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Sunday afternoon Pastor was sitting on the porch of the church building when we drove up. We got out and I pulled up a chair and had a cup of coffee with him.

In a little while parts of the church drove up too. Yeah, I know “say what!?” You’se is scratching your head wondering what does he mean by that? Well, the Bible does say that we are parts of the body which body means church.1Corinthians12:14 “For in fact the body is not one member but many.” Don’t you’se see? That is where that comes from you see.

What has that to do with NDNs you ask?

Well consider this a chief or leader sits in front of his TeePee, Mudhut, Hogan, ndn log home or even a Tent drinking coffee, water or something. Maybe even a sodie water i.e. Pepsi or Coke.

While I am partial to Rootbeer myself.

Anyway we muse about people coming early or just a smidge late to Worship services. Course when you get ndns or any ethnic or race, or just people together these things come out.

We can see parents scurrying around like rats on a burning ship. Though I have never been on a burning ship. You get the picture of them hurrying kids along as they get themselves ready too.

Parents run amuck sometimes in their haste to look just right for church services.

In 2Kings9:30 Now when Jehu had come to Jezreel, Jezebel heard of it, and she put paint on her eyes and adorned her head, and looked through a window.

Whoa man she was ready for some company to see her all painted up! What you ask does this have to do with parents getting ready? Well hang on to your britches there young un.

In the urgency of getting ready we at times miss a step.  Such as the woman who came to Sunday morning services with different colored shoes on one blue and one black. Well, it embarrassed her so much that she ran home actually, she drove home after one song. She changed into a matching set of slippers.

I just got to thinking about lipstick. No not what color I would wear but just the word itself “Lipstick.”

This thought came to mind. What does it mean when a woman looks into the mirror or asks if her lipstick looks ok?

“What does it mean when a woman says she needs some more lipstick? Do you think it could be that her lips keep falling off. That is why she needs some kind of glue to keep her lips stuck on her face? “Hence Lipstick!”

You know ndns gave names to others whether good or bad ones. What would this ones’ name be?

Falling lips, No lips, Sliding Lips, maybe Red sticky lips? What would you come up with? Why would you?

good thing they didn’t have Gorilla glue back then might have been called Gorilla lips!

This American English sure can be cornfusing at times to a simple minded ndn like me.

Throughout time man has dreamed of flying and it is not limited to a certain race, color, or group. Ever since man lifted his eyes skyward, he has wondered and dreamed about taking a flight upwards.  To soar as the eagle, or just as simple fly.

The Bible in Isaiah 40:31 says to us “But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as Eagles; they shall run, and not be weary, and they shall walk, and not  faint.”

This does not mean we will fly but there are those who would argue yes, we will!

Ok, so be it.

Ndns’ have sought visions and some of those turned out to be about birds of prey. They were thought to be of strength and power to overcome. One can understand why these came about as the Eagle, Hawk, or the Owl have certain traits unique to them.

Like flying over the landscape seeing, it from a different perspective with a keener view of things. Soaring to heights unknown to the walking people.

Songs and offerings were offered up in thanks for whatever one got from them. One could soar as the Eagle, be swift as the Hawk, and see through the darkness as the Owl. Still the ndn and other groups stayed earthbound.

Flight eluded him until, the right ones came along, like the Wright brothers. I know a bad play on words I took a flight of fancy.

There was a swirling of hysteria over a balloon that flew over the United States. It was flying over some pretty-interesting places too. Mainly airbases and other sensitive installations. The bat people who man the radar sites did not detect it until, someone looked up and spotted it.  With so many sophisticated instruments it was detected using the naked eye and a telescope from a box of cracker jacks. This balloon flew from China they said reminds one of the movies “Around the world in eighty days.”

People wondered why it was not shot down before it got this far? Those in the know of the Yonag House were like sheep going baaaaaaaa-loons? What baaaa-loons? They eventually shot it down using an ultra- secret balloon busting rocket developed for just such an emergency. Only after it had traversed across America.

It clearly posed a threat to air travel at least that was the reason given why it took so long to shoot it. A lot of hot air escaped from it once it was punctured. There is plenty left in Washington though so never fear one source of energy we will not run out of.

