MNN. Oct. 19, 2015. “The river of life has many falls, twists and turns and steep walls. We travel down it in our own way. The same has been from the very first day. I’ll stay in my canoe. You stay in your boat. I only hope you stay afloat. I’ll smile at you, you wave at me. We’ll continue on toward the sea”.
We all have a duty to take care of the natural world. Mayor Coderre and the Family Compact cannot violate the teiohateh, the law of the land, which gave them permission to life here. They are not following the treaty and risk being exposed as the rogue state they have become.
We all must save our river of life.
Everyone is welcome at the continuous fire vigil at the southern end of the Mercier Bridge that spans kaniatarowanon:onwe. Needed: wood, water, fruits, coffee. Contact these officials and tell them how you feel about their shit in the river.
MNN. 16 Oct. 2015. A temporary postponement of the shit-drop into the kaniataro’wanen:onwe, the great river of life, by Mayor Coderre of Montreal is unacceptable. Stop it forever! sa**********@ri****.com
Coderre: “Old boys, I tried”.
The Chateau Clique, the Quebec “old boys club” of the Family Compact, invented the private corporation of Canada. They incorporated the City of Montreal in 1832 causing the shit problem in Montreal and elsewhere. The scum who started the Clique are James McGill and John Molson. Their partners are Jonathan Sewell, Quebec Archbishops Jacob Mountain and Charles James Stewart, William McGillivray, Edward Bowen, banker Horatio Gates and Peter McGill. Their offspring are today’s old boys club stinking up everything.
… which was all stolen from the ongwe’hon:weh
The old thugs made laws in the 1830s at Osgoode Hall in Toronto, built with stolen Six Nation Trust Funds. The laws were to protect their land theft, power grab, and to ensure they remain perpetually at the top of the corporate hierarchy. They set up the private corporation of Canada and made up bylaws. They set up the Canadian banking system and own all the major banks. Their Family Compact bloodline sit on the boards of directors for all major corporations of Canada, including the Corporation of Canada.
The CROWN is the sole shareholder of the private corporation known as Canada. The Family Compact bankers sit on the board of directors for the CROWN shareholders to make sure there is ever growing dividends. They appoint the boards for Montreal, McGill University and so on. Every band council, community, town, municipality and city was incorporated into private independent republics controlled by the Family Compact. The bankers control every everyone in Canada because they can’t make a transaction without a bank account.
McGill & Molson: “How dare you call us criminals to our faces!”
They even gave us, and our land, foreign corporate names to alienate us from our land and the natural world. We will reclaim our original ongwe’hon:weh names. The so-called “St. Lawrence” is kaniatara’wano:onwe, the great river of life, which we live with and never try to control. Our names have life, momentum and meanings that makes us think.
Roy Orbison sings it best for what’s coming: “All the rainbows in the sky start to even say goodbye. You won’t be seeing rainbows any more. Setting suns before they fall, echo to you, that’s all, that’s all.
But you’ll see lonely sunset after all. It’s over, it’s over, it’s over, it’s over, It’s over.
MNN. Oct. 14, 2015. This statement was put out on local media:
The kanion’kehaka plan to obstruct Montreal’s scheme to dump their 8 billion litres of raw o’tah into our river. Mayor Coderre pledges to begin the big poop on Sunday, October 18th. The “Family Compact” and “Chateau Clique” are behind this mess. In Quebec James McGill and John Molson formed the Chateau Clique around 1800. They became wealthy and powerful by stealing our land and funds and trying to kill us off. They established Montreal as their own republic. Their whole Canadian banking system is illegal and set up by these same people. They steal more than enough to put their ca-ca somewhere else.
Family Compact & Chateau Clique bloodlines!
Their offspring are now in control. They select the prime ministers, bureaucrats and all form of gatekeepers to maintain their control matrix. As Mark Twain said, “If voting really mattered, they wouldn’t let us do it!” kaniataronwanon:onwe is our river designed by creation to take care of all life.
