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Guns Are for Cowards

24 Friday Jan 2020

Posted by Bill Watkins in Guns, Native, Native America, Native American, Peace, Poem, Poems, Poetic Blog, Poetry

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Anti-Gun, Cowardice, Faith, Firearms, Great Spirit, Gun Control, Guns, Joy, Love, Native American, Peace

The native bow and arrow, quiet
and flowing with nature not good
enough to the conquering European
with our war sickness, our gun
powder blowing up targets loudly
and cowardly from distance.

Like splitting the atom, some think
it’s good while others see a diabolical
power unleashed, the Asian invention
and European application satisfied
the war addict, put humans above
nature and God.

Bombs, guns, fireworks—do they please
the Creator?  The birds?  The beasts of
the wilderness?  In battle, do guns
show someone’s courage and honor?
Or… do guns show cowardice, a warrior’s
unwillingness to face his enemy?

From the fields of the native Great Spirit
let us dive into the bible, the other
weapon England and Spain used to
conquer America.  What would Jesus
say to guns?  What does the bible say
about killing?

It’s so easy to hate your enemy, try to
kill them or scare them with something
like guns.  Anyone can hate someone
they do not like, but what strong heart
and soul can love their enemy as a brother,
see them walk on and come from the same

Earth?  From the same great Mother, all
humans human with the same needs,
hopes, fears, doubts… Faith?  Where is
yours, in a loud weapon that creates
fear and noise?  Mine is in love and Peace,
In the rainbow after the rain, in

the great but worthwhile struggle to
love those who persecute you, to see
them as fellow children in this merry-go-
round called Life

Thanksgiving Lie

28 Thursday Nov 2019

Posted by Bill Watkins in Land Theft, Native, Native America, Native American, Poem, Poems, Poetic Blog, Poetry, Thanksgiving Lie

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America, Dishonesty, History, Land Theft, Lies, Native, Native America, Native American, Native Americans, Paspahegh, Powhatan, Thanksgiving, Truth, Wingandacoa

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There was partnership with
native tribes to be sure, after
we had squatted on their land.

There were allies, in-fighting,
out-fighting, and all the normal
chaos that comes with coveting.

Competition with Spain and others
so fierce, the sickness of conquest;
Viking and Roman member measuring.

We came, we saw, we coveted,
we indeed stole—first erecting
a Fort in Paspahegh land without…

communication nor permission.
White, Christian and armed seemed
enough to the sick and damaged

English, attacked and vulnerable
at all sides of its island at home.
“Attack first, hit hard and win”

Now plagued America, the coast
a notch on the belt of a warring
people, who knew no other way.

June of 1676 was a time of party
for the English settlers, who in
writing set down Thanksgiving—

A prayer of thanks to God almighty
for victory over Native Americans
in war for their land: “It certainly

bespeaks our positive Thankfulness,
when our Enemies are in any measure
disappointed or destroyed…”

…went the document, “Thanks for
killing the native people, Lord, so
we can inhabit their lands in peace.”

Have a nice turkey, if you think the
feast a proper one.  Not me, I’ll spend
the day as much as possible making

amends for stealing land.

Wingandacoa

09 Saturday Nov 2019

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Britain, Conquest, Imperialism, John Smith, Love, Native, Native America, Native American, Nature, Peace, Pemisapan, Poem, Queen Elizabeth, Sir Walter Raleigh, Treachery, Truth, Vanity, Violence, Virginia, Wingandacoa, Wingina

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There was a name for a place.
It was named how it was named
for a reason, thousands of years
of tradition, story, repetition and
heritage made that place special,
its people living, dying, circling
the earth in spirit and land—

Gratitude for the water, the food,
the abundance and song.

Then came the British white man,
who was vain and violent enough
to change the name of the place
at a glance because its inhabitants
were not Christian, bible-toting or
“advanced” enough in war (cowards)
to carry and use loud, destructive
firearms—

the kind that still kill in malls,
churches, streets and schools today.

The British white man called this
land “Virginia,” after their virgin
queen Elizabeth.

