We are the Ones We've Been Waiting For

I am Status First Nation from Timiskaming First Nation in Quebec but living on the Unceded Territory of the Coast Salish People. Nearly a month ago, I came to the horrifying discovery that without even knowing, I was 'Enrolled' into the Mormon-run 'Indian Student Placement Program' as a 'Level 4 Assimilation' (Extreme/Fatal) by a family member. As a result of this enrollment, I suffered horrendous childhood abuse in all forms, to such an extent, that it can accurately be viewed as torture. The abuse as a result of this enrollment continues even today as a 46 year old man. At first I was extremely angry at this family member and others who could have, and should have stopped what was done, and accepted the reality that I had lost my family, if I ever had 1 to begin with. I've been on my 'Healing Journey' since Mid-May of 2021, just days before Kupki7 Roseanne Casimir reported to the Press and the World the recoveries of 215 of our 'Missing' being recovered in unmarked graves at the former Institution of Forced Assimilation and Genocide (Residential School) in Kamloops, BC, Canada. Growing up separated from my dad and his side of the family where my Indigenous Ancestry comes through, and not knowing anything about that part of my family's history, let alone anything about these deplorable places, I was beyond horrified. In the process of not only learning about the true history of Kanata, but also while healing from my trauma, I came to learn through not only research, but also by learning from Survivors of these deplorable places, about the impacts of Intergenerational Trauma and the impacts of Colonization. With what I've been able to learn about the impacts Colonization has had on my family, within a week of learning about my 'Enrollment', I've been able to fully forgive my family member for what was done to me. Chi'Miigwech, Hiy kitatamihin, and Thank you to the person who shared this beautiful teaching and Prophesy of the Hopi as it has only further confirmed for me that I'm on the 'Right Path' to my Healing on my Healing Journey. All Our Relations!

I am Hopi from first mesa, I lived on the Muckleshoot res for 20 years, was married to their chiefs only daughter. I was invited to many of their Sacred Ceremonies in their secret society the red n black face people I am also part of our secret society and have a seat in our Kiva ceremonies. For now try n understand the things your speaking of are a WAS.... They no longer exist. The spirits of lies are controlling you by the things from the past that no longer really exist. It's a lie their lie that they are trying to get you to accept as though it is the truth. Once we accept the spirits of lies, lies as though they are the truth, we must first deny and abandon the spirits of truths truth. This is how the spirits of lies and deception enter and control humans body's.

Tho I am not native, I stumbled into a parallel prophecy of the Ogama of the Objibwe/Chippewa that speaks of a water drum that will sound again—see 7th Fire Prophecy when you search on Google it comes up in the Wikipedia. The main details are the same as what my friend told me—minus mention of the water drum. Before the recent fires, I took on stewardship of a massive drum when my neighbor passed. He’s hosted a de-assimilation program for youth in Montana, but that’s not how the drum got to our town—that part of the story is currently unknown. In January, the drum almost burned twice—along with our community, Topanga. After the fire I felt responsible for a friend of mine losing a drum he earned for his bravery at the pipeline protest camp. He’s the grandson of a great leader of a tribe whose southern border is our town. I showed him the massive drum. “That’s Red Road—it ain’t me…’ he backed away from the drum. A few days later, an Ogamagishig family member—great lineage of the Anishinaabe—relative of Pat Kennedy was visiting. He’d recently moved to our town. I asked permission to show him the drum. Made of yellow birch with a knot he recognized—this was a drum he helped to carve at a ceremony in Heart Butte when he was 7. Here he stood, 40 years later, now 47. He wanted to make sure it was the drum, so he took a photo to send to others who had been with him and Pat Kennedy. ‘As far as I’m concerned, this is that drum. I give it back.” The answer came back that they see this drum going full circle as a sign that the 8th and final fire is already happening. This prophecy speaks of a time of coming together and unlocking eternal peace and green pastures. It is time to restore balance. I have not yet met any Hopi—to my knowledge—but I look forward to doing so. I’m the 7th generation of my family in California. One of my ancestors in Los Angeles was a spiritual leader that had connections across divisions and across the world. When I almost passed, he visited in the spirit realm—I could see him. He taught my grandparents and my parents, who taught me that we are all relatives—just as the great Chumash chairman Rudy Romero, grandpa of my friend, often said in English and in the only language he spoke when he was 5. My other friend—the one I gave the drum back to— only spoke Objibwe until he was 5 and also stripped from his family and raised in brutal ways to try to strip him of his cultural heritage, too. They did not succeed. The way the treatise were written, we all need to raise our voices together and make sure that we honor the people with roots here rather than wipe them out on paper. As the prophecy says, the white man that comes as a brother has the same face as the ones that do not. Very few of the Objibwe know the 7th fire, 8th fire prophecy. But the Hopi Prophecy is widely known. And it’s a celebration