The document provides an overview of the author's experience at Standing Rock in North Dakota while protesting the Dakota Access Pipeline. Some key details include:
- The author arrived with a group and helped supply the camp with donations. They witnessed extreme police brutality against protesters.
- On one occasion, the author was prepared to act as a human shield to protect others at Turtle Island from police threatening to use live ammunition. Through prayer and speaking from the heart, they helped deescalate the situation without violence.
- The author established a daily routine including morning prayers by the sacred fire and a water ritual at the river, where they helped ensure safety.
- Prayer and unity among indigenous tribes and
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It is important to connect with this intuition at all times in your life because it is more like the subconscious mind at work which is trying to guide you.
A random act of kindness is paying it forward. The document shares stories of ordinary people helping strangers through small acts like buying someone gas and food, returning a lost wallet, or gifting a hotel room to a couple on their honeymoon. These random acts had positive ripple effects, reminding us that kindness can change lives and spread in unexpected ways.
American Sniper: The Autobiography of the Most Lethal Sniper in U.S. Military...Lirigzon Gashi
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This document provides an autobiographical account from the author about their experiences that have prepared them to tell stories of wounded veterans, despite not being a veteran themselves. The author details experiencing violence as a child in Africa, working as a prosecutor and seeing traumatic crime and suicide cases, experiencing their own mental health struggles, and bonding with veterans struggling with mental health in treatment facilities. The author argues these experiences have taught them to ask the right questions, listen carefully, and understand veterans, though they cannot fully understand the experience of combat. The goal is to honor veterans' stories and bring more nuanced understanding of mental health issues.
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This document contains diary entries from Chris and Imran detailing the deterioration of their friendship over time. Rising racial tensions and riots in their town led Chris's family to move away. Imran's brother Rafiq gets into legal trouble for fighting racists. Chris joins the military and is deployed to Afghanistan, straining his relationship with Imran further. Their final confrontation ends in a fight, and Imran smears his blood on Chris's face in anger over feeling betrayed.
My beloved mentor and friend killed himself July 20, 2008. I am simply destroyed and a little angry about how people deal with suicide victims. I miss him. I have regrets. This is my memorial.
The document discusses good manners and civility. It argues that while discourtesy is not a legal offense, the lift-man was wrong to physically assault the passenger who refused to say "please." Though the law cannot enforce manners, social practices encourage civility through small courtesies like saying "please" and "thank you." The document praises a polite bus conductor who treats passengers with kindness, easing tensions and making his work pleasant through good humor.
At this point there's a lot of stuff that could be drawn out better. Not just the animation. There's a lot of stuff that gets crammed into a few issues that could be deeper.
It is important to connect with this intuition at all times in your life because it is more like the subconscious mind at work which is trying to guide you.
A random act of kindness is paying it forward. The document shares stories of ordinary people helping strangers through small acts like buying someone gas and food, returning a lost wallet, or gifting a hotel room to a couple on their honeymoon. These random acts had positive ripple effects, reminding us that kindness can change lives and spread in unexpected ways.
American Sniper: The Autobiography of the Most Lethal Sniper in U.S. Military...Lirigzon Gashi
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Writing is About Turning Blood Into Ink: 'time to 'fess upCharles Bloeser
This document provides an autobiographical account from the author about their experiences that have prepared them to tell stories of wounded veterans, despite not being a veteran themselves. The author details experiencing violence as a child in Africa, working as a prosecutor and seeing traumatic crime and suicide cases, experiencing their own mental health struggles, and bonding with veterans struggling with mental health in treatment facilities. The author argues these experiences have taught them to ask the right questions, listen carefully, and understand veterans, though they cannot fully understand the experience of combat. The goal is to honor veterans' stories and bring more nuanced understanding of mental health issues.
Rising action and climax activity an act of lovejadeezhu
This document contains diary entries from Chris and Imran detailing the deterioration of their friendship over time. Rising racial tensions and riots in their town led Chris's family to move away. Imran's brother Rafiq gets into legal trouble for fighting racists. Chris joins the military and is deployed to Afghanistan, straining his relationship with Imran further. Their final confrontation ends in a fight, and Imran smears his blood on Chris's face in anger over feeling betrayed.
My beloved mentor and friend killed himself July 20, 2008. I am simply destroyed and a little angry about how people deal with suicide victims. I miss him. I have regrets. This is my memorial.
The document discusses good manners and civility. It argues that while discourtesy is not a legal offense, the lift-man was wrong to physically assault the passenger who refused to say "please." Though the law cannot enforce manners, social practices encourage civility through small courtesies like saying "please" and "thank you." The document praises a polite bus conductor who treats passengers with kindness, easing tensions and making his work pleasant through good humor.
10 Powerful Leadership Lessons From, Butch Cassidy & the Sundance Kid Andrew Wood
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Vermachtnis legacy Palmer and Lexie's albumtaube22
The document is a first-person account from Lexie Vermachtnis describing her wedding and honeymoon with Palmer Vermachtnis. Some key details:
- Lexie describes getting ready for the wedding with friends and family, including some tensions, and feeling excited to marry Palmer.
- The wedding ceremony goes well despite some fights breaking out among guests. Lexie and Palmer share romantic moments as new spouses.
- They travel to Twikkii Island for their honeymoon and enjoy relaxing beach activities, local cuisine, and bonding time, though they find a local woman Carla's repeated intrusions into their space uncomfortable.