Vanity.  Violence.  Usurpation…

To first usurp the Bible and Christ
for violent land acquisition.

Then to usurp the land itself…

Wingandacoa lives and breathes;
is the place I cherish and maintain
in my heart one of abundance,
native beauty and tradition.

No Roman-influenced conquest by
a people bedeviled by war and
violent competition with other
European nations can change
the essence of a place, unless
one yields to untruth.

I do not and call the land
where John Smith landed:

Wingandacoa.

Wilson Lake

12 Tuesday Jun 2018

Posted by Bill Watkins in California History, History, Native, Native America, Native American, Nature, Poem, Poems, Poetic Blog, Poetry

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California, History, Joy, Love, Native, Native America, Native American, Native Americans, Nature, Peace, Rain, San Marino

San Marino used to have a lake.

(The San Marino in Southern
California, not the tiny country
in Europe.)

San Marino used to have a lake
until the settlers came, made
a claim, had ideas and acted
before asking what the land could
actually take.

Soon a guy named Wilson “bought”
God’s land, called it his, used all
that water to farm aggressively—
crops not always indigenous or
natural, or free.

“The lake had dried up into a swampy
morass due to excessive water usage
by local settlers”

an article reads.  So, then,

They brought the dirt down and filled
in the lake.

I have no judgments to make,
nothing biting or sharp, just
the observation that mistakes
mostly happen at high pace,
on the way to claim a lake—

or even on the way to the bank.

When we fail to ask before
we take—

The mass of swirl that is “Karmic
Gate,” opens up to teach us,

sometimes a hard lesson that will
be remembered and never again
re-made.

Every choice has a consequence,
every single one—

so maybe it’s not the first thought
that should win, but a third
thought fought for, prayed
for, asked for and won.

Concrete River

11 Monday Jun 2018

Posted by Bill Watkins in Los Angeles, Native, Native America, Native American, Nature, Poem, Poems, Poetic Blog, Poetry

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God, Joy, Life, Los Angeles, Love, Nature, Peace, Poetry

We fail to see what the Indian saw;
goalposts moved, the feeling is raw.

God gave all peoples land, but fate
brought white Euros away from theirs,

Hope was in the “New World,” except
that for its old inhabitants, a grave

challenge emerged from the golden
ships on the Eastern horizon, the

Atlantic bringing bibles, armor, guns,
horses and a love for gold not seen

by the decorated native soldier, the
adorned native explorer—who roamed

a wild land with ease, the world a
welcome mat to sleep upon, gather

and hunt.  A river was sacred, a waterfall
the same; trees, even rocks worshipped

as gifts from the Great Spirit.  Instead
of human art, a reveling of God’s art

was the native way; instead of a written
history or spirituality, there was one

passed down with poignant, well-placed
words and teachings, songs and music,

Ones about the “L.A. River” before it
was called that I’m sure existed.

It would be full and running wild at
times, dry and trickling at others,

through trees, brush and local wildlife—
including bands of Indian tribes,
grateful for the flow.

Civilization is a double-edged mess.
I think I like it.  I hate it.  I’m sad
about it, but sure like the plumbing!

***

What of the river?

Concreted over now, we took away
its beauty.

A crime by any view, there is no
possible way to support killing
it and doing God’s will, we stopped

the wild flow, the thrill.

We placed our destructive flag on
its top, moved wildlife off their spot,

Came with horses, buggies, then
cars and our own urinated rain,

the plumbing’s good, but we are
not—

God’s Earth is full of things still
pristine, and those like the L.A.
River—

That dies every day civilization soars,
roars and choppers rot.

I dream of a day when time
forgot.

Looking for Native America

22 Tuesday May 2018

Posted by Bill Watkins in Native, Native America, Native American, Poem, Poems, Poetry

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It’s a long journey from Wales
to here;

400-plus years of wandering
makes one wonder what they feared.

We left our fathers’ graves behind,
Welshmen and women ground into
the winter soil, Celtic calls for
adventure, armored up and ready
to go, sir!

