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Because you feel the sincere Love of the sincerely loving mothers. THAT is your home. With fathers that love and respect sincerely loving mothers. We're almost there 🌟
Our government has declared war on SINCERELY LOVING KIND-HEARTED BEINGS. Especially SINCERELY LOVING mothers. They've murdered most of us already. They're after our children. Show no mercy. Like they've done to us.
My wife recently passed away. She was a member of the Ojibwa Nation from Red Lake Reservation, Her coffin was carried in to this I feel will never be able to listen to this without shedding a tear for her.
Seriously, this music makes my being ache, goose bumps all over. These ladies make my heart ache for a different time. Genetic memory, inherited memory, reincarnation...I don't know, but I love them.
The divine feminine has been abused, ignored and murdered long enough. We're returning to the natural balance of masculine and feminine. We're almost there 💖 Be strong and tune in to your sincerely loving heart. That's where the future is. See you there 🌟💖🌟
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@@juanrisa945 I'm 30% native according to a DNA test. Is that enough? According to other "natives", it's not. We're exiting the monetary system. It's controlled by those who value 💰 more than Life. I can't be bought or sold. I'm a sincerely loving mother. ONE HUNDRED PERCENT. 💯👈😑👍
i salute all american native,excuse my english, i am french and live in france,my granpa fought in american army during ww2 he was lakota, i never knew him he married my granma and die in 1946 in france by disease ,he was separated of his mother when he was child in a orphan housse for teaching engilsh,he said it was terrible sad days, his mother is dead sadly of these consequences, his father was drunkun and so after the war he stays in france because my granma was pregnant,his name was terry hawk,my little sister looks like him,a real native women...when i hear american native singing i think to terry, god bless him, god bless you all.
From the barrios and pueblos to my brothers and sisters in the northern plains, the first Nations and our cousins to the east and west HAPPY INDIGENOUS PEOPLES DAY!!!! ✊🏼✊🏽✊🏾✊🏿
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This song reminds me of my grandmothers who taught me to be proud of being Abenaki/Mohawk and a woman who has taught her daughters to be proud as well! And now teaching my granddaughters to be proud of their heritage!
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This song is so powerful my daughter is always replying it millions of times every time we listen to it. It really shows the strength and confidence in women!
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I’m Japanese. Sorry for my poor English. I love this song! This is a memorial song for me because when I was a high school student I sung this song in chorus club. Now I’ve found it so I’m so exciting! It’s too late now but thank you for uploading. I think we must continue to cherish the tradition like this.
Thank you so much for posting this. I'm an older white woman, that's led an unusual life so far. This brought shivers and almost made me cry. I believe I was of the people in another life, and has remained strong with me today. One of my biggest sadnesses is that I was never permitted in ceremonies. I needed answers, never got them. It was important to me. I have a saying. The Great Spirit played a joke on me and put me in the wrong body. 🪶 Much love and respect.
I love them, they are amazing...when I hear them, my heart feels like it's home. I got to see/hear them in Minneapolis when I lived there, and my jaw was on the floor the entire time!
So extraordinarily beautiful, touching heart, spirit and body. I played the cd often in the car when I looked after my mokopuna (grandchildren) and they sung along as loud and strong as their little voices would go. Today, many years later, they began talking about this, then playing the songs again on you tube and singing along. Ulali is a part of their growing up and they say them remember each song vividly. Thank you Ulali
Women are the absolute human lifeblood of this planet; they carry life and give birth. I love and respect the respectful woman of this world 🙏 Continue in your strengths, oh wonderful women of this world!
Te Ataahua hoki Wahine Ma :D Korokorotui , Such Beauty Beautiful Women , Such purity in your sweet voices. Nga mihi maioha na Aotearoa Sending Blessings Love & peace from 1 Native to another from New Zealand Mauri'Ora :D
Muchas gracias por compartir esta preciosa interpretación, maravillosas las voces... A partir de hoy la cantaré en mis sesiones de terapia.... Y dedicada a todas las mujeres del planeta Tierra cuyo honor, corage y sabiduría se expande cada día por todas partes... Afortunadamente. Aho!!!!!!!
