Upon my land this will be a mighty feast to fill the strong and weak of heart and spirit. All are equal in my eyes. A time for all our hearts and spirits to rise to the land of long ago with our ancestors of young and old. Do the things that I do ask for this is your given task. We will reunite upon a golden crest with the Spirits of the East,South,North and West.
Many more tasks are to come.
How we would have listened if only we could have gotten you to talk, but years of fear with lots of tears prevented you from talking. You had been taught so well not to talk. So others would not hurt us. So many others looked down on us and to this day still do. They laugh when we say we are Native Americans.