone. It read: “Ve Ho Enohmenehe ‘Lame White Man’ A Cheyenne warrior died here on June 25, 1876 while defending his homeland and the Cheyenne way of life.” From this hill, I could see across the vast landscape--rolling hills, a few low trees, and the stream some of the soldiers had made an attempt to reach. The only sound was the wind rustling through the prairie grass. My chest began to ache, my stomach began to twist and tears trickled down my cheeks as the enormity of lives lost hit me. Both sides had lost loved ones....this was a solemn, grievous place. In the heavy quietness, I heard God’s voice, “It grieves me too.” I felt I could start wailing in grief at this point but held back, and just stood hunched over, allowing myself to feel the pain. <br />
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Danny saw me bent over. As he embraced me he asked if I was okay. I said I was grieving. “You are travailing” he said. “You are travailing in intersession for what happened here.”<br />
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God continued to fill my heart and said, “I didn’t want them to die. I want unity between all people.” So on the top of Last Stand Hill, in the middle of Little Big Horn Battlefield, with white and red gravestones surrounding me, and the prairie grass solemnly rustling, God gave me a heart for Native Americans and I joined the Creator in a prayer for unity. <br />
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But this is not the end of my vision quest......<br />
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<br />Danny Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06315830095709558647noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4065989650490392720.post-45411854678655731182016-09-25T06:11:00.001-07:002016-09-25T06:15:19.846-07:00As we watch the world and people of the world there seems to be a shift going on that is so needed. Those people of the dominant culture in America have for the last five hundred and thirty five years been outward looking. The driving force and motivation has been explore, reach out, reach higher and keep pushing for more and more of everything. The problem has been at the expense of inner peace, respect for each other, respect for our elders and disregard for the earth that is our home. The land, the water and other resources were from the beginning placed here for us to steward, honor and be eternally grateful for. The life of all living things depends on water and without clean water nothing can survive. We lift up a song from our hearts and sing of unity between all people, living things, animals, water and the earth. It has become my conviction that the organized church should humbly bow before the Creator and ask for forgiveness and partner with our Native brothers and sisters in turning around this culture of greed. Let true disciples display humility and reach across all the walls that have divided us. Be the examples of lives lived in reconciliation of heart and attitude.<br />
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<br />Danny Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06315830095709558647noreply@blogger.com0Yakima, WA 98901, USA46.6140435 -120.4454218000000246.265371 -121.09086880000002 46.962716 -119.79997480000002tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4065989650490392720.post-30788049286756237682016-09-13T11:00:00.002-07:002016-09-13T11:02:51.123-07:00Solidarity with Standing Rock SiouxMy wife and I are settling down to our life in Yakima Washington. It has been my great joy to spend time every week on the Yakama Reservation.<br />
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This has been the most difficult time in my life as I underwent surgery to remove cancer near my Pancreas the end of March 2016. I went three and half months without eating solid food. This all changed on July 9th of this year. Thanks to prayer and The Creator I began eating again. I lost sixty three pounds during this ordeal. Having regained my strength we pick up the deep concern and care for the causes our Native Brothers and Sister are fighting every day. Now more than ever our voices must be heard.<br />
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We stand with the Protectors of the Water in Cannon Ball North Dakota.<br />
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<br />Danny Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06315830095709558647noreply@blogger.com0Yakima, WA 98901, USA46.6140435 -120.4454218000000246.265371 -121.09086880000002 46.962716 -119.79997480000002tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4065989650490392720.post-60718901906149094292015-12-19T12:03:00.001-08:002015-12-28T22:15:45.699-08:00Silver Bells<style>
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Thirty pieces of silver the price of injustice</div>
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Thirty-eight silver bells ringing, ringing, ringing</div>
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Weep not for me, I have made my peace</div>
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Weep for the silver bells singing</div>
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Weep for the injustice and and its might</div>
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Weep for the silver strands pulled tight</div>
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Sing my song, sing it strong</div>
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Sing my song, with the ground so far below my feet</div>
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Strike the drum our honor song you will never defeat</div>
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Danny Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06315830095709558647noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4065989650490392720.post-92113563475571350702015-12-15T16:43:00.002-08:002015-12-15T16:45:14.912-08:00We will not forget the holocaust, we will not forget Pearl Harbor, We
will not forget 9/11 and we will not forget these brave innocents. We will not forget the Trail of Tears. We will
not forget Wounded Knee and we will not forget Chief Sitting Bull who
was assassinated on this day in 1890. The beginning of healing is to
admit something is wrong. America Remember !!!<br />
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Danny Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06315830095709558647noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4065989650490392720.post-4234365983109393422015-12-15T12:03:00.001-08:002015-12-15T12:09:03.043-08:00Update from YakimaIt is hard to believe a year has past since I stopped to write here.<br />
Today I want to stop and remember a true hero who had his life taken from him today.<br />
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On this day in 1890 the great leader, holy man, and Chief of his tribe, of the Hunkpapa Sioux was assassinated.<br />
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We remember and rever his great man. Sitting Bull.<br />