The government sent rescue teams out to save the wreckage and to identify its’ origin. They have been busy at it searching for the evidence. I bet looking for that little tag like those you see on many products you buy at wallyworld.

Yep the one that says “Made in China.”

Yo Ndns’ think this will fly?

The title lends itself to fantasy versus reality for some that is. Our lives are based on the knowledge that we are limited to time and space. With this, man from the beginning has sought to reach into space. This accomplished he turned again to the idea of time travel.

Shows once again pop up and we are pulled into this idea of what if we could travel in time, through time? This notion isn’t limited to wackos or scientist, though some would say there is no difference betwixt the two.

All races, cultures, ethnic groups or whoever would like to do it too. The NDN is no different in his or her thinking of maybe going back into history and changing it. Maybe they would build a wall around this land called America; to prevent others from invading them.

Ha Ha! Or is it Ughhh!

Anywhoo, while reading the Bible I came across this passage in Daniel 2:20-21 “…Blessed be the name of God forever and ever. For wisdom and might are his. And he changes the times and seasons….”

Ok that settles that no time travel for me since, I’m not God.

That was until I stumbled upon this Ultra -Top secret-Confidential document that somehow got misplaced by some higher evolved government office holder.

This came into my hands while rummaging through old files at the Ye ol Flea Market. I only write about this because the people have right to know about this program. It was funded by the Gang of Seven whoever they are.

The more I read, the more I realized I was a victim of this program. This from feeling different and knowing something was off. Oh, I know most people would tell me that I had been born a little off. Never the less family, friends and co-workers never quite got it.

Why I was even thought of that way by some my church members.

I found that the program with the initials DST inception date was around March 19^th 1918 until this date which was redacted. Redacted means some kid had run crazy with his black magic marker.  

I now know why for some eight months out of the year I passed from present to future and later back from the future to the past or present. I really can’t say which. It wasn’t too bad but there were subtle changes. I awoke earlier and slept later. The body and mind slowly adjusted.

The day I read the file to say I was flabbergasted would be an understatement.  Now no jokes about my blubber oops, I meant flabber!

I may be the only one who knows about this insidious government experiment carried out on its’ own people. I think others have felt the effects of this but don’t know or realize they are in a time warp.

We blindly move along not knowing that there are other time travelers among us. I thought I had been the only one but once-in- a-while I hear some muttering about having these odd feelings. If there is a glimmer of it some just shrug it off. Maybe that is why Ndn’s feel presence of the spirits or so they say.

Today came a sly hint by the government about something entitled “The Time Travelling Ending Hypothesis.”

A fancied way of saying program is either a success or a failure. I do agree that time to do away with this program is at hand. It has reached its’ zenith.

It is against the law to do this to people the Bible mentions one in Daniel 7:25 “…and he shall intend to change times and Law.

Well with every program or experiment there needs to be a control group. This group that was allowed to remain in the neutral zone and placed in separate file known as “the Arid-zone-A group.

So, what was this hideous time travel program named? Well, it came from the initials DST or more commonly called or known as “DAYLIGHT SAVINGS TIME.”

There you go Bernard “now you know the rest of the story.”

Last time we raised the issue of culture changes so here comes a few more thoughts on this topic.

On leadership we all realize there had to be those that rose to that position. The question of “how?”   No ndn pun intended.

There must have been an election of some sort. Maybe like television used to show about a knife fight or a wrasslin match of some sort? Were there contests to show who was the more intelligent? Something like Jeopardy or Name that Tune? Maybe races to see who was fleet of foot. This would be before the horse though. No Ford Mustangs or Pintos in this race.

What did each person running for a position promise to do for the people? More Buffalo or nut and berries? There, had to be speeches one would think. There were probably more words spoken then in the movies and not just some grunts!

 Of Ughh, or me see’em or even the most famous of all the “How!”

Today we see ads on the big screen that one-eyed monster in every household. Maybe the little tablet or on the cell phone. Billboard are still around but a lot are digital now too. Paper signs abound plastered to trees and fences. Never mind the mess they leave behind. No Greta Thunberg protesting about all this waste of paper made from trees?

