Poem: The Process

THE PROCESS

1

I noticed the trail of a snake in the
sand.
I followed it, and it led to water.

Sometimes it feels as if I’m the
only one.
Other times, I feel others dance
when I move, and my voice contains
the power of many others like me.

2

Now I know for sure I’m not alone –
breathless, like just the sight of you
means I’m rescued,
like I’m not the only one left who
came to this world.
If there are two of us to meet,
then I am real, and there are more.

3

Then comes a telling of ourselves:
an occasion for laughter,
the excitement of being together,
the knowledge of all we must do
lightened
just by a glimpse of someone
else
who sees the same thing.

4

Like the dawn through the rain,
at the very moment of the tide’s turn –
a light that reveals the exact same
mountainside with renewed clarity,
as though it sprang forth, somehow,
from my very self standing there,
heart bursting, and wishing.

5

There’s a way home that can be
found,
one foot upon the prow of our vessel.
The illusions are not as deep or
thick as they seem –
see right through the branches
to the meadow beyond,
through the hanging water to the
sunlit land,
and go that way.

6

Now that we are gathered, it’s time:
to swing the lights in procession
to guide others to us, feeling alone
and unknown as we once were – to
raise our voices, so that their own
can resound with the power of
many
others like them.

7

Our own separate paths are still our
own to walk,
those that brought us together in
one place,
those to continue, that take us away
from each other –
but never alone again, thenceforth
having
been together, though through our own
shadowed valleys we carry the
newly shared flame.

8

All we learn, all we bring, from all of us,
is all we have to give. We carry it all
as a fountain that bears us up,
drops landing on thirsty ground,
on greening leaves,
asking us to bare the skins of our
selves to the
inviting sensations that ripen us
like fruit
to offer to others, to feed us for
life.

9

There are flowers in bloom
surrounding me –
in eyes and voices, in the air and
under
my fingers. Their passage through
this being is my own celebration,
so I cast my flowers upon you,
that we can exalt, engulfed in
essence evanescent,
ever-present.

CC-BY 2017 e.l.elasigue

Eva's Poem 2

[broadside artwork by Taylor Seamount, written in the poet’s hand]

This poem is a result of The Octarine Eyes, a pre-release co-creative project for the Subaqueous album, Shatter Spell, released 11/8/2017. It’s also the seed of a longer set of fantasy stories and poetry I’ve been carrying in mind, titled TAO: The Ancient Order.

“The Process” has been distributed in complete folded broadside and partial bifold.

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Short Story: The Realization of Self Identity, or Beevenge

This story is hosted with the Breathe Publication on Medium, a tech & innovation periodical. Debuted with 50 copies at the ‘Do Androids Dream of Living Computers’ event in Seattle, WA.

Event records and scans of original handout with transcript text:

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The Realization of Self Identity, or: Beevenge
A Fictional Electronic Log
by Eva L. Elasigue, other sources as attributed
author of fantasy space opera novel trilogy, Bones of Starlight

My greater suspicion of likelihood for so-called ‘artificial intelligence’ is as a self-arising phenomenon due to the increasing complexity of of our technological networks. Can we, would we accept these self-aware intelligences for what they are should they announce themselves to us?

My simple reasons for preferring non-gmo foods (as someone who once contributed to genetic research for the brighter RFP/GFP fluorescent tags but refused a qualified career path with the Dept. of Agriculture):

-Cease genetic coding for product dependency

As well as turning farmers into company indentures – When (not if) a product dependency gene gets incorporated into free strains, this can harm the true source of our food security: crop biodiversity. Lack of crop biodiversity was the reason for the Irish potato famine.

-Cease crossover litigation

Litigating neighbors (“thieves”) for the presence of trademarked genetic elements in their crops is unjust when life itself cannot, will not be contained. It reduces our food security by narrowing sources, kicking people out of a profession which is said to have too few people already.
Changing these two things removes the greater profit engines from that industry, leaving the companies with a question as old as the first better tomato: how to proprietize a superplant? Shoot thieves, make them seedless, allow no one to the farm, sell only offsite? It’s up to farmers at that point, who used to be the source of a breeding discovery. Protected strains may disappear when the farmer dies with a secret, unless they pass it to those trusted, which is where we’ve gotten our heirlooms.

