the letter I sent to FLOTUS is as follows

Dear Madam,

Today Ive been shown in the records of the war department a series of correspondence indicating the urgent need for a data base for the missing and exploited women and children of the Native America People.

A database does not exist, and I wonder why..

The letters in the War Department from 1801 hold the secret to why the Spiders and Owls fear your husband so much.

I normally would not contact another mans wife on such a matter.

But these desperate times in our Republic call for such an action.

Very Sincerely and Respectfully,

An old Indian

This is my Death Face

This is my Ghost Dance

Do you see me? Because I see you

do you fear me..because I do not fear you

Ask Liz,she knows why a data base for the missing and exploited of my people does not exist..

The Holly Wood Spell is losing it's power

the drum beat, the heart beat is destroying it

someone is coming..and he is far, far greater than I..

soon…

I proper teacher for these braves…

I humbly announce his entrance

I'm thinking a Grand Mother will follow with him..to teach the ways of the moon lodge..it's power

'up into the Sky, up into the Stars..you will always be my little ones.'

that is the sky fathers promise.. 'always'

Do you hear the Drum

Secret is is the Drum..this drum

They are trying to high jack the Native American Narrative like they always have..

..that is why I am here

Here are the Secrets of the Tomahawk -as I remember them

Gifted the Pipe Tomahawk, passed down. But the white man took all our sacred pipes and Tomahawks..

taken as War Trophies and placed in the Smithsonian..

Question: Why would they keep such a collection?

Answer: They Hold Great Power

The Tomahawk is a weapon of war and peace

We can choose to Smoke the Pipe and peace will follow

or we can go to War..

at this point I remember my Grandfather say, he kinda chuckled as he said it..I don't remember the French Words…mmh memory

'We can bury the hatchet, least we bury in the backs of each other's heads'

More Heart beat

More cow bell

The Holy Wood is losing it's spell

the truth is hidden in the notes

and only a Sage Musician can decode it..

kind'a like Close Encounters of a Third Kind

what happened to the children in that movie anyway? muh memory

kind'a looks like me after a session with QLarp

What was planned was delay and diversion while the War Machines of the Great Nations geared up production…

They are planning on Killing the Seventh Generation..

But we will hide them..

like the 'Cores'

It's a spiders old trick, masters at weaving a WEB of deception..

It's an old Spiders trick as they are coming back into power..I think

What they did not anticipate is my 'Wild Card' and I play it now..I am an old man what else can they do to me?

Skin Walker Ranch = Ghost Dance = Skull and Bones

I have several Owls that live in a old Cedar in the Back

near the barn…

The make so much noise at night, flying about looking for prey.

I have an old Tom Cat that likes to climb the tree and eat the young chicks in spring..

I keep him hungry..except for now he spends most of his time by the fire like me..old

Funny think about owls they always hunts at night, they hate the sun light of day.

and they hate Tom Cats