- Lexie learns during the trip that she is pregnant with her
1) Live good lives because we are foreigners and exiles in this world, as our true home and citizenship is in heaven. We should live as those whose allegiance lies elsewhere.
2) Live good lives because sin wages war against our souls. All sin, from small to large, harms our spiritual well-being. We must fight against sin through repentance and obedience.
3) Live good lives in order to glorify God in all that we do. Our purpose is not to glorify ourselves but to honor God with our lives, words, and deeds. We should point to God, not ourselves, with all that we accomplish.
This document is the introduction to a book titled "No More Crumbs" by Samantha Gregory. It discusses how many women accept "crumbs" or minimal affection from men in relationships. Gregory shares her own experience of accepting crumbs from a man for 15 years and the pain it caused. She hit rock bottom by choosing abusive partners. Eventually, Gregory got tired of living under the table and accepting crumbs. She learned to stop settling and value herself more. The book aims to teach women the "no more crumbs" relationship philosophy and how to avoid settling for less than they deserve in relationships.
This document summarizes the author's experience at a RYLA leadership camp. It discusses [1] bonding with their cabin mates and forming strong friendships, [2] participating in daily activities like exercise, treasure hunts, and facing fears on the ropes course, and [3] growing in confidence and overcoming fears with the support of counselors and new friends. The author is grateful for the life-changing experience and friendships formed at the camp.
The document summarizes the author's experience at a RYLA leadership camp. It discusses bonding with their cabinmates who became like family, facing fears such as heights on ropes courses, and gaining confidence and strength from the encouragement of friends and counselors. The camp helped the author and their cabinmates overcome personal challenges and build lifelong friendships.
Your problems are your gifts and, in a large sense they are like a healthy drug. You would not be happy in your life without problems. We all seek out problems and enjoy them, even when they are challenging. Embrace your problems. Problems create energy and energy creates change.
The document discusses the author's experience with opioid addiction through patients, friends, and family members. It describes opioid addiction as an exhausting battle that is difficult but worth fighting. The author's friend struggled with heroin addiction for many years, reaching out for help but ultimately losing his battle and committing suicide. This personal experience and loss motivated the author to pursue a career helping those with substance use disorder. Through her various healthcare roles, she has seen both the devastation of addiction but also the transformation possible through treatment and sobriety.
1) Sarah Williams is a female veteran who served in Iraq for 5 years and now suffers from PTSD. She felt compelled to serve after 9/11 and wanted to help bring justice.
2) During her service, she witnessed numerous violent riots and deaths of innocent civilians. She was also sexually assaulted by her commanding officer.
3) After returning home, she experienced severe nightmares, anxiety, and depression from her trauma. However, she had difficulty getting proper treatment for her PTSD due to gender bias that women could not experience combat trauma.
The document is a collection of disjointed passages that repeat the same concluding phrase. It explores themes of identity, heroism, villainy, human connection, and the differences between human and superhuman physiology. The document cycles through these topics in a nonlinear way without clearly resolving any ideas.
Damon's narrative describes waking up alone in his house and going outside to meet his friend Jon. They decide to go to the mall but an ambulance passes by quickly, causing Damon to get a bad feeling. They follow the ambulance and find it at Damon's house, where his father stole and crashed his mother's car while fleeing from police. Damon's father is arrested and Damon leaves Kentucky, losing contact with his father and friend Jon.
Jesse's narrative describes going kayaking and duck hunting with his friend Lee on a cold, foggy day. They encounter dangerous rapids with many submerged rocks. Both kayaks hit rocks at different points, with Lee nearly drowning after his kayak
This chapter provides background on the author's experience in Haiti where he witnessed a mob attack on a woman. The author was sitting in a medical truck as the attack happened outside but did not intervene. The chapter then contrasts this with two previous occasions where the author was in fights to protect others - once in 1996 helping a woman being choked in an alley in Pittsburgh. It also describes the author's work with a priest in Haiti, loading medical supplies to bring into the dangerous Cite Soleil slum, though he was not prepared for the violence he would witness that day.
This document is a personal account from the author's grandmother, Lois Benson Hill, describing her experiences as an Army nurse during World War II. She details her training at Camp McCoy and Camp Barkley in 1945 before being deployed to Okinawa aboard a troop ship. Upon arriving in Okinawa, she was assigned to the 86th Field Hospital where she cared for soldiers with serious chest and abdominal wounds in primitive conditions. She shares stories of the difficult living and working conditions, including dealing with constant rain, mud, and lack of running water or proper bathroom facilities. The account provides a first-hand perspective of what it was like for a nurse serving so close to the front lines during some of the war's
The document is the beginning of a novel about a man driving across the country in a van after feeling chosen by God on a mission to change the world, though he struggles with paranoia. He leaves his home after a confrontation with his parents and drives through Colorado listening to the radio, dwelling on his past experiences with ridicule that led to his paranoia. As he drives through the night he wonders if he is truly on a divine mission or if he is just crazy.
The narrator meets a man on a train who asks him to deliver a message to a man with a red beard sleeping in a train compartment at Marwar Junction. The first man wants to let his friend know he has "gone south for the week." At Marwar Junction, the narrator finds the red-bearded man and delivers the message as requested. The red-bearded man is displeased but acknowledges receiving the message. The narrator reflects on the dangers of the two men's plans to impersonate journalists and extort money from local states.