Captain John Smith is noble enough,
we can handle this sea, this new
land, the savage race—look at us!!!

We’ll make the Crown proud, become
stars, make names for ourselves,
but only if this colony comes off okay.

We’re British and militaristic; we see
these brown-skinned people, compare
and contrast, seek advantages, a way
to squat and succeed.

“Success is a peace of mind, knowing
you did the best you could to be the
best you were capable of becoming.”

Best Christians, John?

Best warriors?

Best Explorers?  Businessmen?  Reps
of the Crown?

People.  The best People we could be
requires more looking back than forward
if the looking causes you to cringe with
regret and shame.

Go back, see the poverty of the native
tribe, the reservations in shackles
of bison’s spoiled hide.

Hunted and sold, looking for gold—

Not realizing the real value was in
the wisdom of the land, expressed through
its proud care-takers.

There are many differences from nation
to nation today, and as much or more
between the native nations then and
now as the Great Spirit

hides under Western medicine, civilization
and money.

Stop taking it.  Fight for your land, still,
Native America, seek out the documents,
the treaties, the promises made, take
them to court, and win.

Hire attorneys and win.  Reclaim and rise,
never give up the spirit to try, we are
a part of the land, it is God’s

and is our pride.

They break the rocks for concrete, burn
the blood for rocket fuel, we pray for
the lost Europeans, that they find
their way back home.

Retribution Now!!

07 Friday Apr 2017

Posted by Bill Watkins in Blogs, Native America, Slavery

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It’s Time to Pay ALL Our Debts

-by Bill Watkins 4/7/2017

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We owe almost twenty trillion dollars, worldwide.

Worse than that: we owe for our sins.  Wrongs committed in the past.

Wrongs don’t amend themselves by ignoring them.  They don’t suddenly become right with the passing of time.  In fact, they often get worse.

Are the Cherokee people still crying for being kicked off their land?

Does the inner-city black population remember the chains and murder of slavery days?

The days of illegal removal, treaty breaking, slave trading may literally be over, but none of them will ever be forgotten.

Especially when there has been no overt amends made by the United States Government.

Its constitution was ratified on Native American blood.

Its White House was constructed by the whip of slave owners, black people kept like lower animals by a conquering, oppressive ruling class.

The symbol of that oppression occupying the White House today.

The Republican concept of “American Exceptionalism” is laughable in many ways:

1. There is a denial of real American first people. Their rights and land stripped by white invaders who call themselves “American.”

2. We are a slave nation.  Because we outlawed slavery in 1863, does not mean we have fully made amends for our participation in that sin.

3. The Second Amendment is a sad perversion of the Sixth Commandment.  A sad Justification for Murder.

4. We are hypocrites to Host and Claim Membership at the United Nations, which is for Peace-loving nations.

5. We are a war nation, a conquering one, set on overt and covert military domination of the world, especially since the covert CIA was ratified in 1947, two years after the UN was formed for World Peace.

6. CIA killed John F. Kennedy.  Covered it up, and has been in control of the U.S. Government ever since.

And now suspicions swirl around a so-called president, who clearly benefited from a Russian spy operation to help him get elected in 2016.

We are not exceptional, but could be.

You have to go back, make amends for our sins.  Then the present clears, the future can be bright.

Restore Native American rights and land. Obey treaties and contracts made.  Resist the temptation for greed and other evils leading to short term gains, long term pains.

Pay off that near-twenty trillion dollar debt, one year at a time until it is gone.

When free of that yoke, turn to black people, and let us offer a restitution grant to allow an African-descendant to return to his or her land.

To decide with full will, if the United States is where they want to be.

Concepts for a Native American Revival

03 Monday Apr 2017

Posted by Bill Watkins in Blogs, Native America, Native American

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Developing a Native American
Political Party “Platform”

—by Bill “Naked Horse” Watkins 4/3/2017

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Written the truth fails.

Truth is under words, in trees, under God.

Only by asking God to bless paper and words,
may these words help other souls.

***

God,

Present yourself and bless these words,
this computer, ink and paper—

may they transmit your truth and will.