McGill and Molson families, stop complaining and clean up your poo-poo! You remind us of the song we heard in the school yard sung by the whining brat. “Nobody likes me, everybody hates me, I’m going down the garden to eat worms. Long thin slimy ones, short fat fuzzy ones. Ooey gooey, ooey gooey worms. Long thin slimy ones slip down easily. Short fat fuzzy ones don’t. short fat fuzzy ones stick to your teeth. And the juice goes slurping down your throat.”
MNN. 13 Oct. 2015. The story goes that in the early 1800’s the bankers wrote a script to steal half the land mass of ono’ware:geh from the onkwe’hon’weh:neh, the natural people. They formed a “Family Compact” in Upper Canada Ontario and a “Chateau Clique” in Lower Canada Quebec. They were John Robinson, Bishop Strachan, William Osgoode, Jonas Jones, Aeneas Shaw, Col. James FitzGibbon, William Henry Bouleton, Allan Napier McNabb, Henry Sherwood and James Buchanan. In Montreal it was James McGill and John Molson. Their offspring are responsible for all the shit they left in Montreal.
Family Compact & Chateau Clique, your pot runneth over!
The script set up its artificial matrix called “corporatism”. They would steal our land, resources and accumulate wealth and power. The only real law of the land now and then is kaia’nereh:kowa.
The Family Compact and Chateau Clique, along with the bankers, make up the board of directors for the CROWN [13 families] for the corporation of Canada. These compacts do all the dirty work such as killing the INDIANS and stealing all our possessions.
or when you tell them to flush the toilet!
In this play the actors illegally control everything: public policy, revenues, patronage, land grants, banks, building canals and railroads, citizenship, etc. They appointed legislative councils to run it [the shadow government]. The municipal corporations were all independent republics owned by the banks representing the CROWN shareholders. The funds for everything came from the ongwe’hon:weh trust funds. This performance is still in play.
We never believed any of this. We are natural people and saw it wasn’t real. In the finale we were going to be absorbed into the artificial body politic they created, which is all pretend. It’s all based on the fiction that they can own our mother earth.
Today the Family Compact and Chateau Clique fear the 100th monkey effect. The people are the monkeys trained to be blind and obedient. When 10% of the sleeping human minds wake up, the 100th monkey effect will kick in. They will awaken everybody else who will see the fiction.
The Corporation of the City of Montreal set up in 1832 by the Family Compact is responsible for shitting on our bed. They better put their shit somewhere else, not in kaniatarowano:onwe, the river of the natural people. The solution for the war problem is to hold the shareholders accountable for the crimes of their corporations by eliminating the limited liability clauses in the corporate acts.
kohtihon’tia:kwenio: “Clean up our mother or get out!”
As the nursery rhyme goes, 15 monkeys jumping on the bed. One fell off and the other one said, “No more monkeys jumping on the bed”. The made-for-tv rock band, the Monkees, reflected the gullible nature of the public: “Here we come, walking down the street… we get the funniest looks from everyone we meet. Hey, hey, we’re the monkeys. And people say we monkey around. We’re too busy singing to put anybody down. We’re just trying to be friendly. Come and watch us sing and play. We’re the young generation. And we’ve got something to say”.
MNN. Sept. 27,2015. Those ongwe’hon:weh who have gone over to the other side are like the INDIAN souvenirs that are sold to tourists with “Made in China” written on the bottom. tehati’natsa’hia:ton means those ongwe’hon:weh who vote in the corporate elections have “made in Canada” written on their behinds. By voting they take an oath to Queenie to support the CROWN’s genocide against us.
The only way the settler colony of Canada can qualify to be a country is to eliminate us by assimilating or terminating our existence. They have to get us to agree with their system by voting in it. Stephen Harper is horrible so that we will rise up and vote against him. Mulcair and Trudeau will be exactly like Harper. There is no “Canadian” land and no “Canadian” language. Therefore Canada is not a country, just a corporation privately owned by the CROWN. Any ongwe’hon:weh that votes is agreeing that they can kill us, steal everything we have – our land, resources, future children and to destroy our mother.
