The US Supreme Court ruled in 1980 that the Black Hills were unconstitutionally taken and awarded the local tribes a settlement of $120.5 million, which, with interest, is now worth over $1.5 billion. The Lakota Tribe continues to assert their right to the land and has not accepted the monetary award, stating that- 'The Black Hills Are Not For Sale'!

Shout out to all the immigrant parents who sacrificed everything for their children‼️

“One does not sell the land people walk on.” ~ Crazy Horse, (1841-1877) Tašúŋke Witkó, Oglala Lakota,

"A tree with deep roots fears no storm." — Traditional Japanese proverb

Sitting Bull’s Vision: The Prophecy of the Greasy Grass On June 5, 1876, Chief Sitting Bull (Tatáŋka Íyotake), a wičáša wakáŋ (holy man), led the Lakota, Northern Cheyenne, and Arapaho nations in a sacred Sun Dance (Wiwáŋyaŋg Wačhípi) near Rosebud Creek in Montana. Seeking strength and guidance for his people, Tatáŋka Íyotake participated deeply in the ceremony. He offered blood and flesh from his arms and danced continuously for 36 hours. Through intense prayer and sacrifice, he entered a trance-like state and received a powerful vision. In the vision, he looked at the sky and saw U.S. soldiers and horses falling upside down directly into the native camp, dropping "like grasshoppers." A voice spoke to him, declaring that these soldiers "had no ears"—meaning they refused to listen to Native concerns. The gathered warriors embraced this vision as a divine promise of victory. Just twenty days later, on June 25, 1876, the prophecy was fulfilled at the Battle of the Greasy Grass, widely known today as the Battle of the Little Bighorn or "Custer’s Last Stand!”

"Humankind has not woven the web of life. We are but one thread within it. Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves—all things are bound together—all things connect.” ~ Chief Seattle, Squamish-Duamish, 1782-1866,

It's not "land loss", it's genocide.

“A fiery spirit burst from your soul.” ~ A.D Posey, Muskogee Creek Nation, (1873-1908)

“We do not walk alone. Great Being walks beside us—know this and be grateful.” ~ Hopi,

“For us, warriors are not what you think of as warriors. The warrior is not someone who fights, because no one has the right to take another life. The warrior, for us, is one who sacrifices himself for the good of others. His task is to take care of the elderly, the defenseless, those who can not provide for themselves, and above all, the children, the future of humanity.” ~ Chief Sitting Bull, Tatanka Iyotanka, Hunkpapa Lakota, (1831-1890)

“Find What Speaks To Your Energy And Live It.” ~ A.D. Posey, Muskogee Creek Nation 1873-1908

This little Cheyenne child was born around the time when the Native American population in the US hit its lowest point in history (between 1890 and 1900), but despite genocides, diseases, and wars, Indigenous people survived and are still here today!

The Black Hills are the most sacred place in the world to the Lakota people who fiercely resisted the foreign invasion of their land by vandals who ruined their sacred mountain by carving ridiculous giant heads of foreign leaders on it. It is so ugly and looked better before!

"There is no death—only a change of worlds." - Chief Seattle, 1786-1866

Harrison Ford: “Humanity is a part of nature, not above it. We need cultural change. We need to extend social justice. We need to respect and elevate the indigenous people that are being marginalized, and in many cases, killed in cold blood. The world you’re stepping into, the world my generation left you, is a real mess”

“So long as mists envelop you, be still; be still until the sunlight pours through and dispels the mists as it surely will—then act with courage.” ~ Chief White Eagle, 1826-1914

In Lakota and many other Indigenous traditions, we are reminded that life is not a straight line but a sacred circle — a journey that continues long after the body grows quiet. When this season of life comes to its close, the spirit does not vanish; it begins a four‑day wandering upon the earth. During those four days, the spirit moves like a soft wind through the places it once loved. It lingers at familiar doorways, touches the hands of those who shaped its path, and greets new landscapes with the curiosity of a traveler returning home. This wandering is not a goodbye filled with sorrow, but a final circling — a gentle farewell to the world that carried us. After this sacred time, the spirit lifts beyond the blue sky, traveling through the shimmering river of the Milky Way. It journeys across the star‑road until it reaches the farthest edge of the heavens, where the entrance to the Road of Spirits waits. There, an ancient Grandmother Spirit keeps watch — the guardian of the threshold, the one who sees the truth of every soul. She is said to look for a mark upon the spirit, a symbol like a tattoo of light, showing whether we fulfilled the purpose we agreed to before our birth. For long before our first breath, each of us accepts a mission — a promise whispered between our soul and the Great Mystery. This purpose is placed deep within us, hidden like a seed waiting for the right season. If our purpose is unfinished, the Grandmother does not judge. She simply sends the spirit back to walk the earth again, to continue the work we vowed to complete. Just as the seasons never rush their unfolding, neither does the spirit realm. Everything ripens in its own time. But when our journey is complete — when the promise has been lived fully — the Grandmother Spirit recognizes the mark. She opens the gate, welcoming the traveler into the embrace of the ancestors, the Star Nation, where all souls shine together like constellations of memory and love. This teaching mirrors many near‑death experiences shared across cultures: visions of purification, transition, and return. Many spirits are sent back to finish their earthly work; others are seen traveling from the Oversoul, preparing to be born. All of it reflects a single truth — that life is a sacred continuum, and every soul is held in a great and loving design.