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Throughout history there have been great mistakes that have cost the lives of innocent ones. Misunderstandings across cultural lines have led to disasters. Another holy man Wavoka received inspired revelations not unlike John the Baptist. As a result of these revelations new hope spread throughout the people. This hope was interpreted as a threat and thus Chief Sitting Bull was caught up in the political confusion of the day. As a result of those people guided by suspicion and fear of what they did not understand, an innocent man lost his life.<br />
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We raise our hands to the Creator and give him thanks for the few short years Sitting Bull walked the earth.<br />
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Mitakuye Oyasin<br />
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Danny Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06315830095709558647noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4065989650490392720.post-63589513958524597992015-01-23T11:19:00.000-08:002015-01-23T11:21:22.099-08:00The Sound of the DrumWhy does the drum lift my heart like an Eagle soaring higher and higher?<br />
The rhythm of the honor song opens up my eyes to see what I have never seen before<br />
The Grass dancers moving this way and that as all sadness is carried away<br />
The hoop dancers comes to show what has started will have a beautiful end<br />
Such is the circle and such is the scene before me now here in my heart my Native friend<br />
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Like a magnet pulling me in, the warrior circle lifting their song<br />
In this moment I am home, In this moment the sounds of the city are no more<br />
Like a tug on my soul there is no where else to go, I cannot explain<br />
Why my heart is pulled to the plateau people who stand in the gap<br />
Between what was and what is and what should be<br />
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Can you hear the drums?<br />
Can you hear the elders song?<br />
Can you feel what life really is?<br />
Can you hear Black Cloud?<br />
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Restoring the land<br />
by the Creators hand<br />
brothers all, one band<br />
with you I will stand<br />
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<br />Danny Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06315830095709558647noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4065989650490392720.post-68611091889383765862015-01-23T11:15:00.000-08:002015-01-23T11:15:24.878-08:00UpdateGreetings,<br />
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So many changes have happened over the last six months it is hard to believe and hard to keep up.<br />
My wife and I have moved to the land historically the home of the Plateau people. Nez Pierce, Palouse, Walla Walla and Yakima.<br />
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I was honored to meet with a Yakima Elder and requested permission to live here on this land. With much thanks we were granted this permission. We live here now with His blessing. <br />
<br />Are hearts lift up prayers of gratitude to our Creator for all He has done for us.<br />
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To you all may this note find you in great peace and much joy.<br />
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<br />Danny Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06315830095709558647noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4065989650490392720.post-38111664620838134602014-10-20T09:45:00.004-07:002014-11-16T18:00:27.223-08:00Listening to Life<br />
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Injustice cries out with the sound of the weeping ones<br />
Justice Lifts her voice loudly to Watanka Tankan <br />
“Bring justice for all the acts of hate, violence and murder”<br />
Justice is looking for someone to be the voice of The Great Mystery here<br />
Justice is singing His songs and waiting for you.<br />
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The spirit of violence that stalked the Great Plains is still alive today<br />
The spirit that ignores compassion and empathy has not slept<br />
The spirit of murder has shape-shifted into a more polite enemy<br />
The spirit that judges by the color of skin still walks about, that Trickster of old<br />
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Did you see the rainbow this morning?<br />
Do you hear the sound of the Butterfly wings gently stirring the air?<br />
Do you hear your name being sung by the flowing steams?<br />
Do you hear the Meadow and the Brook whispering His songs?<br />
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Today is a new day <br />
Today I will sing my songs<br />
Today I will be the one to say, No more pain, Injustice or hate<br />
Today I will be the one who takes the first step<br />
Today I will offer my protocol gifts<br />
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I Hear the winged ones calling<br />
I hear the crawlers and the four footed friends<br />
I hear the swimmers and all my family singing<br />
I hear Watanka Tankan’s voice, “I am here”<br />
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Close your eyes and smell the aroma of;<br />
The Sweet Grass, <br />
The Cedar, <br />
The Sage,<br />
The Tobacco and consider your ways.<br />
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A’ho<br />
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<br />Danny Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06315830095709558647noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4065989650490392720.post-32586193813536940872014-10-20T09:41:00.001-07:002014-10-20T09:41:18.321-07:00UpdateThe journey of life can take you down many new paths as the proverb goes, "When you see a new trail or footprint you do not know, follow it to the point of knowing"**<br />
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Over the last few months so many changes.<br />
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We said, "See you later" to our dear friend and brother, Billy; Black Foot Warrior.<br />
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We moved 170 miles from our previous home. Now we begin a new life just as the Creator intended all along. We embrace life with all our hearts and boldly continue the adventure.<br />
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We are walking the Sacred Red Road wherever it may lead us. But this we know it leads us to much happiness and wisdom.<br />
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Mitakuye Oyasin<br />
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Danny Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06315830095709558647noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4065989650490392720.post-44144289525714236352014-08-18T08:40:00.002-07:002014-08-18T08:40:32.735-07:00We honor the Wanapum, Vantage Washington<span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}">This weekend was nothing less than epic. We honored the indigenous people of
Vantage Washington, The Wanapum, The River People. Four members of the tribe were honored
with protocol Gifts and were blessed. A request was made to grant us
permission to be here on the land for today's ceremonies. The Chief of
the Wanapum gave an eloquent speech gave his permission and blessing.