The law of the land is the kaia’nereh:kowa. Those who join a foreign entity violate wampum 58. They lose their birthrights to the land, their mother, name and clan. They join the invader population.
To those voting, the message is: “Voting means you give up being an ongwe’hon:weh. You agree with the system that is oppressing us. You will be owned by the shareholders of the Canadian corporation like the other Canadian voters. The 1924 one-hundred year plan to annihilate us is still in play. You leave the canoe and board the bankers’ Admiralty ship. It cannot dock. You become landless and have no roots to ono’ware:geh. You take an oath to the Queen to help carry out her wishes and become one of her landless orphans. Your mother is no longer ono’ware:geh.
If you vote, you go against your ancestors who died for your freedom. You can change your mind. As Bob Dylan sings: “Come gather round, people, wherever you roam. And admit that the waters around you have grown. And accept it that soon you’ll be drenched to the bone. If your time to you is worth saving, then you better start swimming or you’ll sink like a stone. For the times they are a’changing.”
MNN. 9 Sept. 2015. Yes, we ongwe’hon:weh have a 500 year-old refugee problem called “Canadians” and “Americans”. We and our mother live a life of peril since they washed upon our shores. Most of us were slaughtered. Our ancestors are warning us about them. The Corporation of Canada will selectively accept those associates who will help them rape and pillage our land and possessions and try to complete the genocide. We have no obligation to help them. We have to object. We are ono’ware:geh/Great Turtle Island.
The Anglo American establishment organized the chaos we see today in the Middle East. The bankers created a self-serving class system who must now be taken out and sent to their corporate colonies like Canada, to continue to serve them and their interests. Those upper class who are unwelcome in their homeland have been nurtured to fit into the banker’s monetary matrix. They have families and bank accounts to pay someone off. The poor walkers into Hungary who got their houses and towns blown up by the Europeans are unwanted by the gatekeepers of the corporate matrix. Sad stories are spun every day to make us feel guilty for not wanting to share more of our land, resources and lives.
Take back to the ‘fatherland’ only what you brought! [Nothing!]
We brought in refugees and gave them a safe future. Soon they began exterminating us and helping themselves to our possessions. Because this is not their land they destroyed our mother with impunity. Canada passed the anti-terror bill, C51, aimed at terminating us by 2024. These refugees should go home and fix the chaos in their own countries caused by western multinational corporations. We’ve suffered enough!
Immigration system is a take & destroy mission.
They are coming here to monetize everything to wipe out the Great Law of Peace. Our women decide citizenship, political office, naming, clan designations and adoptions. CROWN, take all your children home. These immigrants are not being told that we never surrendered any of our land and possessions, that the CROWN matrix illegally controls a slave system. The CROWN is 100% guilty of genocide in the residential school holocaust. The world must help bring charges against the CROWN and punish these criminals. Terrorists are being imported to continue the genocide of the natural people. The refugees can only connect with the earth through their women in their own homelands.
Time for the world to help stop this!
Nirvana tell it: “Stay away. Stay away. Stay away. Give an inch, take a mile”.
MNN. Sep. 7, 2015. About five years ago Mr. SOS got in touch with me by email. He was affiliated with a group at McGill University environmental issues and a group of Montreal Island history aficionados. He also worked with kahnawake elders to list Mohawk place names on Montreal Island and surrounding areas.
Recently an issue came up about Turcot Yard, the land south of the escarpment on Upper Lachine Road across the river from Kahnawake. Historically, from Ville St. Pierre to Atwater was a seven mile lake. In 1535 Jacques Cartier came upstream from the kaniatarowano:onwe/St. Lawrence River/river of the Mohawks and landed there at Hochelaga.
French kidnap ongwe’hon:weh to take home.
Cartier wrote about his walk along the escarpment and the food the kanion’ke:haka/Mohawks had grown there. Montreal Island was covered with over 50 kanion’ke:haka villages and hundreds of streams, creeks, lakes and ponds. The lakes were filled with life and beech and other nut trees and orchards created food and an unending fresh water supply. The lake was turned into a landfill. St. Pierre, the rail yards, highways and expressways were built on top.