This document appears to be a collection of first-person accounts from multiple individuals about their experiences with a gang called KMFC. It discusses reasons for initially joining the gang, which included being homeless, seeking drugs or protection. It also describes some of the challenges of being homeless, such as finding places to sleep or use the bathroom. Teachings of the gang leader are mentioned, focusing on concepts of human nature.
This document is a short story told from the perspective of a woman named Mary Beth about her tumultuous relationship with a man named Tommy. The summary is:
Mary Beth meets Tommy at a barbecue and they begin dating, though their relationship is rocky from the start due to Tommy's rude behavior. Over time, Mary Beth grows dependent on Tommy for her sense of identity and well-being, yet he continues to betray her trust through infidelity and lies. After discovering evidence of Tommy cheating again, Mary Beth decides to leave him for good by quietly taking her things and leaving while he sleeps, realizing she needs to quit relying on someone who will never truly change.
Catalog | Vortex Life 2018 | Optics TradeOptics-Trade
The document is a letter from the editorial team of Vortex Optics introducing their new catalog section called "The Vortex Life" which aims to showcase the lifestyle of their customers beyond just product information. It discusses hunting, shooting sports, public lands, home defense, the military, law enforcement, and how these are essential parts of their customers' lives. The section includes articles, stories, recipes, and gear tips related to this lifestyle. The letter encourages readers to dive into this new section to learn more about "The Vortex Life".
This document contains poems and writings by Sanford Shuman about romance, inspiration, and freeing people with poetry. It includes 18 poems on topics like the value of women, love, finding one's soulmate, and using poetry for inspiration. The document provides an introduction and table of contents for Shuman's full collection of romantic and inspirational works.
The document describes a solar Stirling charger device consisting of multiple sub-assemblies. Sub-assembly A contains components that enclose and protect the engine, including a parabolic mirror, dome cover, and flotation tube. Sub-assembly B contains the core engine components, such as the drive shaft with swashplate, pistons, cylinders, and regenerator. The document discusses the materials, manufacturing methods, and costs for each individual component.
An employee writes a letter to the CEO explaining why he feels disengaged from his job and company. He says it's due to a buildup of small issues over time, like increased workload without reduced responsibilities. Only 30% of employees feel engaged at work. The employee provides suggestions to improve communication and engagement, such as ensuring messages are relevant to employees' jobs, stopping overcommunication, and treating employees like adults.
10 Powerful Leadership Lessons From, Butch Cassidy & the Sundance Kid Andrew Wood
10 great leadership lessons from my all time favorite movie Butch Cassidy & the Sundance Kid. A great script and two legendary actors in their prime play out some great leadership lessons.
Vermachtnis legacy Palmer and Lexie's albumtaube22
The document is a first-person account from Lexie Vermachtnis describing her wedding and honeymoon with Palmer Vermachtnis. Some key details:
- Lexie describes getting ready for the wedding with friends and family, including some tensions, and feeling excited to marry Palmer.
- The wedding ceremony goes well despite some fights breaking out among guests. Lexie and Palmer share romantic moments as new spouses.
- They travel to Twikkii Island for their honeymoon and enjoy relaxing beach activities, local cuisine, and bonding time, though they find a local woman Carla's repeated intrusions into their space uncomfortable.
- Lexie learns during the trip that she is pregnant with her
1) Live good lives because we are foreigners and exiles in this world, as our true home and citizenship is in heaven. We should live as those whose allegiance lies elsewhere.
2) Live good lives because sin wages war against our souls. All sin, from small to large, harms our spiritual well-being. We must fight against sin through repentance and obedience.
3) Live good lives in order to glorify God in all that we do. Our purpose is not to glorify ourselves but to honor God with our lives, words, and deeds. We should point to God, not ourselves, with all that we accomplish.
This document is the introduction to a book titled "No More Crumbs" by Samantha Gregory. It discusses how many women accept "crumbs" or minimal affection from men in relationships. Gregory shares her own experience of accepting crumbs from a man for 15 years and the pain it caused. She hit rock bottom by choosing abusive partners. Eventually, Gregory got tired of living under the table and accepting crumbs. She learned to stop settling and value herself more. The book aims to teach women the "no more crumbs" relationship philosophy and how to avoid settling for less than they deserve in relationships.
This document summarizes the author's experience at a RYLA leadership camp. It discusses [1] bonding with their cabin mates and forming strong friendships, [2] participating in daily activities like exercise, treasure hunts, and facing fears on the ropes course, and [3] growing in confidence and overcoming fears with the support of counselors and new friends. The author is grateful for the life-changing experience and friendships formed at the camp.
The document summarizes the author's experience at a RYLA leadership camp. It discusses bonding with their cabinmates who became like family, facing fears such as heights on ropes courses, and gaining confidence and strength from the encouragement of friends and counselors. The camp helped the author and their cabinmates overcome personal challenges and build lifelong friendships.
Your problems are your gifts and, in a large sense they are like a healthy drug. You would not be happy in your life without problems. We all seek out problems and enjoy them, even when they are challenging. Embrace your problems. Problems create energy and energy creates change.
The document discusses the author's experience with opioid addiction through patients, friends, and family members. It describes opioid addiction as an exhausting battle that is difficult but worth fighting. The author's friend struggled with heroin addiction for many years, reaching out for help but ultimately losing his battle and committing suicide. This personal experience and loss motivated the author to pursue a career helping those with substance use disorder. Through her various healthcare roles, she has seen both the devastation of addiction but also the transformation possible through treatment and sobriety.
