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The American Indians

". . . Make me strong,
Not to be superior to my brothers
but to fight my greatest enemy -- Myself. ."
 * Part of an Indian prayer


 
One ethnic group of people who have suffered great persecution in recent times, is the North American Indians. Today they are living in concentration camps ('reservations') scattered over North America.

The ideas that will dominate the future will not be found at Harvard or NASA, go to the concentration camps of the American Indians and you will see the Spirit of God at work amongst the pure at heart.

The one factor that has saved the Indian tribes from the corruption of this world, is their lack of education. The white man believed that if he could keep the Indian from learning the ways of this world, he would be able to keep him in 'ignorance', little did he know that he was protecting him from the corruption of this world. This has helped the  Indians to preserve their oneness with the Great Spirit.

The American Indians are not perfect, far from it, however they have a sense of reality that is completely absent from the minds of those who have endeavored to eliminate them from the face of the earth. They know that the earth is theirs to nurture and that peace of mind comes from within, by  living  in harmony with nature.

The Great Spirit has protected the Indian tribes to this day, and now the time has come for the arrogant self righteous pseudo intellectuals of the North American continent to humble themselves before the Almighty, and to come to the realization that it is no longer possible to rape the earth in the name of 'progress'.

When I was a kid my parent gave me a Indian outfit on one of my birthdays. I will always remember the headpiece with all the colorful feathers, my heart was filled with joy. Little did I know that one day I would pay tribute to a people that withstood the abuse of 'civilized' man, and that will usher in the new heaven and the new earth, with the same joy I experienced when I opened my birthday present that day.

  * The Native American Prayer

Oh, Great Spirit, whose voice I hear in the winds, and whose breath gives life to all the world - hear me - I come before you, one of your children. I am small and weak. I need your strength and wisdom. Let me walk in beauty and make my eyes ever behold the red and purple sunset. Make my hands respect the things you have made, my ears sharp to hear your voice. Make me wise, so that I may know the things you have taught my People, the lesson you have hidden in every leaf and rock. I seek strength not to be superior to my brothers, but to be able to fight my greatest enemy, myself. Make me ever ready to come to you, with clean hands and straight eyes, so when life fades as a fading sunset, my spirit may come to you without shame.

Prayer by Yellow Hawk
Sioux Chief