Turcot Yard. Splattered on top of kanionkehaka/Mohawk land.
Mr. SOS is 62 years old, very fit, does not eat cooked food. The web does not reveal previous jobs. He has a small pension. He later said he was paying $1000 a month in child support. He claims to be a Jew and part ongwe’hon:weh [cultural appropriation]. His townhouse is cluttered from top to bottom with papers and stuff, like a busy work place, with no place to sit or chat. He has no car and uses a neighbor’s bike.
Mr. SOS’s townhouse is in a housing project at the Whisky Trench road that comes from kahnawake and hooks up to Highway 20, which goes downtown to Montreal. Turcot yard was a rail yard, which is no longer viable. Expressways were built in 1966, which are now falling apart and being taken down. The construction workers found an old French village but decided to continue the construction.
Why don’t you stay over tonight?
On September 4, 2015 I called Mr. SOS and asked him about it. He talked about the escarpment and the lake, which is all Mohawk land. I had never personally met him. He invited me to his place in Lasalle to look at maps and discuss the history. Though I live 5 minutes away he asked me to stay overnight. I declined. He insisted and made me feel uncomfortable. He invited me to have supper. He picked herbs outside and made a salad. Later he told me he uses his shit and piss to nourish his garden. Yuck!
Once again he insisted I stay overnight. I left. We arranged to meet the following day, Saturday, September 5, to walk on the land in question. I parked on the street. His ‘son’ was inside waiting to meet me and then left. We started walking down the hill by the park. About two minutes later, SOS said he forgot the map and ran back to his house. 20 minutes later he returned with a knapsack on his back. He took my bottle of water and put it in his bag. I kept my car key and cell phone in my bag.
Project telecommunications system!
SOS talked about setting up 100-people communities to share food, responsibilities and profits. He talked about finances, investments and so on. It would take millions. He had $45,000 but had access to lots of money. he told me his family is wealthy. His mother grew up in the Chateau Frontenac Hotel in Quebec City. His father was a businessman.
It was hot and muggy. We walked along the Lachine Canal to the bridge over to Ville St. Pierre.
I thought he lived in the project for 30 years. But he’s only been there for 5 years. He was evasive about his previous residences other than in BC and Pointe Claire Quebec.
We walked up the main street of St. Pierre to a bridge. SOS said we should go down the right side of the bridge and walk along the road to the old St. Raphael hotel site. There we crossed Highway 20 and got onto the north side of the road to Angrignon Mall. It curved through a huge Turcot Yard construction site with high piles of dirt and rocks. SOS then insisted that we walk through this deserted construction site. He wanted us to cross, climb over the fence and then walk through the rubble. I refused. About 500 ft. further was a busy road going over to the shopping mall, which had traffic lights and a sidewalk. I insisted we go there.
I kept asking for water, which he kept withholding. “Let’s find a place, sit down and then drink some water”, he said. I said ‘no’, I want it now! So he had to give it to me.
We walked over the overpass and down the stairs to get to the Lachine Canal though a construction site and some shrubs. In a shack were 3 people who waved to us. We walked by, went through the shrubs to the Canal. We walked and he did not talk much.
Later I called my friend and told her about the event. She said his house in Lasalle might be a communications center; that Lasalle is part of the Seigneury of Sault St. Louis land claim by the Mohawks of kahnawake. Another friends said, “He might be a cop!” His sister said, “He might be a CSIS hit man!” Or an infiltrator? He bicycles over to Kahnawake, makes friends, gets involved with people there in language, arts, and other programs. He has become familiar with the community.
Throughout the 20 kilometer walk I questioned him about his monetary interests, misunderstanding and misinformation about us. He had a nervous laugh. Almost like he was playing nice. Was he working on my untimely disappearance? Another missing ongwe’hon:weh woman!
Mr. Nice Guy spy.