1) Sarah Williams is a female veteran who served in Iraq for 5 years and now suffers from PTSD. She felt compelled to serve after 9/11 and wanted to help bring justice.
2) During her service, she witnessed numerous violent riots and deaths of innocent civilians. She was also sexually assaulted by her commanding officer.
3) After returning home, she experienced severe nightmares, anxiety, and depression from her trauma. However, she had difficulty getting proper treatment for her PTSD due to gender bias that women could not experience combat trauma.
The document is a collection of disjointed passages that repeat the same concluding phrase. It explores themes of identity, heroism, villainy, human connection, and the differences between human and superhuman physiology. The document cycles through these topics in a nonlinear way without clearly resolving any ideas.
Damon's narrative describes waking up alone in his house and going outside to meet his friend Jon. They decide to go to the mall but an ambulance passes by quickly, causing Damon to get a bad feeling. They follow the ambulance and find it at Damon's house, where his father stole and crashed his mother's car while fleeing from police. Damon's father is arrested and Damon leaves Kentucky, losing contact with his father and friend Jon.
Jesse's narrative describes going kayaking and duck hunting with his friend Lee on a cold, foggy day. They encounter dangerous rapids with many submerged rocks. Both kayaks hit rocks at different points, with Lee nearly drowning after his kayak
This chapter provides background on the author's experience in Haiti where he witnessed a mob attack on a woman. The author was sitting in a medical truck as the attack happened outside but did not intervene. The chapter then contrasts this with two previous occasions where the author was in fights to protect others - once in 1996 helping a woman being choked in an alley in Pittsburgh. It also describes the author's work with a priest in Haiti, loading medical supplies to bring into the dangerous Cite Soleil slum, though he was not prepared for the violence he would witness that day.
This document is a personal account from the author's grandmother, Lois Benson Hill, describing her experiences as an Army nurse during World War II. She details her training at Camp McCoy and Camp Barkley in 1945 before being deployed to Okinawa aboard a troop ship. Upon arriving in Okinawa, she was assigned to the 86th Field Hospital where she cared for soldiers with serious chest and abdominal wounds in primitive conditions. She shares stories of the difficult living and working conditions, including dealing with constant rain, mud, and lack of running water or proper bathroom facilities. The account provides a first-hand perspective of what it was like for a nurse serving so close to the front lines during some of the war's
The document is the beginning of a novel about a man driving across the country in a van after feeling chosen by God on a mission to change the world, though he struggles with paranoia. He leaves his home after a confrontation with his parents and drives through Colorado listening to the radio, dwelling on his past experiences with ridicule that led to his paranoia. As he drives through the night he wonders if he is truly on a divine mission or if he is just crazy.
The narrator meets a man on a train who asks him to deliver a message to a man with a red beard sleeping in a train compartment at Marwar Junction. The first man wants to let his friend know he has "gone south for the week." At Marwar Junction, the narrator finds the red-bearded man and delivers the message as requested. The red-bearded man is displeased but acknowledges receiving the message. The narrator reflects on the dangers of the two men's plans to impersonate journalists and extort money from local states.
This document appears to be a collection of first-person accounts from multiple individuals about their experiences with a gang called KMFC. It discusses reasons for initially joining the gang, which included being homeless, seeking drugs or protection. It also describes some of the challenges of being homeless, such as finding places to sleep or use the bathroom. Teachings of the gang leader are mentioned, focusing on concepts of human nature.
This document is a short story told from the perspective of a woman named Mary Beth about her tumultuous relationship with a man named Tommy. The summary is:
Mary Beth meets Tommy at a barbecue and they begin dating, though their relationship is rocky from the start due to Tommy's rude behavior. Over time, Mary Beth grows dependent on Tommy for her sense of identity and well-being, yet he continues to betray her trust through infidelity and lies. After discovering evidence of Tommy cheating again, Mary Beth decides to leave him for good by quietly taking her things and leaving while he sleeps, realizing she needs to quit relying on someone who will never truly change.
Catalog | Vortex Life 2018 | Optics TradeOptics-Trade
The document is a letter from the editorial team of Vortex Optics introducing their new catalog section called "The Vortex Life" which aims to showcase the lifestyle of their customers beyond just product information. It discusses hunting, shooting sports, public lands, home defense, the military, law enforcement, and how these are essential parts of their customers' lives. The section includes articles, stories, recipes, and gear tips related to this lifestyle. The letter encourages readers to dive into this new section to learn more about "The Vortex Life".
This document contains poems and writings by Sanford Shuman about romance, inspiration, and freeing people with poetry. It includes 18 poems on topics like the value of women, love, finding one's soulmate, and using poetry for inspiration. The document provides an introduction and table of contents for Shuman's full collection of romantic and inspirational works.
The document describes a solar Stirling charger device consisting of multiple sub-assemblies. Sub-assembly A contains components that enclose and protect the engine, including a parabolic mirror, dome cover, and flotation tube. Sub-assembly B contains the core engine components, such as the drive shaft with swashplate, pistons, cylinders, and regenerator. The document discusses the materials, manufacturing methods, and costs for each individual component.
