{"id":16491,"date":"2024-09-04T10:35:24","date_gmt":"2024-09-04T15:35:24","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mohawknationnews.com\/blog\/?p=16491"},"modified":"2024-09-04T10:35:24","modified_gmt":"2024-09-04T15:35:24","slug":"the-twilight-zone","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mohawknationnews.com\/blog\/2024\/09\/04\/the-twilight-zone\/","title":{"rendered":"THE TWILIGHT ZONE"},"content":{"rendered":"

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MNN. Sep. 3, 2024. In order to finish something you have to start somewhere. One of the most primal feelings humans have is to belong and feel connected to other humans and to be part of a tribe. Today our freedom is an illusion because\u00a0 it was systematically destroyed by church and state and replaced by the Military Industrial Complex. When we arrive on our mother we have to deal with entrenched male structures imposed by foreigners. Today we strive to know who we really are before all this chaos was shoved down our throats. Who were we before we became toys for these inhuman beings.\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Our ancestors tried to tell us about the genocide that took place after the arrival of these derelicts running away from their European genociders. We had safety, family, equality. When we learned about how we were almost totally annihilated by these European hordes, we felt like turning the world back to what it was on turtle island. We are looking for a happy continuation of our life. However the intruders told us that we are insane because we don’t fit into their money grabbing murder piracy system. <\/strong>The trauma technocrats of the church and state decide who and what we are and who shall live and who shall die!\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dancing and singing is how we exchange feelings with each other. This dimension is unknown to the intruders. They planned how to stop us from being happy by producing laws that we cannot or don’t think we should follow to survive, especially paying taxes to them and speaking their fake languages, while taking all our possessions, culture and languages so that we can’t communicate with creation. They told us that their dictates are for our own good! To them we are a brand to be put on display and to charge their tourists to look at us. Us singing, dancing and speaking to each other to bring us together was a no-no.\u00a0 \"\"<\/a><\/strong>Our real purpose is to care for mother earth. The Mohawk Mothers and all women and all our people are empowered. The powers that be want to keep us as children and as their playthings to scare and kill us. October 25, 2024 is the one hundred year anniversary of their business plan to “be rid of the Indian problem forever”, Duncan Campbell Scott, 1924. The genociders have been shouting how sorry they are to the rest of the world for their P.R. campaign to continue their operation as a corporation disguised as a country. They tell us how sorry they are for their murder spree of our race, that it is just not going to work out for us to remain on this earth because we are such resisters and we just don’t care enough about money the way they do. So we are accused of not taking care of our children and that we are terrible parents so they can continue taking them from us and sell them or use them for medical experiments and then kill them.\u00a0\u00a0<\/b><\/p>\n

They say we don’t listen to them, never mentioning the horror they inflicted on us.\u00a0 We are not leaving turtle island. Creation programmed us to be here. We won’t run out of love for our people. We will do what is necessary to stop this carnage. Like a strip show, we will remove everything they covered us with. The spotlight will be different. We will have children so that our legacy is secure. We know how the church and state still hate us for messing up their plan. Invaders, leave us alone. The death mongers will see our survival show which w<\/strong>e will keep playing forever.\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

What will you do when you have to return everything you took from us – the land, water, sky, the children, the people? Well, start undressing, start singing and dancing. Put your bodies in motion and get on your ships and go home. We’ll tear off your costumes of suit jackets, white shirts and ties and be beautiful, loving and joyful in our finery to release that love we have for each other as creation intended.\u00a0\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

The Kahnistensera have been working with the professors and students at McGill University. They wanted to teach and learn the truth until “the bullet hits the bone”.\u00a0 The Golden Earring got it right:\u00a0\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Somewhere in a lonely hotel room, there’s a guy starting to realize<\/strong><\/em>
That eternal fate has turned its back on him, it’s 2 a.m.<\/strong><\/em><\/div>\n
It’s 2 a.m., the fear has gone (It’s 2 a.m., the fear has gone)<\/strong><\/em>
I’m sitting here waiting, the gun’s still warm (I’m sitting here waiting, the gun’s still warm)<\/strong><\/em>
Maybe my connection is tired of takin’ chances<\/strong><\/em>
Yeah, there’s a storm on the loose, sirens in my head<\/strong><\/em>
Wrapped up in silence, all circuits are dead<\/strong><\/em>
Cannot decode, my whole life spins into a frenzy<\/strong><\/em><\/div>\n
Help! I’m stepping into The Twilight Zone<\/strong><\/em>
Place is a madhouse, feels like being cloned<\/strong><\/em>
My beacon’s been moved under moon and star<\/strong><\/em>
Where am I to go now that I’ve gone too far?<\/strong><\/em>
Help! I’m stepping into The Twilight Zone<\/strong><\/em>
Place is a madhouse, feels like being cloned<\/strong><\/em>
My beacon’s been moved under moon and star<\/strong><\/em>
Where am I to go now that I’ve gone too far?<\/strong><\/em><\/div>\n
Soon, you will come to know when the bullet hits the bone<\/strong><\/em>
Soon, you will come to know when the bullet hits the bone<\/strong><\/em><\/div>\n
I’m falling down a spiral, destination unknown<\/strong><\/em>
Double-crossed messenger all alone<\/strong><\/em>
Can’t get no connection, can’t get through, where are you?<\/strong><\/em>
Well, the night weighs heavy on his guilty mind<\/strong><\/em>
This far from the borderline<\/strong><\/em>
When the hitman comes, he knows damn well he has been cheated<\/strong><\/em><\/div>\n
And he says<\/strong><\/em>
Help! I’m stepping into The Twilight Zone<\/strong><\/em>
Place is a madhouse, feels like being cloned<\/strong><\/em>
My beacon’s been moved under moon and star<\/strong><\/em>
Where am I to go now that I’ve gone too far?<\/strong><\/em>
Help! I’m stepping into The Twilight Zone<\/strong><\/em>
Place is a madhouse, feels like being cloned<\/strong><\/em>
My beacon’s been moved under moon and star<\/strong><\/em>
Where am I to go now that I’ve gone too far?<\/strong><\/em><\/div>\n
Soon, you will come to know when the bullet hits the bone<\/strong><\/em>
Soon, you will come to know when the bullet hits the bone<\/strong><\/em>
When the bullet hits the bone<\/strong><\/em><\/div>\n
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