“I believe we are living here now at this crossroads for a reason. I believe we are meant to be here; that we are being given a chance to be the right people in the right place at the right time. I believe that we can end this evil, but only if we dare to try. It begins with one simple step: Telling the world “We Will Not Comply!”
—Brandon Smith
Here, Brandon says it far better than I ever could.
Brilliant KWN, thank you for reminding me. The White Buffalo is something I had come across many years ago. I was in Texas in 1997 and visited a small reservation where I met some astounding people. I bought some CDs of their music. This song really gets to me and I play it often to remember who I really am in this great universe of countless spirits.
When I was 8 yrs old,my school choir learned the song, “The White Buffalo”. I loved the song. Pecked around on the piano until I put together something that sounds pretty much like it. 55 yrs later, I am married to a truck driver, riding across the nation carrying honeybees. I looked out the window one day, and suddenly I saw two white buffalo standing in an enclosure. I pressed my nose against the glass, “Gene! Gene! White Buffalo!” By this time they are out of sight and I am so excited that I can’t sit still. Eyes full of tears, I know, I KNOW, that I have witnessed something so special, that I almost felt ‘singled’ out. Meant to see it. It was in Jamestown, SD. I wrote down the name of the town. We couldn’t stop, or turn around, but I made a promise to remember, I would be back. It was almost a year before we went through on that particular stretch of Interstate.
I looked, and looked, and there it was! My husband slowed the truck and pulled onto the shoulder. We had to hurry, so I climbed down and ran to the back of the trailer. I just stood and stared for a few seconds. They weren’t white like cotton, they had a slight tan appearance. I remember saying, “Thank you, Father God” as I raised my camera and snapped a picture. At home I showed the picture to family and friends. “Cool” they all said.
But, they didn’t know what I knew. It MEANT something! It was important. I shared the picture on Facebook. Fast forward to 2015. I get online and found my Facebook page had been removed. I had told the truth one to many times! They had been trying to tell me things I was saying politically was wrong and fact-checkers were more reliable than me.
Today, was a good day for me. I’d been wrestling with the devil, so to speak and God had opened my eyes to what I was doing wrong. Feeling closer now to Father God, I felt good inside and oh, so much happier.
Then tonight, I am so blessed to hear the story from one who heard it just like it was first told. Oral history passed down through many ages. When the lesson was many things, it was forgiveness. Tears dripped off my jaws as my heart felt one with my Savior Jesus and I feel renewed. I cannot say what a true Blessing this was to me. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
“I believe we are living here now at this crossroads for a reason. I believe we are meant to be here; that we are being given a chance to be the right people in the right place at the right time. I believe that we can end this evil, but only if we dare to try. It begins with one simple step: Telling the world “We Will Not Comply!”
—Brandon Smith
Here, Brandon says it far better than I ever could.
Brilliant KWN, thank you for reminding me. The White Buffalo is something I had come across many years ago. I was in Texas in 1997 and visited a small reservation where I met some astounding people. I bought some CDs of their music. This song really gets to me and I play it often to remember who I really am in this great universe of countless spirits.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XPd9be8R5bA
The Russell Means video - WOW!
When I was 8 yrs old,my school choir learned the song, “The White Buffalo”. I loved the song. Pecked around on the piano until I put together something that sounds pretty much like it. 55 yrs later, I am married to a truck driver, riding across the nation carrying honeybees. I looked out the window one day, and suddenly I saw two white buffalo standing in an enclosure. I pressed my nose against the glass, “Gene! Gene! White Buffalo!” By this time they are out of sight and I am so excited that I can’t sit still. Eyes full of tears, I know, I KNOW, that I have witnessed something so special, that I almost felt ‘singled’ out. Meant to see it. It was in Jamestown, SD. I wrote down the name of the town. We couldn’t stop, or turn around, but I made a promise to remember, I would be back. It was almost a year before we went through on that particular stretch of Interstate.
I looked, and looked, and there it was! My husband slowed the truck and pulled onto the shoulder. We had to hurry, so I climbed down and ran to the back of the trailer. I just stood and stared for a few seconds. They weren’t white like cotton, they had a slight tan appearance. I remember saying, “Thank you, Father God” as I raised my camera and snapped a picture. At home I showed the picture to family and friends. “Cool” they all said.
But, they didn’t know what I knew. It MEANT something! It was important. I shared the picture on Facebook. Fast forward to 2015. I get online and found my Facebook page had been removed. I had told the truth one to many times! They had been trying to tell me things I was saying politically was wrong and fact-checkers were more reliable than me.
Today, was a good day for me. I’d been wrestling with the devil, so to speak and God had opened my eyes to what I was doing wrong. Feeling closer now to Father God, I felt good inside and oh, so much happier.
Then tonight, I am so blessed to hear the story from one who heard it just like it was first told. Oral history passed down through many ages. When the lesson was many things, it was forgiveness. Tears dripped off my jaws as my heart felt one with my Savior Jesus and I feel renewed. I cannot say what a true Blessing this was to me. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.