An employee writes a letter to the CEO explaining why he feels disengaged from his job and company. He says it's due to a buildup of small issues over time, like increased workload without reduced responsibilities. Only 30% of employees feel engaged at work. The employee provides suggestions to improve communication and engagement, such as ensuring messages are relevant to employees' jobs, stopping overcommunication, and treating employees like adults.
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This document discusses streaming data in Scala using Avro for serialization. It introduces streams as an abstract data structure for appending and reading bytes. Common stream encodings like JSON and CSV are discussed, noting advantages of Avro like schema support and efficient encoding. An example shows defining a collector event schema and writing events using Avro and Scala macros. Improving the system with a schema manager and Kafka support is proposed.
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1. After being at Standing Rock for almost three weeks, too much had happened there, for a simple post.
The duality between the Black Snakei
& the Water Protectors is a reflection of the extremes in our
world. The Black Snake is trying to continue to lead us down the road to ecocide, while the Water
Protectors are trying to lead us towards a new loving world.
I arrived in a group of 75 people coming from Vt, we had a bus and a caravan that was organized by
350.orgii
(a climate change organization). Everything was loaded with supplies, the bus, the cars, &
even a rental truck.
Most of the group only stayed for a week, however, we came in on the Sunday of the action, where the
police were the most brutal and aggressive. They did not just use tear gas & pepper spray; they used
percussion grenades, rubber bullets, and worst of all; water canons in freezing weather. The aggressive
action of using water in freezing weather is nothing less than attempted murder, & if it was not for the
fast response of the medics, people would have died. To make matters worse, the police even shot at the
medics, as they were trying to help the wounded, in clear violation of international law!
About half my group went on to the front line. I was on my way there, when a wise young womom (not
a misspell) stopped me, & said: “it was not a sanctioned action.” I also heard that the police may make
a move on the main camp, and I would be of greater use, to protect the people there, as most of the
warriors went to the front.
They seem to have been targeting womom with blond hair, one almost lost her arm, & another may
have lost sight in one of her eyes. The next day many people were limping and bruised by the rubber
bullets, some even had broken ribs. I heard that the police were even laughing, while they were
committing these crimes.
To give you an idea of the love & bravery of the water protectors, & the blind fear of the police. I met
two warriors who had multiple injuries from the rubber bullets that night, who shared their story with
me: One was trying to serve tea, not only to the Water Protectors but to the police as well. Even when
being shot at, he would continue to offer tea. Another was telling them that he loves them, as they
would shoot him down, he was not a very big man, thus the impact of the bullets would knock him to
the ground, all the same, he would get up again & again, and tell them that he loves them, over & over,
as they would continue to shoot at him.
That first night I slept outside. I was very tired that night, after coming down from the fury of my
dragon (an adrenaline rush). I put grass above me and below me, as to protect my sleeping bag from the
frost. However, I was too tired to notice I was on a hill, thus I slipped out from the protective grass, and
was covered with thick frost the next morning. I told an elder of this, as something that I thought was
quite funny, but she was not amused, & demanded that I sleep in the community sleeping spaces. With
very few exceptions up until the point I left, I did abide by her demand.
I put my backpack & sleeping bag in a tent, of a new friend (one of many new friends). Although I had
some of my most valuable possessions there; a comparatively expensive camera, a laptop, a digital
recorder, a new set of long range walkie-talkies, and a special robe, made by a close, however, now
deceased lover, all the same, I felt if she was alive, she would want to be there, as she was part
“Nipissing.” I had no fear of any of them getting ripped off. There was a strong feeling of trust, respect
& love there, that was strongly influenced by the prayerful & loving purpose, & directive.
However, I did not notice that I did not have my cell phone or charger for my camera. The excitement
2. of being there made me very careless at first, mindfulness set in later. The cell phone came to me the
next day, when an honest warrior womom who was traveling with us, found it on the bus and gave it to
me. Shortly after I got it, I promptly lost it again! I was pretty sure my camera charger was left on the
bus as well, which I would have to wait a week to find, as the bus would not return until then.
All the same, it really did not matter because other than taking pictures of police & military, picture
taking was very limited. The most sacred & beautiful rituals, places & even the wild horses who are
descendants of Crazy Horse’s horse, was not allowed to be photographed. You could not even take
pictures of people without not only the main subjects permission, you also need the permission of
anyone & everyone who may be in the background, or in any other way in the picture.
Every day was like a week, & too much happened to write about it all. You may have noticed that I did
not use names, & that is because, just like with taking pictures, I’d need permission to do so. From here
on I will just tell the highlights & overviews.
The next day, after the big action I went to orientation, & direct action training. In the direct action
training, I offered to set up a peacekeeping group, & the response was less than favorable. It seems it
was tried before, & whoever did it, did not do a good job of it. Being an outsider, on one of my first
days, it was obvious that I had to prove myself. Which I’d eventually did, however, setting up a
“peacekeeping” group became low on my list of priorities.
I tried to avoid being relied on for doing any particular work because I came there to be one of the
warriors dressed in black. Black means that I came prepared to die, to save our Mother Earth. This
willingness comes not because I have a strong desire to die, oh no, quite the opposite, it comes from a
deep & profound love of life, that is so great, that it is worth dying for, I am clearly willing to die for it.