He wants to live by the kaia’nere’kowa. He thinks if somebody commits a murder, they should be forced to live by the Great Peace and to forgive them. I answered, “When we were being murdered, not one of you stood up for us and you still don’t. For murder, the criminal is executed, along with his entire family. This goes for the genocide that continues today by all those who are benefitting, including you, Mr. SOS”.
The next day I got itchy like mosquitoes were biting me all over my body. Did I dodge a bullet? Is Mr. Nice Guy somewhere in our neighborhood? Anyone with a voice and knows how to use it gets targeted. Anyone could turn into an agent anytime.
As Elvis sings, “As the snow flies on a cold and gray Chicago morning, a poor little baby child is born in the ghetto”.
MNN. Aug. 17, 2015. To get a good education we are told to always ask “why?” and “can you prove it?” about everything. In 1884, Canada, a corporate franchise of Europe, illegally passed the Indian Advancement Act. [http://caid.ca/IndAdvAct1884.pdf] In 1924 all of our communities were turned into POW camps administered by the military. Kahnawake is #IR 14. Today, violating our sovereignty, illegal secret structures and businesses are flooding kahnawake, without our knowledge or consent. Complaints unheeded.
Chief Joe Norton lost 3 casino referenda.
“Get rich quick by scamming your people” by Joke Norton.
It seems he purchased our land to build a casino anyway, using our sovereignty and funds to make himself and his foreign investors rich. A road off the bridge from Montreal leads to a locked gate with the sign “L.A. Hebert” [commercial & industrial projects, possibly military. 450-632-7973].
The road leads into the bush to a weigh scale and then to a 300-acre cleared landfill. Along the road are empty poles. Further on electric boxes are attached to the poles with heavy black covered wiring buried into the ground. Further along stands a large empty square structure about the size of a 3-storey Wal-Mart, without windows.
Ol’ Joke casino in the bush. Ha ha ha!
A 13 ft. high fence with barbed wire at the top surrounds the entire property to keep people out, not in. 10 large cooling systems are on the roof. The property could be a casino, a military installation or a prison/holding pen/labor camp. Warning notices abound. The only security was a monitor on a table inside the front door. Further down the road is a 300-foot tower with huge thick black wires coming from it. 350 Wal-Marts closed.
Until we take direction from the kohtihon’tia:kwenio.
Strangely no one in Kahnawake seems to know when this structure was built in the center of our territory. Just like in 1994 Joke Norton bought a Jesus toast for $1.2 million of our funds without our knowledge.
Looks a bit like Joe.
According to Wampum 44 of the Great Peace the kohtihon’tia:kwenio, women titleholders, are responsible for all land and community issues. Each woman has the duty to bring all issues regarding our land before the people. Using Admiralty law to set up corporate businesses and structures on our land is illegal. The colony of Canada and their corporate puppets must immediately cease and desist their violations of our authority. They must deal only deal with us as required under both our law and international law. Anyone wishing to discuss any issues must provide full information through proper diplomatic channels, the Governor General.
Another option: off-shore casino on Lachine Rapids.
We, the kohtihon’tia:kwennio, of the rotino’shonni:onwe, maintain that violations of our inherent rights and laws, by Canada and its corporations and agents, like the MCK, cannot be tolerated. They violate the Great Peace and Two Row, the first laws of ono’ware:geh. The women titleholders of Kahnawake have full rights to seize all of these structures and businesses that have been illegally built in our community. Govern yourselves accordingly.
Due to the immense secrecy, we are speculating and entitled to full transparency. Alice Cooper sees the CROWN’s role in this Admiralty matrix . the band councillors help the CROWN spin its web: “I’m your lover. I’m your brother. I’m your killer. I’m your friend. I’m your teacher. I’m Your preacher. I’m the reaper. In the end. I am the spider.”
MNN. Aug. 13, 2015. In 1994 the Longhouse asked me to run for chief against Joe Norton in the band council election to stop the casino. He was set to bring it in which the people did not want. He needed to win the referendum being run at the same time as the election.
Getting the right voters out to Indian Affairs band council elections.
