Hanh mitakuyapi / Hello my relatives. I don’t do much with orgone, being an heriditary energy worker, but I manage to stick a wrench in the gears of the WO just the same. Traditionally speaking, orgone isn’t something we would relate to & I’m nothing if not Traditional. But jumping forward to more modern times… a few years back, the governor started to snub me. HM! Not bad for a ‘rank n file’ Indn… question is, “why?” The answer is, “because he was ordered to by the people who fund his campaigns.” Seems John Grisham has hit the nail squarely on the thumb in “The Appeal”… As I was part-way thru my obaghi (sacred commitment to Sun Dance), I did hanblecheya (crying for a vision) to see where I should go & what I should do when I finished my obaghi. Next thing I knew, I was up at the Capitol, lobbying in an educational fashion to stop the assaults via legislation on our Traditional Ways. Raising consciousness means raising hackles, & I raised many. We all pray for financial improvement, regardless of culture… and I crossed several bigwigs in the business world up here. Among them, a former president of the ND banker’s assn, who told me that if I would drop the Traditionalism & Treaty Right ‘stuff’ & become 1 of his stable of ladies, he’d see to it that I was very successful in business here. I told him that I appreciated being seen as such a threat to the status quo that he would try to prostitue me & my Channunpa, but (a) there are no holy prostitutes in our way, & (b) the words stable & ladies don’t occur in the same sentence in my Peoples’ Way. Then I told him to leave my shop. They’ve been trying to starve me out ever since. Come way too close many times, too. But somehow, I’m still here, & I’m still upsetting their applecarts, & I’m still making a Difference. Must about drive them nuts.
I told friends who are Republicans about the governor beginning to snub me & they didn’t believe me – until it happened in front of them. They forced him to apologize to me. After he finished, he looked at them & asked, “how was that?” They were stunned, but told him to ask me, since I’m the one he was apologizing to… He turned even redder, re-apologized, & I replied, “Given that it was spur of the moment & you were forced to do it, you didn’t do a bad job. And it makes a great story, of course.” He now greets me every time. Grits his teeth, but he learns fairly fast. And he now listens to me, too, once in awhile. One person can make a Difference. heh, heh…
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