We are a hopeless clan of mortal souls,
unable until blessed to achieve
greatness and good.

I ask for a blessing, so that these words may
matter, have meaning and help others.

Amen.

***

The truth is now in the words, the paper or screen in front of you with power to help and inspire.

The Native Political Party

Before the white man came, there was a direct relationship between the land and its people, a Great Spirit connecting all with life.

There was no separation.

It was not religion.  Not organized or words on paper.  Great truth and tradition was passed down through the generations, the ancestors lived forever in the spirit, and an eternal cycle between the ground, the sky and people prevailed.

Various white men and women came from across the sea.

Some were very religious, had a great book, and had come to worship freely from it—out of the sharp criticism and oppressive persecution emanating from kings and queens, ruling hard over their original land.

We welcomed these religious people, helped them adapt to living in the land that became “America,” shared in feasts with them.

It was a honeymoon, a merging of culture, and it was good, blessed both by the Great Spirit and the God of the pilgrims’ great book.

***

Another type of white man came, men in armor, carrying weapons of war, building forts.  Warriors.  Adventurers.

These men were closed and scared, but even they opened to our trade, and were grateful for our help when suffering from our harsh winters.

We fought against their fears and against them.  Weapons were brandished.  People lost their lives in the fear of competition.

It was this group, and their kind who came after them, who mounted war against the original American people—until those people were killed, displaced and moved off the land God had given them.

The great chiefs struggled with the white advance, wondered why a people would leave the land of their fathers, come across an ocean to steal another people’s land.

Often, the white men in armor claimed to believe in the great pilgrim book, but we constantly noticed a difference between their words, stated beliefs, and actions.

An evil wind can affect any person, people, clan or tribe.  Dishonesty, fear, disillusion, and confusion can infect anyone.

We pray for the armored white conqueror and their descendants, that they find peace within themselves.  That they remember their fathers and mothers, originally buried not on our land—but across the sea, in Europe.

The white man and his descendants are welcome here, especially the pilgrims who follow the great book, and who seek fulfillment in living a good life, free to worship in their own way, free to be the people God wants them to be.

The violent conqueror, on the other hand, is an enemy—not to us, but to God.

We only have prayer for those violent people, who suffer from a severe disease called “more,” and who are rarely satisfied.

If there is anything else besides prayer, the action to stand up to the evil in the “conquering” instinct would be written in the pages of Mahatma Gandhi’s book, the one read and utilized by the great justice chief, Martin Luther King Jr.

There is a path back to our inheritance.  But that path is back through the Devil’s own lair.  Greed, gluttony, sloth and pride adorn the gate back to our homes.

Guarding that door are the canons of Andrew Jackson.  The fear of General Custer.  The doctrine of Monroe, the vanity of Jefferson, and greed of the 49er.

They are still there.  They guard the apparent “right to be wrong.”  The “right” to leave the land of one’s father, to steal another’s land.

***

And for that gate and those guarding it we pray our highest prayers, wish our best thoughts, so that Hope may come to them.

And when hope and thoughts of home come to them, the Great Spirit of this country will fill their hearts.

They will remember their own Celtic cross, the peace of a far off tribe at one with the land of their ancestors.

The World Spirit will remember itself, happy to be remembered.

The Past wakes and becomes a wonderful part of our new and improving Present.

The gate will open, and the people will be once again a part of life’s eternal cycle.

***

Opening the Gate:

We must work within the white man law, to appeal to its courts for recognition, marks for our peoples’ graves, plaques and historical mapping.

We were and are here.

And we will be heard.  We will fight for our lives, which in concrete and metal is incomplete.  If we must “buy” our own land back, we will save money and buy it.

As for a Party Platform:

1. Paying Our Debts

The first priority of a responsible government is to be clear of all debts.

a. Financial

If we owe 20 trillion dollars, then set up an immediate plan to pay 20 trillion dollars back to our creditors.

b. Moral

If a contract or treaty was made by the U.S. Government, it needs to be upheld.

Any breaking of a treaty or contract by the U.S. Government must be looked at, studied, and if appropriate—amended.