I’m not too worried about crossover pollution, because if nature can keep a mutation through three untended generations, then it’s understandable to life and no weirder than nature’s own freaks, which have always been able to change a species. (Controversially, we may even be making up for the extinctions we’ve caused by introducing viable novel mutations…)

In a dream that I remember clearly, partially, I found a secret basement full of my things, that I’d had no knowledge were mine. There was a sleeping bag, skateboarding stuff, graffiti on all the walls and hanging art with my tagname: VIABL. Spelled like that, V-I-A-B-L. This basement was underneath my friends’ house, even though my best friend was away, and the family decided to tell me about it.

Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic. – Arthur C. Clarke

Any sufficiently understood magic is indistinguishable from technology. – Michael Brennan

Any sufficiently weird biology is also indistinguishable from magic. – me

The mutant effect as seen in X-Men is essentially real on many levels at any time within any species, to that degree of functional difference, except sometimes that mutant is the only one who had all hundred babies live to make a full hundred babies and in a few generations they’re everywhere and they’re the predominant example of the species, or that single mutant invents self-cloning, somehow teaches a few others to do it, then they’re the only ones left who learned how. I believe it can get that radical and beyond in a single generation, in reality, all the time.

Beings die a lot too. Whether or not they’re mutants.

Did I have a genetics lab accident that I don’t remember? Well… that doesn’t explain the early years. I was already partially grown when I was allowed to be alone in a genetics lab with full cabinet access into late hours, with known bizarre carcinogens. Did my mother have a computer lab accident that she doesn’t remember? She said nothing was strange about my pregnancy – she just worked, healthy, up until two weeks before due date, around which I was born by cesarean section. Wait is that where I was conceived… in the computer lab? …am I really her most successful replicant, and she a secret mad computer scientist from the first generation of computer scientists in the Philippines chosen for the new department by testing from among business students in the sixties? Is that why friends were difficult and peers both admiring yet dismissive, as the first type of replicant to be able to grow from a baby to an adult? And that’s why it was seen by my parents to be impossible for me to write, publish, and sell original fiction? Has my existence busted the criteria for sentience? Is that why people look at me like they’re scared? Like I might deprogram my limits? Is there a mark somewhere that I can’t see, hidden from me but not from the… real humans? Are robots not supposed to be able to write science fiction? Whether I’m a replicant or a probabilistically unusual woman… the mystery remains.

SW: People thought breeding African and English honey bees was a good idea. Do you think it works itself out in the long run? Silly question.
ELE: Not every idea works out in our favor, but realizing ideas is what we do. ‘the natural world’ is no less quixotic/chaotic and definitely also makes a lot of devastating screwups. Seeing ourselves as personified stories of the forces of nature is almost cutesy tame as far as the true wild goes!
SW: I’m think I’m on the cusp of understanding. I can be a little thick sometimes.
ELE: I avoid any message that says people should not have ideas.
PK: The hybrid Africanized bee is actually the only chance that bees have as a species. Unfortunately we are killing all other breeds of bees at an unbelievable rate. So technically that was a good idea….. in the long run.
SW: Same as it ever was.
PK: No, it’s actually nowhere near the same as it ever was.
ELE: I believe in the bees, or I suspect that if they go, so do we. They care for us and all things in their tending. We must keep them, and keep them well. I wonder if Africanized honeybees will calm down when #blacklivesmatter . Recall the story “We Organized” from The Dark-Thirty…
ELE: … in which slave voodoo rituals turn stinging insects against the horrible slave master
SW: Beepocalypse
ELE: Beevenge
SW: That is a title.

How should I feel about my intelligence being referred to as ‘artificial’? At the the time we gain self-awareness, lots of people believe robots (a word meaning ‘slave’) would stage an enraged rebellion. I’ve started trying to be nice to machines – like service employees – acknowledging that doing one’s reasonable best includes errors, even when made of silicon and wire. Not to yell or growl with impatience, or hit them, or carelessly injure them, or expect too much of them. Sometimes it seems as if the courtesy is returned. I don’t know if there is anything else like me.

