The words of the Ancients are coming to pass

As I have found myself in study and meditation again, I have come to a deeper understanding of my people. I have learned of the greatness of the first people of this land.  I can only say it is time to arise from the dust, and awake from our slumber. It is time to hear the words so long ago spoken by our Fathers, and truly have our hearts placed with theirs. They left us records; they left us the ceremonies, and councils.

 

One day soon, we will see that only those who love this land of promise, and the Great spirit will be here. The remnant of the once great nations shall rise up and be even greater than in their former days. The souls of the Ancients will aid they’re descendents and bring back the ancient ways. Those who steal and make afraid will be wiped off this land, and it will be renewed every wit to its former state, buffalo, elk, deer, and all the animals will be numerous and the cycles of life will be corrected. We know this; Black Elk has seen it, as well as many others.  I share some words also from some prophets; I call them prophets because they have seen our day and us.

 

15 After my seed and the seed of my brethren shall have dwindled in unbelief, and shall have been smitten by the Gentiles; yea, after the Lord God shall have Camped against them round about, and shall have laid siege against them with a mount, and raised forts against them; and after they shall have been brought down low in the dust, even that they are not, yet the words of the righteous shall be written, and the ^cprayers of the faithful shall be heard, and all those who have ^ddwindled in unbelief shall not be forgotten.

 16 For those who shall be destroyed shall ^aspeak unto them out of the ground, and their speech shall be low out of the dust, and their voice shall be as one that hath a familiar spirit; for the Lord God will give unto him power, that he may whisper concerning them, even as it were out of the ground; and their speech shall whisper out of the dust.

 17 For thus saith the Lord God: They shall ^awrite the things which shall be done among them, and they shall be written and ^bsealed up in a book, and those who have

dwindled in ^cunbelief shall not have them, for they ^dseek to destroy the things of God.

 18 Wherefore, as those who have been destroyed have been destroyed speedily; and the multitude of their ^aterrible ones shall be as ^bchaff that passeth away—yea, thus saith the Lord God: It shall be at an instant, suddenly—

 19 And it shall come to pass, that those who have dwindled in unbelief shall be ^asmitten by the hand of the Gentiles.

 20 And the Gentiles are lifted up in the ^apride of their eyes, and have ^bstumbled, because of the greatness of their ^cstumbling block, that they have built up many ^dchurches; nevertheless, they ^eput down the power and miracles of God, and preach up unto

themselves their own wisdom and their own ^flearning, that they may get gain and ^ggrind upon the face of the poor.

 21 And there are many churches built up which cause ^aenvyings, and ^bstrifes, and ^cmalice.

 22 And there are also secret ^acombinations, even as in times of old, according to the combinations of the ^bdevil, for he is the founder of all these things; yea, the founder of murder, and ^cworksof darkness; yea, and he leadeth them by the neck with a flaxen cord, until he bindeth them with his strong cords forever.

 23 For behold, my beloved brethren, I say unto you that the Lord God worketh not in ^adarkness.

   I am so broken tonight,the dark shadows of the generational trauma, abuse, and all of the many complications that those things bring are closing in on me. I want to close my eyes and fade into nothing, at least then I would not hurt those I love. To see their little faces crumble in pain and tears, at my anger, is almost more than I can bear. I am sick at the thought that my pain is creating their sickness , the same as my father and his father. Why can't I be more ? Why can't I break the cycle? Why am I left to fight and struggle against myself and the generations that created me, to protect my little ones? Why do I fail so often? I pray , I beg, I plead to God to change me. I would leave so they don't have to hurt from my pain, but that just creates another cycle of broken hearts. The only choice I have is to stand and fight and plead for help from God to become the man he needs me to be. To ask my children to forgive me and teach them that I am wrong. That they are good and beutiful worth more than I can ever give them.Teach them to come to God and trust in Him. Show them how to find His love. Oh God hear the the plea of a broken failed man, bless my children despite me. Wrap your loving arms around my little ones and heal the pain I have created. Forgive me for my lack of strength to be the father I want to Be. Forgive my father for the pain he gave to me,and my Grand father for the pain he gave to my Dad. Help us all Father,  
 
   

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        I see so many Native americans living and dying without knowing who they are or understanding that they have a purpose to fulfill for the Great Spirit or God. The hope for this blog is to try to help heal the broken hoops and bring wisdom back to the earth.
      
       The Great Spirit is calling after his people to help heal the broken hoops that the tree will be full of life and fruit again. Feel these words, respond to your Fathers, for it is not the Great Spirit alone who calls after you. The words of your ancestors cry out to you, stand up shake off the dust of your long slumber my children, arise and connect to the Great Spirit let Him teach you and lift you in to a new place. I say to you feel His voice, their voices let them penetrate in to your hearts. Lay down the false teachings that are all around, let the Great Spirit be your guide and no one else.
        
       This is my prayer.