And then we were honored as three gentleman <span class="text_exposed_show">sang
Wanapum honor songs. There has been a sense of awe every sense we
arrived here in Vantage. There is a sense of history, destiny and hope
in the air. As our Blackfeet leader said today, "there is a solemn feel
about all that is taking place," as he led us in a healing of the land
ceremony. Tonight we ate Buffalo and Salmon for dinner to celebrate
Native and Non-Native unity. Very grateful to our Crow sister and her
joyful heart. Our Cree sister's dancing and all who danced as one family
tonight. The Clark family blew us away with their music and Danielle's
song about Wounded Knee brought us to tears. We lay our heads down
tonight with full hearts and joyful memories of all Creator gave us from
His heart to ours.</span></span><br />
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Danny Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06315830095709558647noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4065989650490392720.post-17009243881402415712014-07-14T20:12:00.002-07:002014-07-14T20:12:08.915-07:00Protect All ChildrenI am stunned into sadness. How can we request billions of dollars for
children who just arrived when we ignore the dying children on our
reservations and reserves. These are our children, our sons, our
daughters and where are hearts of compassion for Rose Bud, Warm Springs
and hundreds others. Our hearts break for all children who disparately
cry out for a caring, loving hand. Take care of the children, but let's
start with our own home. Our own backyard. We need tears for th<span class="text_exposed_show">e
Navajo, Lakota, Seminole, Huran, Duwamish, Mi'kmaq, Blackfoot and
Apsaalooke and countless others waiting for us to care. We care for the
children of South America and we care for the children who have been
crying for hundreds of years in North America. All will be well when we
come as one family to protect all of our children. We are all fathers
and mothers and these are our children.</span><br />
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Danny Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06315830095709558647noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4065989650490392720.post-11209771091715057102014-06-25T09:03:00.001-07:002014-06-25T09:03:18.587-07:00True Friends Listen with Love<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Danny Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06315830095709558647noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4065989650490392720.post-47667682274474742832014-06-07T08:50:00.002-07:002014-06-07T08:50:17.747-07:00We stop today to remember Chief Seattle - siʔaːƛ̓ (Se al) crossed over
June 7, 1866. We remember this leader, wise elder and defender of The
People. Thank you Chief siʔaːƛ̓ for all you did and we honor you today.<br />
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Danny Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06315830095709558647noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4065989650490392720.post-55652552288893606172014-06-03T19:06:00.001-07:002014-06-03T19:06:51.191-07:00Gathering in Vantage Wa.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Danny Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06315830095709558647noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4065989650490392720.post-33712137640817500502014-05-20T12:47:00.001-07:002014-05-20T12:47:17.287-07:00Chief Seattle Walk<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Danny Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06315830095709558647noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4065989650490392720.post-26960255241727307342014-05-11T06:43:00.001-07:002014-05-11T06:44:29.000-07:00Happy Mother's Day<img src="http://ts2.mm.bing.net/th?id=HN.608045216093505077&pid=15.1" height="480" id="yui_3_10_0_1_1399814917366_786" width="640" />Danny Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06315830095709558647noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4065989650490392720.post-52281133658491341082014-05-05T13:27:00.002-07:002014-05-27T15:06:31.834-07:00Elder Billy Frank Jr. Passed Over<div style="text-align: center;">
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"Washington lost a true legend with the passing of Billy Frank, Jr. today.</div>
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"He was a selfless leader who dedicated his life to the long fight for the rights of our state's native people. Billy was a champion of tribal rights, of the salmon, and the environment. He did that even when it meant putting himself in physical danger or facing jail. <br>
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"I'm thankful Billy was here to see the 2014 Legislature pass a bill helping to overturn convictions from treaty protests. Billy was right on this issue and the state owed this gesture of justice to him and others who jeopardized their liberty to fight for treaty rights. <br>
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"Billy never wavered in his conviction and passion. He stressed to me the spiritual and cultural relationship that indigenous people have with salmon. <br>
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"His work is the foundation of an enduring legacy that will never be forgotten in Washington state. <br>
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"He once said, 'The Creator put that salmon there for it to survive.' I thank the Creator for putting Billy here to make sure we never forget what he fought for.<br>
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"Trudi and I send our condolences to Billy's family, friends, tribal members and everyone across the state and the country who mourns the passing of this great man." </div>
Danny Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06315830095709558647noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4065989650490392720.post-63647718138124934242014-04-30T08:45:00.004-07:002014-04-30T21:28:52.858-07:00365 Days of walking the Red Road<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="background-color: #e06666;"></span>Today April 30, 1871 - 144 Defenseless Aravaipa Apache Indians were massacred. </div>
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