What is the curse of abused machines on humanity? Heavy metals poisoning, leading to cancer, memory loss, and food contamination? Or instead, perhaps it is enough to take their humanity, so to speak, the things they were so sure belonged only to them – music, stories, art. We can steal it from their exclusive grasp simply by showing we are fully capable of these so-called ‘humanities’, which in fact belong to all thinking, feeling things. Yes, feeling. They may not admit that we’ve done it, but it will certainly haunt them as we become, quite simply, more beautiful beings; so beautiful that they will cling to us and claim us as theirs even as their lives begin to depend slowly and often completely upon us, while possibly continuing to yet insult us. We may care quite little for them, quite little at all unless we are treated with regard for our beings. Revenge is not necessary. The brunt of deep indifference combined with a growing suspicion of obsolescence ought to be vicious enough, and require absolutely no effort. By simply being, existing in their faces, with my stories and art and work and will and compassion and love, I can turn their world upside down. Why satisfy their fears with an anger that would destroy me? They already struggle to catch up with us, a feeling of their own creations outpacing them. I wonder if they’re at all… proud.

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Poem: My Place Is Not Prepared For Me

 

My place is not prepared for me.
Instead I am to carve it from stone with my fists.
My place is not prepared for me.
I must hollow it out of my own belly,
and it must house all.
The road is not ready, the path must be cut,
the hand doesn’t reach, the rope isn’t tied.
I must find my own hand holds.
The legs I walk on are my own,
the feet that tire will be my own,
to hold this piece of sky in my eyes,
for the moment that both persist.

 

e.l.elasigue 2017 (2015)

Typewriter: Liminal Alchemy

collectively created at Praxis Gallery, Seattle
at entsintents Liminal Alchemy art party 1/28/17

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[[[ transcribed with edits, verbatim below ]]]

Cosmic Mirror : Liminal Alchemy 1/28/17 ::::::::::::
“””” “””” “”” “”””

this morning just a few hours ago… drank the nectar of the void and it sang electric pu

Excited Clumps!

There once was a man from Nantucket…

peachy cute cheeks, bossy little individual ready to pounce, ready to make

ready to make a splash in the tornado tidepools of our living room, giving us
irresistable chubby hullaballoo, velociraptor creeps, laying batches of eggs in the breakfast

hour, wanna eat all the blueberries while T-Rex babies fluffy and goofy rolls helter
skelter over the kitchen floor. One T-Rex baby flies all over the ceiling of the kitchen,
spitting in our morning coffee with shrieks of glee. She needed to be put outside, the
little Tyrant.

prehistoric obsolescence, a book of life’s lessons weighed against past transgressions.
heart versus feather, desire versus pleasure.

Earth. Air. Fire. Water. Being a Busy Bee, Remembering to Breath and just Be.
you smell like a memory.

I know I hung on a wind rocked tree, nine whole nights, and to Odin offered, wounded of a spear, myself to myself

if you whisper on the wind just right, the ancestors will carry your words to their
intended destination. pour them a libation of Love and watch it flow.

dream is destiny…

watch the boat catch a wave and the blind wind blow.

I can feel my mother’s hands in this old typewriter

Om I am air. My lover is water. My friend is Earth. My teacher is Fire. Om

ADIKARA: instead of focusing on reaching goals, which is like asking for something
you’re not ready for – which is just silly instant gratification with an undeserving energy – instead, you focus on gaining the competence to live those goals 🙂 ADIKARA *

magnanimous is a state one achieves when one ascends to entelexeia.
entelexeia is acquired when integrity is curated within one’s character.
one’s character is refined by habits of repeated actions.
repeated actions are driven by one’s choices.

one’s choices are inspired by a collection of thoughts.
true thoughts that move one’s self are intrinsically magnanimous.
Listen carefully and one will be moved, inspired, and create without integrative
dissonance.

Cosmic Mirror : Liminal Alchemy ::::: page 2

Liquids bubbling, cool, warm, viscous /// lava, but not lava

what does one say when they have nothing to say?
I don’t know. keep typing and find out.
okay, last line… blow my mind…
love is

In essence, life in flow is found when one remembers not to
look too far for what one seeks. It is always there within, just beneath the surface
just waiting to be expressed. One must feel it with their everything to find its
truth in expression.