What was said about the crop dusters, is true. These planes would come in, in the darkness of night,
low flying without their lights on, & would spray the main camp. Whatever they were using irritates
the lungs throat & sinuses. You would hear many people, including myself, coughing around the big
camp. We nick name it, the DAPLiii
cough. Eventually, it appears that we used searchlights, which
discouraged them from coming.
Most of my day I wandered around camp helping whoever needed it. I did not do much building other
than putting up tents & tepees, partly because I did not have my own tools, more so because of control
& ego issues with some of the builders who had tools. Again they had no idea of my skill level, & I had
no need to prove myself.
I did not go to Standing Rock for myself, or to prove anything to anyone, I went to serve, protect &
sacrifice. All the same, I did get a lot more than I expected.
One of the greatest influences & spiritual gift givers to my growth & awareness was this wise Elder
womom, whom I helped, as well as her family. My spelling of the word “women/woman” went from
“womin” now to womom because of her. I was never really happy with “womin,” & womom is perfect!
It gets completely away from the patriarch, & totally gives power to the feminine, in a more mystical
light, too involved to explain here. This came to me as a vision, when this elder did a ritual, where the
men moved opposite the womom in two circles around a shrine, the center which was the shrine, also
appeared to spin.
More importantly, she helped me understand through her beingness more so than simply her words, the
3. meaning of the Great Spirit, as everything & within everything. And in this came a deeper
understanding of prayer, as a means to focus needed or desired intent, with the deepest respect,
humility, & reverence for the interconnection of all that lives, & thereby has an active and receptive
awareness. And in this, there must always be an offering, as not only to show respect, more so as a
means of balance with the spirit world.
After this I prayed every day at the sacred fire, to guide me to where I’m needed the most, & believe
me it most assuredly did, on some days a little too much so.
After this, I started to establish a daily routine. It would start hours before the sun rose, with a morning
prayer circle, around the sacred fire. Then we would go down to the river for a very beautiful and very
loving water ritual. The men would line up on both sides of the two docks, all the way up to the start of
the slightly hilly walkway, to the tip of the often slippery dock, & make sure the womom safely gave
their prayers & offerings. Then the roles would reverse with the womom protecting the men. It became
apparent that one of the docks was more dangerous than the other when a womom came very close to
falling in. I then assumed a role to assure that would not happen. I was the only person who stayed on
the head of the most dangerous dock and did not change roles, as to make sure that all were safe. I used
reverse martial arts, instead of making people fall down, I would make sure, that they stayed steady &
balanced, so they can safely make their prayer & offerings. It was much appreciated by all!
The next big actions were on Thanksgiving, & it was sanctioned actions of prayer & love. There were
three actions, one was an action at the “Bridge,” another at “Turtle Island” & “a drill,” in case the camp
was invaded. The private security force, military & police were divided, there was only a small force at
Turtle Island. The intent there was to put a small bridge across so people can cross the river, to pray in
this sacred place. The military & police lacking the numbers at this sacred place, that looked like a
large turtle, were threatening to use live ammo! It was authorized by the governor to do so, so it was
their call. When I heard this, I knew that is where I was needed the most. Fully intending to be a shield,
to protect the others, I was ready to die that day. I jumped into a car with others heading in that
direction, just barely holding on as we road over the bumps & took the curves. They could only go so
far, when I and a couple others jumped off the car, to cross the river at a low point by foot, as a short
cut. I ran down the road leaving the other two behind, they were not dressed in black, & as ready to
take the bullets. To be honest, my dress code was lacking, I had blue jeans on that day, however, my
spirit was ready. When I got to Turtle Island, I quickly moved to the shoreline in front of everyone else.
My dragon was pumped, my mind was on fire with adrenaline, & my ego burst into flames, & was
blown away like dust in the wind! I was void of self & filled with intent! There were maybe ten Black
Snake defenders pointing their guns at a hundred or more of us, when I unzipped my jacket exposing
my chest, as to make an easy target, as I said the only words I can remember, saying; “Shoot me, kill
me, release my spirit and thousands more will come.” After those simple words, the “Great Spirit,”
took over. The words were direct, meaningful & even shown loving concern. There was absolutely no
fear in the words, or my voice & heart. The words were of concern for the children of those pointing
their guns, for even their lives & the future, for our Mother Earth & all life on earth, the children were a
focal point, the words were pointed but not hateful, meant to get them to think about who they were
really working for, which was not the people & not for justice, and definitely not for life on earth. The
Great Spirit's words spoke of how beautiful the first nation people were & that the 500 years of
genocide needs to end, the Great Spirit spoke of concern for the 18,000,000 people whose water supply
was endangered. These words that the Great Spirit spoke through me, were from heart to heart, and it
appeared to have moved them. As my body was ready, & my mind visualized the bullets entering me,
they pointed their guns to the ground, they stood down, to my surprise I did not die that day. Less than
a moment passed, when two or three of them got in a car and drove off. Coincidence perhaps, however
4. the power of prayer, & the “Great Spirit,” I personally felt was the reason for why this possible deadly
action did not take place. Everyone there, were inspired and moved by the words of the Great Spirit, &
my show of no fear!