Truth is paramount.  If war or Monroe Doctrine, “Manifest Destiny,” or an insatiable desire for gold and land was at play:

Let us admit the truth.  Yes, we broke a contract for gold, for land.

“We did not trust the native people.  We were afraid to live next to native people.”

We muscled native people out, so that we could set up our modern society, with walls, concrete, metal, sirens and air machines.

Prayer plays into this.  Prayers from the conquered.

***

Can we think of native people more?  How would that benefit white man’s civilization?

I hereby challenge the native people to take our wisdom, our love for the land, and become missionaries into the white man’s world—as they did to us with their great book.

We must take our views to them, before they destroy our environment.

***

Black people were brought here against their will in chains, were beaten, and forced to work as slaves for hundreds of years before finally given a level of freedom in Lincoln’s Civil War.

In paying our financial and moral debts, African-descended people must be considered, a stipend or grant for travel back to lands their descendants left unwillingly.

A stipend of $20,000 for travel for each black person would cover some of the punitive damages, while prayer and recognition for lives lost should continue to be invoked with holidays, days or months of reflection.

***

2. Build Infrastructure

The old days of native isolation and innocence did not require roads.  But native people understand the need to support the mix of society in the United States.

If we are to have roads and bridges, they should be beautiful and functional.

After debt is paid, attention should be paid to building.

***However.  When there is a doubt, to leave nature naked is to give the Great Spirit a direct gift.  The freedom of beasts, people, and vegetation to grow and cycle as God intended is the ultimate blessing.

Not just to God, but to ourselves.

As much as possible, leave God and nature alone.

Take what we need, but no more.

Give thanks to God, and leave resources behind for the next generations.

3. National Security

My father expressed concern recently about a poorly supported military becoming a paper tiger, a soft target, and a poor deterrent to attack from within or abroad.

Lethal weapons are an abomination.

Lethal force is abhorred by God.

Martial artists know the value of 100 percent commitment to physical fitness, sharp eyesight and care—attention to every detail of a ready force for self-defense.

The martial artist knows the pressure points.  Knows how to kill.  Knows the darkest parts of life.

But in knowing the dark, stays in the light.  Weapons and lethal force are never used or paraded around.  The Tao Te Ching:

Weapons are the tools of violence;
all decent men detest them.

Weapons are the tools of fear;
a decent man will avoid them
except in the direst necessity
and, if compelled, will use them
only with the utmost restraint.
Peace is his highest value.
If the peace has been shattered,
how can he be content?
His enemies are not demons,
but human beings like himself.
He doesn’t wish them personal harm.
Nor does he rejoice in victory.
How could he rejoice in victory
and delight in the slaughter of men?

He enters a battle gravely,
with sorrow and with great compassion,
as if he were attending a funeral.

***

The Chinese is our brother.  Our sister.  The earth our mother.

Great Spirit wants us to be at peace, to live in harmony with nature, to use restraint.

“Thou shalt not kill” from YHWH’s law is stepped on too carelessly by the United States Bill of Rights’ 2nd Amendment.

Self-defense is fine.  But killing is wrong.

An attacker’s heart does not have to STOP BEATING for them to no longer be a threat.

Lethal weapons are for the fearful and weak.  God bless them to be strong and learn to “turn the other cheek,” as the great Nazarene rabbi once said.

The Indian Law of Karma applies as well.  Killing breeds killing, violence violence.

Forgiveness?  Forgiveness yields love, peace and more forgiveness.

And without honesty and honor, the Great Spirit departs our communities, and we are alone with the Devil.

CIA, secrets, covert operations are an abomination, and should end.

United Nations is good.  Native American nations should be admitted as full members.  Only peace-loving nations should be members, and therefore the United Nations should immediately leave the United States.

The United States is not a peace-loving nation.

Its CIA, its covert operations, its murder of JFK, RFK, MLK and John Lennon and locked up “classified” documents is the great evil keeping the United States from following the UN charter of 1945.

Truth must be told.

All killing must cease.