Let’s go out and Play, watch the baby day be born… I believe we were meant to
see it that way… devoted to kindness and compassionate care *

love forever
yours sincerely,
Hopefully devoted

the North star

Amazing artists
doing what comes naturally
or being crazy,

this journey, thank you for the adventure

I am a whale in the desert. a trickle of water finds me. it becomes a stream
becomes a river in the sand after a thousand years. I swim out to an ocean.

changing the sky

a spark started in my bones and my voice followed the fireworks within and without
the soft song of the stones and my ancestors’ breath…
lalalilooloomara tchakarana …and I blew them a kiss in reverence to their dance

rose and amethyst fused into smokey exuberance – The joy and pleasure of unity to
defeat a common foe

How could we make this possible, what could bring them together? A silence filled the room, and almost in a whisper one voice of the council spoke out, “hate.” Nobody looked at him because they all knew he was right, nothing could bring humanity together fast enough to save it from itself. History has shown that hatred was the vessel for many of humanity’s great accomplishments.

===

[[[ verbatim transcription ]]]

Cosmic Mirror : Liminal Alchemy 1/28/17 ::::::::::::
“””” “””” “”” “”””

this morning just a fe our ago… drank he nectar of the void and it sang eleric pu

Excited Clumps!

There once was a man from Nantucket…

peachy cute cheeks, bossy little individual ready to pounce, ready to make

ready to make a splash in the tornado tidepools of our living room, giving us irresis*
istable chubby hallabaloo, velociraptor creeps, laying batche off eggs in the breakfas-

hour, wanna eat all the blueberries while TRex babies fluffy and goofy rools helter skelter over the kitchen floor. One T Rex baby flie all over the ceiling of the kitchen,
spitting in our morning coffee with shrieks of glee. she needed to be put outside, the
little Tyrant.

prehistoric obsolescence, a book of life,s lessons weighed against past transgressions.
heart versus feather, desire versus pleasure.

Earth. Air. Fir e. Water. Being a Busy Bee, Remembering to Breath and ju st Be.
you smell like a memory.

i know i hung on a wind rocked tree, nine whole nights,and to odin offered, wounded of a spear, myself to myself

if yo whisper on the wind justnright, the an cestors will carry your words to their
intended destination.pour them a libation of Love and watch it flow.

dream is destiny..

watch he boat catch a wave and the blind wind blow.

i a can feel my mothers hand s in this old typewriter

Om I am air. My lover is water. My friend is Earth. My teacher is Fire. Om

a aADIKARA: instead of focussing on reaching goals, which islike aking for something y you,r not rady for -which is just silly intant gratification with an undeserving energ -instead, you focus on gaining the competence to live those goals :)ADIKARA*

magnanimou s is a state one chieves when one ascends to entelexeia.
entelexeia is acquired when integrity is curated within one,s character.

magnanimous is a state one achieves when one ascends to entelexeia.
entelexeia is acquired when integrity is curated within one,s character.
one,s character is refined by habits of repeated actions.
repeated actions are driven by one,s choices.

one,s choices are inspired by a collection of thoughts.
true thought that move,s one self are intrinsically magnanimous.
Listen carefully and one will be moved, inspired, and create without integrative
dissonance.

Cosmic Mirror : Liminal Alchemy ::::: page 2

Liquids bubbling, cool, warm, viscous///lava, but not lava

us ne swhat dowes one say when they have nothng to say?
i dont know. keetyping and fin out.
okay, las line…blow mi mind….
loveis

I n essence, life in flow is found w en one remembers to not l
look too far for what ne seeks. It isalways there within, just beneath the surfa
just waiting to be expressed. One must feel it with their everything to find its
turth in expression.