I just love this singing and always takes me to an inner peace and blessedness makes me feel a part of something truly beautiful meaningful and powerful, thank you love grace and peace always
This music gives me goosebumps. The fact that their culture was taken away and they were killed sickens me, I’m glad to see that some people are accepting their culture and going back to it. It’s an amazing culture 💕
I wrote a complete novel to this song. It turned into two books about a Canadian bushman who is given an artificial intelligence program that turns into an android of immense beauty and love. She eventually rules the world from her marriage home in Chalk River. There is a stark contrast between her husband and herself, since he is a native trained woodsman with little use for technology and she is the result of technology gone wild. It was written in various places as I was on the road as a long haul trucker at the time. This is haunting music that speaks deep into my woodsman self, and was well worth the homage paid to it from my novels. The androids name is Phantasia, and she is a loving nightmare to all but her husband and his family and friends. I remain indebted to Ulali for their music.
Ladies , you speak to me ! In a way I would never imagine could be possible . I've learned a few lessons from Indegenous People lately , and women are in balance with men ... Equality ! I love you Native Peoples for what you teach ...me ! I've been learning a lot ! Tanka Waste ! I sign with " Turtle Island" .. This should be the name of the country !
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Native American Indian Women, deserve all due respect. Unfortunately Due to the 1st AMENdment when Indian men became the head of their households, She along with Mother Earth has been Raped every since.
I've been listening to this for almost 20 years now. It's on my shortlist of things that make me glad to be human (as well as disturbed by the cruel capacity of humans).
Its beyond my abilities, However Our Supreme Creator Promises...No More Tears. Wish we could work on this within our Kinship. I wear a tear drop for my first Born, shhh i still cry every day. Someday we'll all have a Kick@$$ Reunion and Belly Laughs Will ECHO🙏
Habu, the cat, heard something . . . She perked right up and was really listening to with alert attention and interest - and wide open eyes - the words more than the drums. Of course I loved it. But the cat often ignores music. (She was a runaway about 14 years ago who found a home with us.)
Hommage aux femmes amérindiennes sans qui toutes ces nations et cultures tellement différentes n'auraient jamais perduré. Et surtout, inextinguible cri de colère de ma part contre un génocide jamais reconnu : acharnement (entendez bien : "chair et sang") pendant 5 siècles durant, du nord au sud de ce continent américain ! Alors que l'esclavage des Noirs était officiellement aboli en 1848, les massacres perpétrés contre les populations amérindiennes n'ont cessé qu'à l'aube du XXème s (ceci sans parler du trop tristement célèbre KKK et de la ségrégation qui persiste pourtant un siècle plus tard, au XXI...) A notre amitié jamais oubliée, Lenny Yellow Face (j'ai toujours gardé ton cadeau, comme un porte-bonheur...) Rise up, Great Nations ! (Message délivré de la part de Hehaka Sapa)
Ceux qui ont exterminé les populations amérindiennes commence à payer leurs exactions. Les dieux des Indiens - les FTPL - communiquent toujours de nuages en nuages. Merci pour ce poste. Cdt, John
Et de fumées enfumées, et des maladies qu'on leur a refilé gratuitement sans leur demander leur avis, et de l'alcoolisme dont on les affuble outrageusement alors qu'il a fait autrefois les beaux jours de ces riches contemporains qui briguent aujourd'hui la Maison Blanche, on leur balance 3,5 milliards de dollars pour leur fermer la gueule. Et surtout, niet le génocide ! Cadeau signé Barack Obama ! Et, dans le même temps, le plus vieux prisonnier politique du monde, depuis Nelson Mandela, croupit toujours, voilà maintenant 38 ans, dans les geôles américaines, après un procès évidemment truqué. Petit rappel historique : en 1975 se rassemblent des centaines de militants de l'AIM (American Indian Movement) pour