All this to say about it in the following observations about Then and Now.

                        Then

Back in the day when people raised chickens all they had to worry about was keeping them out of the vegetable garden

                       Now

Today if people raise chickens, they must worry about them getting into the pot (marijuana) garden.

Politics then and now

                        Then

The slogan used to be “a chicken in every pot.”

                        Now

It is “some pot in every chicken.”

I wonder if this is where the “chicken pot pie comes from?”

Just a thought.      Wait that was already around. Who would have thunk it?

Then

Mom is frying the chicken.

Now

Mom is fried and so is the chicken

It’s a new day or is it?

There is a joke that has two Indian men talking about Changes.

It goes something like this

“When white man find land, Indians running it, no taxes, no debt, plenty buffalo, plenty beaver, clean water.
Women did all the work, Medicine man free. Indian man spent all day hunting and fishing; rest at night with family.
Then one leaned back and smiled and said “Only white man dumb, enough to think he could improve on a system like that.”

(Italics part my change)

It does make it seem like life back then was all hunky—dory! We have forgotten or rather choose to be blind to certain facts. The biggest thing is that life before the white man or other people came to this land is that life was actually very hard.

There were no Wal-marts for the necessities of daily living. For instance, food the men had to go hunt for it.

 One just didn’t walk outside and find Deer meat all weighed out and wrapped up for you. Nor the Buffalo meat either.

Nuts and berries came in their season not shipped in from warmer climes or from overseas.

For all these things you just didn’t run or drive to the store. Maybe other tribes made them so a barter or trade was made. Unlike today where these are now made in China or wherever labor is cheapest.

I am not sure about taxes seems like there would always be some form of paying for national defense and leadership. At least not like todays Infernal Reviled Service.

Men tend to think that they just laid around eating and joking around. The women also helped with the hunt. That was before the horse and Guns.

The reason being if the man of the mud-hut-teepee or lodge did not bring any meat home form the hunt. Yep!  Once again, a reminder meat didn’t come pre-packaged!

Nor were the clothes like moccasins-buffalo robes and buckskin shirts bought right off the rack. 

Like you can today. At the, Ye olde authentic NDN store!

The skins for these came from the animals the men had killed.

The thing is if you didn’t hunt for meat or gather nuts and berries you starved!

Today, its’ somewhat easy to go down to the tribal headquarters and get money and housing.

Tribal leaders didn’t send smoke signals or send runners to tell you that it was commodity time. Nor were there any cards with their pictures on them promising better tee-pees or mud-huts if they got elected.

That was a good thing. I believe that’s’ just my thought.

I do think there was some form of drink back then too. Maybe not as much or cheap or as potent as today. Also, I think there were some drugs too like peyote and others.

I wonder if mom or dad put up with a lazy-beer guzzling wonder brave back during those good old times?  How was addiction, if one saw it or realized that was a problem and that treatment was need? How was it treated back then? Was there some sort of rehab back then?

Just somethings to ponder as we look back to the good ol times. How far back do we really look though?

Have far have we moved from backward dependency to self-determination. Not as a tribe but as individuals?

Are we still deluded with our own wrong visions of life back then?

Culture changes and people need to change with it too.

Everywhere are things that now have names.  A bridge used to be just a bridge now it might be Senator so and so or like the very short one in North Carolina the Richard Petty bridge. A creek is also given a name only to change with someone’s fancy.   This country erects statues and memorials to people they deem worthy of honor or as an example of injustice.

I think the day will come when a ditch is no longer just a ditch but named for some good ol boy!

I remember watching a John Wayne movie entitled “The Green Berets.” In it was a scene where places on base were streets, sidewalks and other things named after those who had fallen in battle. The Sargent found something he wanted his name on.  Sgt. Pervy had his name put on an outhouse or latrine if you will it was named Pervys’ Privy.

In the wake of tearing down statues and memorials that represented oppression and injustice what have we gained? What will replace them or who is worthy of this recognition.

How about some more of those who fought against the invaders? Maybe rename America? There are too many tribes and what a conundrum this would cause. Each wanting to be the one tribe to be recognized and pushing themselves forward.