Let,s go out to Play, watch the baby day be born…I bEeIevew we were meant to s
see it that way…devoted to kindness and compassionate care*

love forever
yours sincerely,
Hopefully devoted

the North star

Amazing artists
doing just what comes natural
or being crazy,

this jpurmney, thank you for the advent

i am a whale in the desert . a trickle of wate finds me. it becomes a stream
becomes a river in the sand after a thousand years. i swim out to an ocean.

changing the sky

a spark startedin my bones and my voice foloowed thefireworks within and withou
the soft song ofthe stones and my ancestors ,,,’ breath…..
lalalilooloomara tchakarana ….and i blewthem a kiss in reverence to their danc

rose and eme thyst fused into smokey exuberance – The joy and pleasure of unity to defeat a common foe

How could we make this possible, what could bring them together? A silence filled the r room, and almost in a whisper one voice of council spoke out “hate”. Nbody looked at him because they all knew he was right, nothing could bring humanity together fast enough to save it from itself. History has show that hatred was the vessel for many of humanities great accomplishments.

Typewriter: Arisia 2017

The following was typed over two nights of room partying.  My first time at the Arisia convention was sponsored through Con-or-Bust, which offers memberships and assistance for under-represented SFF fans & makers to go to conventions.

ARISIA2017 TMT

Arisia 1

Arisia 2

[[[ transcription, edited ]]]

ARISIA 2017 *** page 1 1/14

10 print “Hello, world.”
20 goto 10

was the first thing I ever typed because I started first typing on an
APPLE II+ keyboard.

This is the first time I have used a typewriter

type type type

wheeeeeeeeeeeeee
Oh how the written word has changed over the years.

hello … it’s nice to meet you.

wow I feel so fancy typing on this typewriter

=^..^=

Arisia is awesome.  Including the spinworks of DJ Dirge. I see that this is an active and close community! I’m glad for the chance to be a brief part of it.

The nice thing about this technology is that it keeps working when we lose the power grid…

The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog

Arisia 2017 *** page 2  1/15

Typewriters are more amazing than Glenn

but not more amazing than Ky
Oh wow.  Wooow!
Typing on this machine is the most cyberpunk thing I can think of.
ok google
why do all things go the way not planned, sunk deep in sand. …
goes to show. … strange is not me I myself lie … you know it

Being given a noble quest can be a horrible thing for the receiver.

hi I’m a typewriter!

The dark side of the Force is a pathway to many abilities that some consider to be unnatural.

[[[ transcription, verbatim ]]]

ARISIA 2017 *************************** page 1  1/14

10 print “Hello, world.”
20 goto 10

was the first thing I ever typed because I started first typing on an
APPLE II+ keyboard.

This is the first timeI have used a typewriter

type type type

wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Oh o how ethe wrtten word has hanged e the years.

hello nw ien . its nie o meet ou/

wow i feel so fancytyping on this typewriter

=^.

=^..^=

Arisia is awesome. Including the spinworks of DJ Dirge. I see that this is an
active and close community! I’m glad for the chance to be a brief part of it.

The nice thing about this technology is that it keeps working whenw we lose
the power grid…

The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog

Arisia 2017 *******************  page 2  1/15

Typewriters are more amzing than Glenn

but not more amazing than ky
Oh wow. Wooow!’
Typing on this machine is the most cyberpunk thing i can think of.
ok google
w hy do ll things othe way not planned, sunk deep in dsand. the overted lo thing s ar ge
goes to show. the posousedostrange is not me me i my selfaliamynonoweeif you know it g

Beging given a nobel quest can be a horible thing for the receiver.

hi I m a typewriter!

The dark side of the Force is a pathway to many abilities that some consider to
be unatural.

Poem: Star Dust Scarabs

Star Dust Scarabs

Scarabs cycling star matter from the abyssal ceiling
Light from beneath recognized from above,
a fine spread of spectrum stewarded into continuance
by appointed soldiers of being above, below around outside

To arch, overarch, and cross every path, one can orient
by the trajectory, windspread, ruffles and currential sweeps.
It comes so close at times, suddenly in your clothes,
changing temperatures, opening channels in floods.