Reinforcements for the Black Snake were on the way, we can see them driving up the back of Turtle
Island, a 50 or more. They were not pointing their guns at us, all the same, they ordered us to stop
building the bridge, we did not comply. We set the bridge in the water, & they ordered us not too, or
they would need to take aggressive action, we continued to work. We used canoes to move it across &
they ordered us to stop or they’ll need to use force, we did not listen. We started to cross and they asked
to compromise, saying they will not arrest anyone, or take any action against us if we did not cross, we
crossed anyway. I did not go to the other side, as there was no threat of deadly force, instead, I did
peacekeeping on the side we were crossing from. There were some hostile actions towards the
defenders of the black snake, mostly from those that came later & most likely “Red Warriors.” I
effectively & peacefully got most of them to stand-down, except one, who was not going to listen to a
light complexion male, a womom warrior came and he listened to her. The Red Warriors, on the Turtle
Island side, were also trying to get people to be more aggressive. The Defenders of the Black Snake
watered down the top of Turtle Island, as to make it difficult to climb, while some water protectors
were trying to prevent “Red Warriors” from climbing, simply by outnumbering them. No arrest, & no
real violence occurred that day. As I was walking back, a very large group of a few hundred “water
protectors” were going to Turtle Island to pray in peace.
I heard that on another day shortly after that, that a group of womom walk to where there were some
police guarding, another prayer site. In the past, they would not allow & stop people from praying
there. These brave warrior womom, walked right up to the police, & the police moved aside to let them
pray.
If I did not witness & experience these things, I would not understand the power of prayer & love, as a
powerful transforming force, that can be used to save our Earth, and give birth to a new world.
The coming together of over 300 indigenous tribes uniting with rainbow & seventh generation
warriors. This vast unity is nothing less than the fulfillment of prophecy.
As the Vt group was getting ready to leave they found my cell phone, & the bus driver gave me my
camera battery charger. I was very happy to finally have my cell phone, for I was out of contact with
my people back east up until then. I did not even have the Internet, so it was good to have contact
again, & my friends & family were relieved that I’m still alive. Most of the Vt group left, on and after
Thanksgiving weekend, only a few of us remained at “Standing Rock.”
One night after the Vt group left, I decided to sleep outdoors. I have a new 20-F° sleeping bag that was
given to me. The night before a young womom was sleeping in the dome with only a summer bag, &
she was shivering . A concerned warrior friend put a few blankets of his on her, & I gave her, my old
sleeping bag that was once good to 30-F, it may only be good to 15-F° now, between what my friend &
I did, she had a shiver-free restful sleep. This illustrates how life was there, all needs were provided for,
everyone cares 4 each other & shows the love by helping each other with their needs. Gift economics,
the 5th world economy was strong at Standing Rock.
That night that I decided to sleep outside, I found a flat area, cut plenty of grass for under and above the
sleeping bag. A womom was also by the river in a makeshift dwelling, she thought I was the wild
horses, and shined her flashlight towards me, a blinding light in my eyes. Of course, I’d gone to see
5. who she was. After a short but pleasant talk, & when she knew for sure, that I was not some crazy wild
horse, I went back to finishing cutting the grass. I knew I was warned, however, I really needed a break
from people.
It was the most restful night I had there, under the stars that danced in the sky, & shined so bright,
falling asleep, looking at a sky that had no apparent end, calm water moving ever so slowly, its rhythm,
set to the beat of my heart, and wild horses, no more than ten feet from me. It was by far, the most
restful sleep I had there!
I was planning on sleeping outdoors again, when the first blizzard hit, it was the weakest and first of
the three, two stronger ones, had yet to come. I was going around both in the blizzard and after to make
sure everyone was OK. I was not the only one, it seems many warriors were doing the same. Before the
blizzard, we were going crazy making sure to get all food & supplies under cover. I worked mostly
with getting army tents up, & work with the Mess Hall & donations & supply areas, to get everything
under cover. It was so easy to mobilize volunteers, it seemed like everyone I asked was very willing to
help.
Other than working for a few kitchens (mostly the “Mess Hall”) the Supply-Resources-& donation
areas, as well as individual water protectors, & elders that needed help, I worked in both the Canon
Ball town & community center.
I stayed away from any organizing, although I have lots of experience, I did not want to deal with the
egos, power struggles, & the all too general colonization, which is too prevalent in the European
mindset.
The coordinators for volunteers to help Canon Ball were two kind-heartened people, who were a
pleasure to work with. They did not possess most of the above unpleasant qualities that I have no
patients for.
One day when I was shoveling snow for an elder in Canon Ball, there were dogs behind me barking,
that I did not pay much attention too. One of them ran right up to me unnoticed, and he bit me in the
back of my leg. I turned and growled, ready to run him down and bite him on the neck, when I noticed
he had three or four friends with him. So instead of having to kill them all, with my very sharp USMC
Ka-Bar (knife), in front of an elder & some children, I decided to stand down. A sweet little kid chained
him up, & the other dogs mellowed out. I went back to finishing the driveway without incident.
My two friends, the kind heartened coordinators of the Canon Ball Community Center, were going
away for the holidays, & asked me to take over for them while they were gone. Although I wanted to
stay away from organizing I agreed.
We had a few media actions that were very meaningful with the vets & clergy. The only one I attended
was the giant hoop, which was open to everyone & that may have been its problem. We were making a
large hoop of people, that was having a hard time coming together. I was taking it upon myself to make
it happen & fill in the gaps, which was working, until some church dude decided to take part of it
downhill, luckily at that frustrating moment, the news came that we won! And the whole hoop fell
apart, or should I say it fell into a celebration! Cautious celebration, but a celebration all the same.