No man or woman is greater or less than another man or woman, under God.

Murder and killing is the ultimate judgment of another human being.

It must stop.

Know the dark, keep the light, may we be ready for attack, but if attacked restrain our actions to restore peace as soon as is possible.

If anyone is hurt in combat, we are to mourn all those lost, the attacker too.

We shall pray most for the attacker, for those sad souls who crashed the planes into the World Trade Towers in 2001—not just their victims.

Imagine the sad, confused life that ended in such a horrible suicide.

May we develop a foreign aid posture, that helps as many people as possible feel good about Life, so that suicide or murder becomes abhorrent to them, not a viable “way out” or option.

We believe that murder and crime has nothing to do with real religion, and that religions should not be grouped together or blamed when crimes happen.

“Terrorism” is a word that divides evil.

Dividing is the way of the devil.

Crime is crime.  Evil is evil.

We are wise to simplify names for this, to deal with each case differently, and to NOT use words that tend to cause prejudice.

***

Health and religion should stay separate from government affairs, as every single human being have different paths and definitions for those terms.

Government should help with roads, infrastructure, pay off debts, and gather for clever, strong, well-prepared non-lethal national defense.

To know the worst, do the best, is the way of the peaceful warrior.

That tiger is not made of paper, but of God’s truth, power, wisdom and might.

***

Great Spirit,

Thank you for the words.  We know
they are blessed because we asked you
to bless them.

Amen.

—Submitted in Hope,

Bill “Naked Horse” Watkins
Former Welsh Conqueror
On Behalf of Native American People
Native American Party
April 3, 2017

Dear Native America:

28 Tuesday Mar 2017

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I am sorry for my people.

We heeded the Devil, and made “conquering” a part of our goals, which is a bad instinct.

We are punished daily, for our crimes of stealing land that does not belong to us.

Kanekuk, the Kikapoo prophet said wisely that neither does the land belong to native peoples.

It belongs to the Great Spirit, to God Him or Herself.

***

However, that land was given by God to the Native peoples.

And it was not right for my people from Europe, to take it by force.

***

I am leaving.

Bound back for Europe to my homeland in England.

My people left the land of my forefathers over 400 years ago, came here, and usurped land not belonging to us.

And now the land suffers beyond most people’s understanding, in the form of horrible noise pollution, trash, crime, metals and cement blocking our walk with God in nature.

***

Please pray for me, and thank you for having me in your land for so long.

Rise up, using legal language and means, and reclaim your birthright, so that I might visit again years from now to see a thriving land, us the people serving and in harmony with it.

***

I hope my removal serves God, you and this land which will surely know that a strong Welshman from across the ocean came here 400+ years ago, stayed too long, but finally realized his mistake and is making amends.

God forgive us our sins, and God reward Native American peoples for teaching us so much, the lesson I will take home the most important:

We are a part of God’s land, the one given to us.

Highest Peace, Thanks, and Apologies with Highest Hope for your Revival of the Land upon My Departure!

—Love and Great Spirit, my Heart to this Land and to you, its Caretakers!

Bill “Naked Horse” Watkins

Disease of More

18 Sunday Dec 2016

Posted by Bill Watkins in CIA, Mob, Native America, Poetry

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Oswald’s 6th and CIA Omerta
seem lesser concepts when compared
to native plight, the
White man coming, conquering
and killing in the night.

The mob our government has locked
inside, from Ivy League schools
or wherever nice but lonely
rich kids can be recruited to be
in a family of brotherhood and togetherness.

To gather around crime is tempting
and even easy.

We group together, then justify wrong
acts because our brothers are doing them too.

The mob speaks of omerta, taking
secrets to the grave, and the CIA
is of the same mold.

God bless us all to proud truth of
who and what we are;

No matter how sick, perverse or wrong—

There is always a way out and back
to love and goodness.

The gospels are there for us when
we ask, we receive.

Or the Tao Te Ching.

Or the native river, writings of thanks
written on the wind, the leaves
changing so why not us?

Give them their land back, and let’s go
back to ours.

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