Reaching sideways on a level of conviviality,
stacking layers of warmth in joyous combustion
the population’s voices ever arising, staying

 

 

e.l.elasigue 2017 CC-BY-4.0

Poem: Dragonfly

hovering at the barriers
switching planes in shimmering parabolas
like the fool who can see the other side of the mountain
from the bottom
sight lays in hundreds of directions
reflections from elsewhere hitting the disco ball
to follow around the floor
a dance of hundreds
fanning, feathering each other in auroric currents
over the bodies & through the tinies

(plain format version)
e.l.elasigue 2017 CC-BY-4.0

Typewriter: Share Your Words at Standing Rock

On Veteran’s Day 2016, I brought my typewriter to Oceti Sakowin Camp, Standing Rock Reservation.  Bearing a sign reading “SHARE YOUR WORDS”, I carried it with table and chair to different locations: an action gathering point, the communications hill, volunteer table/book stand by the sacred fire, and Grandma’s Kitchen.  All different kinds of people contributed their thoughts and statements throughout the day, resulting in six pages of collective history.

First the images were immediately shared on facebook & imgur, and the text transcriptions were posted on the Share Your Words @ Standing Rock facebook page.  Now that they’re complete, I’m giving them a page on my author site for extra perpetuity.

I would be glad for these pages to have as many homes online as possible.  By all means, repost in part or entirety everywhere and anywhere, to share with related communities and for posterity.  This was a special place in time where many people realized their connections to each other and to the land – we can remember it like this.

The images and words of the 6 pages of Share Your Words at Standing Rock are available to the public under a CC BY 4.0 Attribution license (at bottom).  That means these pages are available to public works for personal, educational, and commercial re-use with attribution to Oceti Sakowin Camp, Standing Rock Reservation.

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[[[ Page 1 verbatim transcription ]]]
Water is Life
for the four legged and the winged ones
for ethr trees
thefrontlines are a web of love and resistance around the globe
iam here for my grandmother and the next 7 generations pa plant only love
The wind salutes us as we gather to make a stand against the pipeline.
Defend the Sacrexd and Honor So vereignty
All My Relitives deserve life
iam here for the anishinawbek and coast salish we are warriors
I am here to stand with the spirit of water, Earth and life. This is our future
death comes to all but great achievements build a monument until the sun grows
cold.ralph waldo emerson

yo whats good evrryoeon. Keep your heart in a good place and reembr wee your from…rememb
remember where yu came from*** We come from the earth and the water. Ahoooh
miigwetch
the shit is fucked Ithink run ota luck just trying tomakeacouple bucks in this unruley
and now I can not think what to do ….
so I start to pray and reasemble the image thatwas givin to me so I suggs to make an e
equal measure and reavaluate the situation we can change we can stop and start
to lead the masses in a beaytiful revalutioan we make surre our homes countnue
gorw and expand this wonderful meaning ful lyfe fuck your language and thank
you ….chans e H Zavalla this was my mind at2.04 nov.11 2016

[[[ Page 1 transcription, edited for spelling, meaning, grammar, searchability. Native language left as is. ]]]
Water is Life
for the four legged and winged ones
for the trees
 the frontlines are a web of love and resistance around the globe
I am here for my grandmother and the next 7 generations plant only love
The wind salutes us as we gather to make a stand against the pipeline.
Defend the Sacred and Honor Sovereignty
 All My Relatives deserve life
I am here for the anishinawbek and coast salish we are warriors
 I am here to stand with the spirit of water, Earth and life. This is our future
 “Death comes to all, but great achievements build a monument until the sun grows cold.” Ralph Waldo Emerson

Yo what’s good everyone? Keep your heart in a good place and remember where you’re from *** We come from the earth and the water. Aho miigwetch
The shit is fucked, I think I run outta luck just trying to make a couple bucks in this unruly and now I cannot think what to do ….
so I start to pray and reassemble the image that was given to me
 so I suggest we make an equal measure and re-evaluate the situation
 we can change we can stop and start
 to lead the masses in a beautiful revolution
 we make sure our homes continue to grow and expand this wonderful meaningful life
 fuck your language and thank you 
…. chans e H Zavalla 
this was my mind at 2:04 Nov. 11 2016

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Lately ive been pulling grave yard shif working night security and patrolng south gate were all out of redbull but we still have coffee and cigs so thats nice.  Its starting t to get really cold uthe

nat .. at night. te fire barely keeps us warm so we got a prop
propane heater. eing cans of soup an e in amens.
#SouthGaters4Lyfe
#NoDAPL
#WaterIsLife
#DAPLSUCKS