To avoid compromising themselves the traditional people decided not to vote for in the band council election but only against the casino. Our way of decision-making is the clan system where we openly discuss the issues in public. We don’t have secret ballots with pretend artificial characters to make pretend deals. We only go forward when we become of one mind.
On election day longhouse people came in large numbers to vote against the casino. At 6 pm the polling stopped in the gym in the karonhianonha school. The Indian Affairs officials and two selected council officials ushered people out the door to start counting the votes. They could not start as they were waiting for something.
Same old, same old.
In a class room behind the gym toward the back door two spies for the people were hiding. They saw a truck drive up. A box that looked like the box where all the ballots were dumped was brought in. The box with the real ballots was brought out of the gym, taken away, loaded onto the truck and gone. Then the box with the dummy votes was taken into the gym and counted. Joke Norton and most of his nominees won! The referendum votes couldn’t be fixed and the casino was defeated.
Joke Norton’s clan system of selection.
In Canada the most important elections are the band elections. It is the fraudulent matrix set up to steal our land and resources to pay for Canada’s existence.
Voting fraud. Indian Affairs knows how!
In 1985 I was working in Indian Affairs in Ottawa. I was appointed to review the piles of appeals from band elections throughout Canada. In most I found them to be irregular and had been tampered with. I recommended that either another election be held or they be investigated. If Indian Affairs liked the one that got in, they were allowed to stay. If not, another election was called. Otherwise nothing was done. These small crucial communities were easy for them to manipulate, just like every other election.
We thought we had gotten rid of a bad guy here in Kahnawake. Now twenty years later he comes scampering back to haunt us, just like the bad guys in “As the World Turns”.
Working at Joe’s floating casino.
The legend, Bob Marley, got it perfect to take us out: I shot the sheriff, but I didn’t shoot the deputy. Oh, no!… Sheriff John Brown always hated me for what I don’t know. Every time I plant a seed, he said “Kill it before it grow”. And so I shot the sheriff.”
MNN. Aug. 12, 2015. If you don’t want to play their tug of war game, just drop the rope. They’ll still keep playing. But no one will be on the rope. The matrix is designed to keep everybody playing this game.
Joke Norton: “Wish I could help. See ya later!”
Joke Norton of Kahnawake plays this game by getting us on each end pulling and tugging, dividing our community. This monetization and class system allows the 1% to control the 99%.
Joke Norton’s dream for Kahnawake.
To confuse us, the well programmed incorporated chiefs talk about us and the history of our struggle like a salesman and a politician, “It’s not us that’s illegal. It’s them”. Then they proceed with their plans for our assimilation and legalization of genocide. They tell us how it’s going to be good for all of us. Joke Norton wants to be just like his mentors that he looks up to, like Donald Trump.
So it’s over our burial ground!
In the Kahnawake Highway 30 dispute, Joe has two sides playing tug of war, us and the town of Chateauguay. In the meantime, he plans to personally develop a shopping mall, in partnership with a number of outside developers. Joe is privatizing Kahnawake, using our sovereignty and funds to enrich himself and his partners. He wants a Joke Norton Shopping Mall of Kahnawake, a Joke Norton Tower, streets named after him, with all the whistles and commercials. The Joke Norton casino floating off the shore of Joke Norton Mall, just like Donald Trump, his mentor. A shuttle will take customers to the casino, where he will smile and collect the money, all of which will go into his pocket and then into his off-shore accounts.
Joke Norton: “Just think. You can get a job dancing at the casino”!
Joe Norton has already left Kahnawake and kaianerehkowa in his own mind. All of his tug of war, divide and conquer stragegies will fail when the people stop playing the game and let go of the rope. Joke Norton wants to swim with the big fish in the Admiralty waters. Joe, they’re gonna eat you up and shit you out!
Lets end this whole tug of war strategy by dropping the rope.
Yes, Joe, all criminals are gonna get it.
As Frank Zappa brilliantly reminds us of the tug of war strategy imposed upon us through the media: “So I’m watchin and I’m waitin, hoping for the best! Even think I’ll go to prayin everytime I hear them saying there’s no way to delay that trouble coming every day”. Drop the rope, people!