The unfortunate part was that the prayerful loving energy of the camp changed, and people were doing
things that the elders would not approve of.
6. Then came the second blizzard, it was more severe than the first. It was also at this time when the vets
were still there, along with the clergy. Over 300 clergy & over 4,000 veterans. The main camp swelled
everywhere, it was so crowded, all community sleeping spaces were being used, by this influx. It was
overall a great thing, however, I had a problem with it. My DAPL Cough was weakening my immune
system along with the blizzard. Another factor was not being able to wash regularly, having too few
showers for too many people, thus having more negative & harmful bacteria. With this combination, I
developed an eye infection in both eyes, one eye was almost completely closed, and the other was on
its way, to being as bad, I had a slight fever & a toothache. I have been getting up early every day and
going to sleep late every night, so, I guess my problem was really with me, not taking good care of
myself. I needed to get to sleep early, & to get to sleep real soon, as well as start using my healing
herbs, or this stuff would just keep on getting a lot worse!
Also, people were not as loving as they were. When I fell to my knees because my cough was so
severe, a passerby saw it, & did ask if I was alright, but when I said: “not really,” he just kept on
walking. An indigenous person was drunk and looking to get even more so, & he wanted my help in
doing it, not even being aware of how sick I was, or that I will not go against what the elders want.
People were even using words of hate towards each other. Most of the more loving & spiritual people
were gone, soon after victory was known. The only place available for me to sleep was in the dome, &
that was having an event, which can last for hours.
Out of both disappointment & frustration, I was just going to go to sleep in a cold snow bank, which
seemed warmer than the heart of the “passerby.” Then a young mystic came to me, and when I
explained that I need a place to sleep, he said: “go to the sacred fire, and in less than ten minutes,
someone will offer me a place to stay, sleep & heal! And that is just what happened! The magic, &
some “holders of the sacred,” was still there, even though the colonization & unbalanced world was
rapidly creeping in.
These beautiful people that put me up for a couple of days, were documenting Standing Rock for a
website that gets millions of hits. They allowed me to stay in their RV until at least my eyes were
better, and the closed one opened up, as far as I know, both they and the “young mystic man,” saved my
life!
I felt a little guilty that I was not helping people in this second blizzard, although I fully knew it would
be foolish to do so. The vets were doing a great job on checking on everyone, to make sure everyone
was safe.
After most of the vets and pretty much all of the clergy left, camp was like a ghost town, the storm
drastically reduced our numbers, or maybe most people were just staying out of the weather, either
way, the morning prayers & water ritual was no longer happening, and there were few large gatherings,
at least that is what I was experiencing.
I went to two meetings one after the other at the dome. There it was made very clear from the
headsmen, who represented the will of the elders, that non-indigenous people should go home and
celebrate the holidays with their families, we won for now, & there was no real reason why anyone that
was not from there should stay there.
I had a prior obligation to take over as the coordinator of volunteers for my good friends at the Canon
Ball Community Center, as they go home for the holidays. I was going to try to get out of it, as it would
7. be hard to get volunteers with the small, and for the most part uncaring population, of mostly homeless
& people with emotional & psychological problems. Also, I did not have a good relationship with the
Red Warriors, which may be the only somewhat helpful people left. I had no tools & no transportation,
however, I did know a volunteer who had both, along with being a sincerely dedicated person, with a
good mind and plenty of abilities. I first approached my friends with the idea of replacing me, and they
were OK with it, even if there was no one else to take my place. All the same, that would not be “OK”
with me, & there is no way I'd leave them, without making sure there is someone. I then asked my new
friend if he would do it, & he was happy to do so, although he had other commitments. I introduced
them they got along and I was free to leave.
Well almost free, I wanted to get out before the third and strongest blizzard would hit, however,
someone overheard me talking to someone else, about being an organizer. The media group wanted me
to help organize an evacuation. I never organized an evacuation before, however, I did do organizing
that was logistical, in the distant past it involved getting people in and out of dangerous situation
successfully, as well as clandestine search and rescue. Doing an evacuation would not be that much
different, even less complex, thus I agreed, fully knowing people's lives are at risk if I mess-up!. Even
though I agreed, I felt as I did from the beginning, not to get involved in organizing, for the same
reasons that I expressed before.
I made up a plan, submitted it in time, but no one was getting back to me. I activated the simple parts &
made connections with some people that had needed resources, & nervously waited, knowing every
minute means that a life may be lost, as there were many people at high risk. I waited and a few hours
passed when I decided to talk to the main headsmen of the media group, who informed me that another
group of people was working on a plan, & to talk to them.
& the usual happened, the ego stuff I was hoping to avoid. They were not freely sharing what they were
doing, the usual elitist ego based colonized means of patriarchal stuff that I hate.
So I was free again, a day late, low on cash and closer to the day of the storm. I took the first ride out,
which only got me to Chicago, where I was stuck for hours, still sick from stuff related to the DAPL
Cough and next to no cash. I have a super good friend in Chicago & a loving family in NY, to make a
longer story short, my good friend got me a taxi, & my dear loving sister & super chill Brother-in-Law
paid for and arranged to get me on a train. Now I'm recouping in their home in NY, soon to return to
my beloved Green Mountains (Vermont).
8. i The Black Snake is the Pipeline
ii https://350.org/
iii North Dakota Access Pipeline (DAPL) Energy Transfer Inc.