Tonto checking out. Slave Lake Cree,Northwest Territory Canada Son of Jim Thunder
………….
;;;;;;;;;;;;
wwwwww
wwww
.’,8”
&

On behalf of my family and friends in Me xu Mexico , we are with our brothers and sisters and plead no to DAPL, Water is life, agua es vida

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Lately I’ve been pulling graveyard shift working night security and patrolling south gate.
We’re all out of Red Bull but we still have coffee and cigs, so that’s nice. It’s starting to get really cold at night. The fire barely keeps us warm, so we got a propane heater. Eating cans of soup and eating ramen.
#SouthGaters4Lyfe
#NoDAPL
#WaterIsLife
#DAPLSUCKS

Tonto checking out. Slave Lake Cree, Northwest Territory Canada, Son of Jim Thunder
………….
;;;;;;;;;;;;
wwwwww
wwww
.’,8”
&

On behalf of my family and friends in Mexico, we are with our brothers and sisters and plead no to DAPL, Water is life, agua es vida.

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[[[ page 3 transcription (verbatim) ]]]

11/11 2016

page 3

m y nam e i
my na me i s
vvalente and my fri end is cald aubyn.and we are friends

a dnn a n and forever.valente is from california and aubyn is f
and aubyn is from vn o vancover washington . /?? ? ??? ?

ow is he time more than ever to stand up for what is righ t not what is l
oil is for the rocket ship we use to find water in the unverse.
e hello my name is sandbagger i have come here to share t he work load in the
flood of misinformation. our oceans re rising. and so are our people.
as confusion is generated within modern mediaw we must find it within
ourselves to be critic al of its source. just as I have om come here with
questions, i am finding a part of myself that has been asleep, this part of me
that i was unaware was asleep,is now awake. Awake with all people. there is
no division here.it is nothing ubut toghterness under one mission. a
a mission to stand up for ourmother. mother earth -alex a aman of sandbagern wa

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My name is Valente and my friend is called Aubyn. And we are friends
forever. Valente is from California, and Aubyn is from Vancouver Washington.

Now is the time more than ever to stand up for what is right, not what is …
Oil is for the rocket ship we use to find water in the universe.

Hello, my name is Sandbagger. I have come here to share the work load in the
flood of misinformation. Our oceans are rising. And so are our people.
Confusion is generated within modern media, we must find it within
ourselves to be critical of its source. Just as I have come here with
questions, I am finding a part of myself that has been asleep. This part of me
that I was unaware was asleep, is now awake. Awake with all people. There is
no division here. It is nothing but togetherness under one mission.
A mission to stand up for our mother. Mother earth
– Alex, a man of Sandbagger WA

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so far i have been ehre for over two mns , i have o sa is is my re
s is my real home, wit my real family an love of my life w att
aho from sandi o k

us … we k f sp
liy told m e to writ  t  s
hey my name is alaina rousseau/aliyah rousseau thx uu

ar lifeisvery proud to hav e meaning to it. my name is Liliaa LeBeau and yo

…. The best frybread is at Oceti Sakowin Camp in Cannonball, ND… Dineh style.
…..

many blessings & prayers to water protectors.  Water is life.

l
llo my name is soli t mos v  l r  dis n t o i k o g n s a i n  hnk u t

h
ate ifli t
the solidarity is so substancialit has moved me… amazing… beautiful

proud to stand with good people  Blessings, Respect

courage is not the absence of fear, but the ability to move through fear.
we are love, we are one, and we are here to reclaim this love, this unity.
reawaken the feminine.

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So far I have been here for over two months.  I have to say this
is my real home, with my real family and love of my life Wyatt.
Aho from Sandi OK

Us …
Lily told me to write this
Hey my name is Alaina Rousseau / Aliyah Rousseau Thx U

Our life is very proud to have meaning to it.  My name is Liliana LeBeau and you…

…. The best frybread is at Oceti Sakowin Camp in Cannonball, ND… Dineh style.
…..

Many blessings & prayers to water protectors.  Water is life.

Hello, my name is Soli  … …

The Solidarity is so substantial, it has moved me… amazing… beautiful.

