I have had some time to reflect on this most recent pilgrimage to Cherokee. Was able to see them who live on Reservation, them off and near the Cherokee Reservation. Them who live on mountain sides...
...like my Kinfolk from just a couple of decades ago, and think of my Grandmothers Grandmother...
...meditating and contemplating about Our fellow Earth Mates. Them in Russia and those on the entire continent of Africa. My brothers and sisters who can not read these words because their government censors what goes through the air and invisible wire. I continue to pray for my fellow Earth Spirit's in China and Canada. Same too and for them in Syria, Egypt and Ethiopia. I pray for every Native American, no matter what Tribe or Nation.
I pray especially for them who I saw in the Appalachians, who have abandoned their homes. Homes in a pretty good shape and the those homes that had fires and much of all was burned down - but One could see where Folks had their bed's and chest of drawers with a huge mirror. No roof because the fire took most of it. Exposing all of their personal belonging's. Yes, Our people's are abandoning homes and property...
...this is not only an "Indian Thing", it is and are the White Folk who live up in these mountains. The Mexican, who as are the Blacks are off and into their communities. It is sad to see the very visable segregations. The catastrophic sight is one for all and all for one does not work here I suspect. Poverty does not discriminate. I know that right there very personal like. But to view so many throughout Georgia, North Carolina and Cherokee. It is heavy and sad to the heart.
I do not see why more Native Americans are not working the casino scene. For Pete's sake, I saw homeless Indians on the fucking reservation! Really!? Unemployment is sky high. Suicide is sky high. Cherokee's in disparate state. Old homes and older trailers ill-maintained. Yard upon yard of rubbish. As if the inhabitants threw in their white towel way before I began having pilgrimage to Cherokee. Damned near every Indian or White person I saw was smoking cigarettes or gnawing on some chew...
...except the children.
At the Ingles Super Market, I saw two different Folk's displaying extreme symptoms of tripping on the meth. I don't have to describe them - but before I forget, the two were both White. One male and one female. And they were not together. Shit, I think I let their appearances and twitches make me nervous and anxious.
I love the South-East of our United States of America, and God, please do Bless us all. There's a World in need of forgiveness's for all we have done to Earth Mother and them before us who knew how to live off the land and not destroy Mother Earth. I ask that Great Spirit Blesses all, and all of our Native Nations. Our First Nations...
...and them who came from a long time ago...
...and the children too.
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