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Native Blood Cherokee Live like a free bird flying into the air it wants. Today is for you. Do the things that are comfortable for you. Bless my friends this day.

The most suffering is not being able to get rid of your negative thoughts. Do not make yourself hurt, smile and look forward to the good things of today. Creator, thank you for the sunrise and the breath and life within us. Creator, hear our prayers πŸ€²πŸ¦ΆπŸ™

05/10/2026
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05/09/2026

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Mukwa Bear, a skilled First Nations tracker in Canada, has found 10 missing Indigenous people since 2019 after police se...
05/09/2026

Mukwa Bear, a skilled First Nations tracker in Canada, has found 10 missing Indigenous people since 2019 after police searches couldn't locate them.
Raised on traplines and deeply immersed in his culture and traditions, Bear developed exceptional tracking skills through traditional hunting practices and deep connection to the land.
In December 2023, Bear gained wider recognition for his volunteer work across multiple Canadian provinces including Manitoba, Saskatchewan, Alberta, and British Columbia.
Over four years, he participated in more than 15 searches, successfully locating 10 missing individuals and providing desperately needed closure to grieving families.
Bear often responds when families feel official search efforts have fallen short. His approach combines traditional knowledge with modern search techniques, allowing him to notice subtle environmental clues others might miss.
"I use my knowledge of the land and tracking to help families get closure," Bear explains. "Sometimes I'm the last hope they have."
Families praise his compassionate approach and cultural understanding, noting his ability to connect with communities in ways official agencies sometimes cannot.
Bear's work highlights both his remarkable individual commitment and the broader need for culturally informed search techniques when Indigenous people go missing.
Sources: Global News Canada, Indigenous community leaders

Fleming Begaye Sr., a Navajo code talker who helped the Allies gain victory in the Pacific Theater in World War II, died...
05/08/2026

Fleming Begaye Sr., a Navajo code talker who helped the Allies gain victory in the Pacific Theater in World War II, died on May 10, 2019 at the age of 97. He was one of the last remaining members of an elite group of Navajo people who used their language to help transmit top-secret military information during the war.
Born in 1921 in Red Valley, Arizona, Begaye attended a Native American boarding schoolβ€”part of a United States policy that forced Native American children into schools that focused on English-only education. But the language of Begaye’s people, the Navajo (DinΓ© in Navajo) would end up playing a major role in Begaye’s life. When World War II started, Begaye’s daughter tells The New York Times, Begaye heard the Marines were searching for people who could speak Navajo.
He answered the call and became part of history. During World War I, Choctaw code talkers had proven that Native American languagesβ€”which had few speakers due to U.S. policies that forced assimilation and drove Native Americans out of their traditional landsβ€”could be used as an uncrackable code.
In World War II, the Marines used that tactic again, recruiting speakers of Navajo and other languages to send and receive messages on the battlefield. Navajo is unwritten and complex, and tests revealed that it was a quick and effective way to transmit vital information in the field.

Every child must be protected ❀️Obsidian eyes ...Black eyes like obsidian, precious stone that even broken can cut.Brown...
05/08/2026

Every child must be protected ❀️
Obsidian eyes ...
Black eyes like obsidian, precious stone that even broken can cut.
Brown skin like the color of the land that saw me born, the one that after being plundered for 500 years does not lose its wealth and shine.
Long black hair like the night itself, when coyolchauki accompanies him in solitude and illuminates my walk in the dark,
my language, my culture, my customs and my beliefs,
The blood of my grandparents running through my veins.
Their knowledge, their wisdom, their respect and way of seeing life, that is what I am, the sum of all of them, the very legacy of their lives

The moon is full and the sky is wide,and he stands like he belongs there.Not to impress anyone.Not to prove anything.Jus...
05/07/2026

The moon is full and the sky is wide,
and he stands like he belongs there.
Not to impress anyone.
Not to prove anything.
Just steady, just present.

Feathers lift in the night wind,
beads catch the cold light,
and every detail says,
I carry my people with respect.

A wolf stays close at his side,
quiet eyes, calm breath,
the kind of loyalty you do not buy,
the kind you earn by being real.

Tipis sit behind him like memory,
and the desert holds the silence
like a drumbeat you feel in your chest.

Some nights you need this kind of reminder.
Stay disciplined.
Stay humble.
Stop chasing approval from people
who do not know your story.

Do not talk too much.
Do not promise too fast.
Do not react to every challenge.
Let your actions speak,
and let your spirit stay clean.

The moon watches your choices.
It sees who you are when no one is clapping.
So choose right.
Even when it is hard.
Even when it is lonely.

Stand proud, but stay kind.
Be strong, but stay respectful.
Protect your circle.
Honor your roots.

And when morning comes,
walk into the daylight
with the same calm power
you held under the blue night.

Snow falls slow like quiet advice,and she lets it touch her hair.Kneeling in the open field,she does not hide from the c...
05/07/2026

Snow falls slow like quiet advice,
and she lets it touch her hair.
Kneeling in the open field,
she does not hide from the cold,
she meets it with a calm heart.

The moon hangs bright and full,
watching without judgment.
It has seen tears before.
It has seen strength before.
It knows the difference between giving up
and letting go.

Her braids hold patience,
her blanket holds warmth,
her beadwork holds memory,
and her breath rises soft
like a promise spoken under the stars.

This is not sadness.
This is release.
This is a woman choosing peace
instead of carrying pain another year.

Some people pray loud.
She prays honest.
No show.
No crowd.
Just a private moment
between spirit and sky.

If you are tired, do this.
Stop explaining yourself.
Stop fighting every battle.
Sit with the night for a while
and tell the truth to the moon.

Ask for a clean mind.
Ask for a steady heart.
Ask for the strength to forgive
without forgetting.

Then stand up again.
Not broken.
Not bitter.
Just lighter,
like snow falling from a branch
when the wind finally changes.

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