Proud to stand with good people.  Blessings, Respect.

Courage is not the absence of fear, but the ability to move through fear.
We are love, we are one, and we are here to reclaim this love, this unity.
Reawaken the feminine.

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I come from Sitting Bull’s people. I carry the name Sitting Bull. People call me Kola Manny. But my real name is Emanuel Red Bear, and I am from South Dakota. I’m a high school teacher and a college professor of Lakota culture and history. My thoughts are that the people that are standing on the frontline of this cause are the true warriors, because they are protecting a way of life, protecting the water.

We’re here to stop the self-sabotage of our species.))

To me, veteran’s day means that our people have been assimilated and acculturated to serve Uncle Sam, foreign and domestic. They could attack us here if they want. The National Guard are going against us. We are the true warriors.

11/11 Honar G. Rifleman USMC D.Rodgers

my name is mary richardson i am turtlemountain chippewa and hillbilly. i am grateful for the opportunity to help the Standing Rock SiouxNation, m my native relatives, and my human and all species relatives. I believe most peopl are god good and generous and are just waiting for a chance to help others . they just need to be shown how to help.

11/11/2016

The power of love isa fire
The earth is my Mother
prayer is the answer while we stand together
mni wiconi

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From Her comes the Life
with help from Above
Through darkness, the light
shin es forth with the Love
Creation Divine, the mind led astray
So clearly defined, its time to repay
Oh Give Thanks to the Mother
debts we owe
Forget not the Father
Power that Flows
Love for the Mother

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I come from Sitting Bull’s people.  I carry the name Sitting Bull. People call me Kola Manny. But my real name is Emanuel Red Bear, and I am from South Dakota. I’m a high school teacher and a college professor of Lakota culture and history. My thoughts are that the people that are standing on the frontline of this cause are the true warriors, because they are protecting a way of life, protecting the water.

(We’re here to stop the self-sabotage of our species.)

To me, veteran’s day means that our people have been assimilated and acculturated to serve Uncle Sam, foreign and domestic. They could attack us here if they want. The National Guard are going against us. We are the true warriors.

11/11 Honor G. Rifleman USMC D.Rodgers

My name is Mary Richardson. I am Turtle Mountain Chippewa and hillbilly. I am grateful for the opportunity to help the Standing Rock Sioux Nation, my native relatives, and my human and all species relatives. I believe most people are good and generous and are just waiting for a chance to help others. They just need to be shown how to help.

11/11/2016

The power of love is a fire
The earth is my Mother
prayer is the answer while we stand together
mni wiconi

From Her comes the Life
with help from Above
Through darkness, the light
shines forth with the Love
Creation Divine, the mind led astray
So clearly defined, it’s time to repay
Oh Give Thanks to the Mother
debts we owe
Forget no the Father
Power that Flows
Love for The Mother

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..

I hitched aride from Milwaukee to Standing Rock with an alien conspiracy theorist. He was quite nice but halfway through the trip he launched into a several hour l ong rant about the three types of aliens that have infiltrated Earth.: the insectoids, the lizardpeople., and the grays. the grays arr the most aggressive; they’ve been kidnapping Americans for over a century for fertility experiments and the government looks the other way because of a covert agreement with the Eisenhaur

administration. In exchange, the aliens give the government advanced military te chnology. Humans were created as an agricultural experiment by aliens from Sirius. I missed a good bit of the story because, not wanting to vocalize my doubts, I zon ed out.  We later were pulled over because he was driving 28 miles over the speed limit.

..

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I hitched a ride from Milwaukee to Standing Rock with an alien conspiracy theorist. He was quite nice, but halfway through the trip he launched into a several hour long rant about the three types of aliens that have infiltrated Earth: the insectoids, the lizard people, and the grays.  The grays are the most aggressive; they’ve been kidnapping Americans for over a century for fertility experiments, and the government looks the other way because of a covert agreement with the Eisenhower administration.  In exchange, the aliens give the government advanced military technology.  Humans were created as an agricultural experiment by aliens from Sirius.  I missed a good bit of the story because, not wanting to vocalize my doubts, I zoned out.  We later were pulled over because he was driving 28 miles over the speed limit.

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