History tells us that this land was discovered by explorers in search of something or other.

Question posed today is has anyone ever told this land that it was lost? The other question is who was the person, nation, or entity responsible for losing it?  

If anyone or whatever steps forward and claims responsibility for it being, lost they need to be spanked mighty hard!

We have already passed spooky night and now coming up is Turkey Day!  Will it be a turkey of a day or will we find things to be thankful for? 

Let us just thank the Great Spirit. The Lord God for something!

At least our names aren’t attached to the bridge or road to nowhere. My name is written down in the lambs’ book of life how about yours?

Any way I am glad my name is not on anything else, like say a Dam.

Would it be Vann dam or the other way around inf you did not like it?

Maybe a gravestone marker that said “here lies” and they forgot to fill it in? imagine the lines to that? So no, my name is just my name and not that important so that,  it winds up on anything other than signing my paycheck or …..

On Memorial Day a wreath is laid at the “Tomb of the unknow soldier.” To remember the men and women who died in war while serving their country.

The wars that America has fought to preserve the freedom and liberty all Americans enjoy today.

June 6^th D-Day the day the allies including Americans landed on the beaches of Normandy.

The 4^th of July a day Americans celebrate their Independence.

What if

One extracted DNA from all those entered in the tomb of the unknown soldier? Wit before you get all huffy its’ been partially done already. The body representing the Vietnam war has been identified!

There isn’t a body from that war and from then on,

Desecration you argue between clenched teeth. That’s’ been done already by archeologists digging up tombs and old graveyards, oh such sacrilege!

So, what if

The DNA showed that all those entombed were “heaven forbid!”   All Indians, or blacks, Chinese, Mexicans, Jewish, Germans, or maybe Russian?

Yea what if.

But native tribes don’t even accept DNA analysis as proof of tribal membership.

Politicians aside.

What if

D-Day was in celebration of natives repulsing foreign invaders?

What if?

What if the fourth wasn’t about independence from English tyranny?

What if Europeans hadn’t sailed across the Big Pond?

What if

Europeans, Muslims, Africans, colonists-Americans, natives hadn’t adopted the practice of enslaving people?

What if

We could overlook color, race, the past and come to the supper table together?

What if

 we realized we were created and there is only one creator?

What if

we really are brothers and sisters?

What if

we could “love our neighbors as we love ourselves?”

What if

there were no races and no democrats or republicans?

What if

there was only one generic race?

What if there is only one Great Spirit that cared and resided in and with us?

What if?

Once again government has raised its’ big ol foolish hydra head. Huh you wonder. Well, they’ve gone and made permanent that great Law of Daylight Savings Time!

Now I ask you these foolish questions from this some call an old fool.

Number one and so forth:

 How can you save daylight?

Where is it stored?

 Is it banked and at what interest rate are we getting for it?

Who captures it and how? Do they corral it, bottle it, or just shove it into some cave?

Who is in charge and how do they know at what rate or amount to save?

It seems like daylight savings time engenders more questions than it answers. Quite befuddling. I’ve really only heard of two instances of daylight being saved or suspended.

That happened when Joshua asked God to stay the sun in Joshua 10:12.   Then Joshua spoke to the LORD in the day when the LORD delivered up the Amorites before the children of Israel: “Sun stand still over Gibeon; And moon, in the valley of Aijalon.” So, the sun stood still, and the moon stopped, Till the people had revenge Upon their enemies.  

Another is in Isaiah 38:8 Behold, I will bring again the shadow of the degrees, which is gone down in the sun dial of Ahaz, ten degrees backward. So, the sun returned ten degrees, by which degrees it was gone down.

Maybe this is why we have leap year? 

That’s a question for another time though.

On this incredibly bright, stupendous idea of Daylight savings time as usual the farmer who gets up at the crack of dawn and works till nightfall wasn’t consulted about it! Neither was the NDN though he might have had this look-stoic though it might be of “Say What!” Just as an Ndn home isn’t a teepee, or a mud-hut, but a brick house or wooden one.

