Standing Rock Warm Hearts
Donation protected
We are here and we will stay until you go away, you oil company, you corporate entity.
We will continue to act for life.
We have seen you before for thousands of years. The thing you have that we don’t is paid employees. Just like the cavalry seven generations ago. Wretched mercenaries present only for the money to pay the rent, pay the disembodied corps for the privilege to be behind their swords, even wielding their swords, or guns, mace, dogs. Here we are not even volunteers. Here we stand for life, for water, earth, air and fire and for the direct manifestation of the elements of life.
This is our life and we are reclaiming it.
This is our world.
This is where the old ways meet the new. Your old way, your dirty oil is not welcome in the world of our collective life. Your culture of greed and settlement is made obsolete by my recognition of my indigenousness. Because through realising that being indigenous is being a part of the web of relationship life, you can only ever be indigenous. We were only ever indigenous.
Remember, now.
I can shelter myself and my family and thus I am free to participate in the world of the living under my own terms. Terms which I trust, which have no obscure small print, which are transparent, honest and virtuous. I am free to pass on this information to all who hear the call. So hear the call, now. Come to Standing Rock and stand, and stay, and have a tale to tell your grandchildren about this time, this time of tide turning, this time when we woke up to the world of love, of good relation. Time to be strong and powerful, through the bitter cold around the cosy fire and radiant warm hearts.
Come and stand is best.
Send money is second best, because you know we’re staying (even though the corporates think we’ll be cold- they have really no idea who they’re dealing with and the depth of culture here).
Send money and we’ll buy canvas and thread and cord and webbing and we’ll turn it into tipis and linings and ozans and tents. Because, you know, we’re here and we always have and will be.
We’ll buy good organic food, food like we used to eat when we lived sourcing our elements directly. Food that gives us strength.
We’ll buy warm winter wool underwear for those days when the cold is a face- numbing blue and white. Your oil is too expensively cheap and we don’t want it, we want wooly long johns. We’ll have clean water and clean air. Clean earth and clean fire.
Our family arrives loaded with lodges and a tipi making workshop.
We will continue to act for life.
We have seen you before for thousands of years. The thing you have that we don’t is paid employees. Just like the cavalry seven generations ago. Wretched mercenaries present only for the money to pay the rent, pay the disembodied corps for the privilege to be behind their swords, even wielding their swords, or guns, mace, dogs. Here we are not even volunteers. Here we stand for life, for water, earth, air and fire and for the direct manifestation of the elements of life.
This is our life and we are reclaiming it.
This is our world.
This is where the old ways meet the new. Your old way, your dirty oil is not welcome in the world of our collective life. Your culture of greed and settlement is made obsolete by my recognition of my indigenousness. Because through realising that being indigenous is being a part of the web of relationship life, you can only ever be indigenous. We were only ever indigenous.
Remember, now.
I can shelter myself and my family and thus I am free to participate in the world of the living under my own terms. Terms which I trust, which have no obscure small print, which are transparent, honest and virtuous. I am free to pass on this information to all who hear the call. So hear the call, now. Come to Standing Rock and stand, and stay, and have a tale to tell your grandchildren about this time, this time of tide turning, this time when we woke up to the world of love, of good relation. Time to be strong and powerful, through the bitter cold around the cosy fire and radiant warm hearts.
Come and stand is best.
Send money is second best, because you know we’re staying (even though the corporates think we’ll be cold- they have really no idea who they’re dealing with and the depth of culture here).
Send money and we’ll buy canvas and thread and cord and webbing and we’ll turn it into tipis and linings and ozans and tents. Because, you know, we’re here and we always have and will be.
We’ll buy good organic food, food like we used to eat when we lived sourcing our elements directly. Food that gives us strength.
We’ll buy warm winter wool underwear for those days when the cold is a face- numbing blue and white. Your oil is too expensively cheap and we don’t want it, we want wooly long johns. We’ll have clean water and clean air. Clean earth and clean fire.
Our family arrives loaded with lodges and a tipi making workshop.
Organizer and beneficiary
Kayla Blanchflower
Organizer
Solen, ND
Andrew Blanchflower
Beneficiary