He knows the sun rises and sets at its’ own will as God has set its’ time too! It does forbode a serious look at the places Ndns occupy today i.e. land.

Will it be used to store the daylight saved? Will it be safe to do that? What new disease or diseases’ will or could it produce? What will it cost to place it there? How many ndn families will be displaced again? What new REZ will we be forced to move to?

Hmm might we get more beads and trinkets worth more than $24? At least land with no oil, uranium, lumber, gold, or anything else worth having? Heck even if we got the desert sand is still a commodity used in construction.

Shucks may have to move to the moon! Oops already has an American flag and NASA junk there already. hmm junk as a sign of ownership proof of occupation.

This is too much I better go starting to run out of moonlight. Hey there’s an idea moonlight savings time! Yeah, that could work!

A year later and still the virus is around amid other things. Inflation, anger, and cancelling of people and ideas. Still things remain the same people living life as best as possible with jobs, kids, marriages and of course birthdays.

Birthdays on off all things during a pandemic but with a twist it is also national Ground Swine Day! Well to some it’s groundhog but to others just a day of getting older like my sister.

Ground hog day isn’t about a stupid movie with Bill Murray. To some it’s about if there will be six more weeks of winter. Well Duh! Of course, there will be because winter isn’t officially over till march 20th or 21^st depending on the leaping year.

Count up the weeks at least six more weeks well plus a few days.

This hog day was probably a story of how to tell the weather as recounted by some old wise ndn. I believe I have written about this before? Hmmm.

Ok on with this again. Now I ask you why on Gods’ green earth would the Groundhog be a better forecaster of the weather?

Why would he care about seeing his shadow? If it’s cold outside, wouldn’t you stay inside?

I do and the wife has to practically drag me out of bed to get wood from outside.  So, she won’t freeze well me too!

Why wouldn’t the animal be the same and say its’ cold I ain’t going out there. Shadow or now shadow. Maybe he thinks I hope them white people in those funny stove pipe hats don’t come around again. Why do they jerk me out from my warm den out into the cold? These are very weird people these white ones.

Anyway, it must be true about the groundswine predicating the weather. Afterall, why would the white man lie to the ndn again?

God forbid the ndn tell the white man or any other race a lie about a weather forecasting ground hog.

We know after all it’s really the Squirrel that is the real deal?  Right?

I like words but hate it when they are used wrong as in what the real meaning of the word is. I have to confess I did on my blog about Pearl Harbor. Yep, I used the wrong word and no excuse for it. I used bridal instead of bridle which has an entirely different meaning.

The adjective bridal talks about a wedding or a bride. A bridal bouquet is the arrangement of flowers the bride carries during a wedding ceremony.

Whereas- bridle refers: to a harness which is to put on the head of a horse, to restrain, check, or control with or as in bridle your tongue.

We have heard of these phrases that start with “as long as.” Then it depends on which lawyer interprets it like” it depends on what you mean by the phrase or words” “as long as.”

Today words are used and then have to be taken back or reinterpreted. Politicians use this as do news people.

After all what is a treaty? It is a document setting forth an agreement between two parties. It contains words outlining what they have agreed on or to. It is said to be binding unless broken by one or the other party involved. It remains in force as long as both abide by its’ contents.

Now where does the Indian reside in this well depends on who is in power. Who breaks what or is perceived as breaking along with enforcement is by the one in power.

Power is used for authority here. See how it changes?

We have to be very careful with taking up every new idea and word that comes along.

Natives, Indians, the indigenous people fought for the right to live and a way of life. As strange or barbaric as it seemed to the colonists.

Christianity was also a new concept, religion, way of life to them too. Today even Christianity is thrown around at every group who say God is love.

There is power in the spoken word but we can also have too much of it? As stated, before the wrong word changes meanings.

We are told what we are, who we are, and why we are but ourselves and others. Do we have to be as they see us?

Jesus once asked the lawyers and pharisees “is it lawful to heal on the sabbath?” Did you notice he didn’t say “unlawful and why not?

Are Christians lawful? Are ndn’s? Who is lawfully empowered to say? If we live lawfully, can they say otherwise? 

Just a thought about words.