une commémoration de l'un des massacres commis par l'armée américaine sur le site de Wounded Knee. (Oh ! Il y en a eu bien d'autres après !) Manifestation bien évidemment interdite par les autorités en charge, des centaines de policiers renforcés de troupes du FBI assiègent le lieu. Faudrait-il rappeler que, à l'époque, tout ce qui est rouge dérange fortement les américains ? A ceux de l'URSS, puis ceux du Viêt-Nam, viennent se rajouter ceux de l'intérieur, et ce d'autant plus que le mot "aim" résonne comme un gage de réussite dans ce doux rêve américain, hormis tous les exclus et parias de ce système ségrégationniste. Bref, après quelques échanges de tirs et plusieurs jours sans manger ni boire (ils n'avaient certainement pas dû anticiper l'ampleur du désastre à venir !), les "insurgés" déposent les armes. Et, oh ! Miracle des Miracles (God bless America !), voici que, parmi tous les menottés de rigueur, l'on déniche le coupable idéal : ses empreintes digitales correspondent exactement avec celles retrouvées sur le lieu du meurtre de deux agents du FBI survenu quelques mois auparavant et dont la piste se refroidissait. Alors que tout Lakota digne de ce nom laisse toujours sa porte ouverte à qui veut entrer, il n'en faut pas moins à la justice américaine pour jeter sa sentence : Leonard Peltier, l'un des leaders de l'AIM (comme par hasard !) est reconnu coupable du double meurtre et condamné à deux peine de réclusion à perpétuité. Affaire bâclée mais bouclée ! Depuis lors, et ce malgré l'intervention de nombreux acteurs, chanteurs ou personnages influents de ce monde, toutes ses demandes de révision de procès ont été rejetées, y compris la grâce du président aux affaires : Obama. Alors, celui-la, je dois bien dire qu'il me la casse, la baraque !!! Sous son mandat, on n'aura jamais vu autant d'émeutes et de villes en flammes pour des motifs de ségrégation raciale qu'auparavant ! (Tiens ! Ça m'en rappelle un autre, bien plus proche géographiquement parlant !) Alors, loin de moi l'idée ou l'intention de tout prosélytisme sous quelque forme qu'elle soit (je ne suis pas un coco !), mais c'est le seul journal qui en parle, bien que sa une commence à dater : www.humanite.fr/sauvons-leonard-peltier-prisonnier-politique-amerindien-546570 Cordialement, Djimt.
A 8 ans, l'Amérique me faisait rêver. Lorsque nous jouions aux Cow-boys et aux indiens, j'étais instinctivement l'indien. Je ne connaissais pas la mentalité, le besoin impérieux qui animait le cœur d'un Yankee. Ils n'ont guère changé depuis. Je ne pousse personne à regarder toutes mes vidéos. mes idées sur l'Amérique y sont inscrites. Loin de jeter mon avion sur la tour appartenant à de ses chiens qui baisent la planète avec leurs gueules glamour, bien loin de faire le moindre mal à ces malfaisants armés jusqu'aux dents, je cherche encore à comprendre pourquoi j'aime encore un Américain sur 10.000... Mon enfance. Mon enfance noyé de ce rêve en est certainement la cause. L'Amérique est la plus éclatante et la plus dangereuse des nations. Guidé par mon instinct, je souhaite bonne chance à ce pays en proie des FTPL. Ces créatures se chargent de venger le sang Indien qui donnait sa couleur aux terres des Etats-Unis. Tous les Américains ne sont pas des salauds. Idem pour les Français et les hommes de la planète... Cordialement, John
CASSIA John Tout aussi étrange que cela puisse paraître (mais je commence à te connaître suffisamment pour savoir que tu n'en sera pas surpris !), c'est justement pour mon huitième anniversaire qu'une vieille dame du quartier, que je considérais comme une troisième Grand-Mère, m'a offert un livre sur les Amérindiens. Depuis ce jour est naît une passion jamais éteinte... Bonne fin de WE et excellente semaine à venir. Djimt
Magnifiques photos de Edward S. Curtis et l'un de mes groupes préférés . Je adore leur musique et ai été honoré de les avoir rencontrés . Ils sont charmants , genre et ont un grand sens de l'humour . Lors d'un concert où certaines personnes se sont levés et sont partis, ils ont parlé plus tard pour me & déclaré qu'ils pensaient peut-être les gens avaient peur qu'ils apportaient les tomahawks . Merci pour ce partage !
As far as I know, In this situation taking a fight spear and crack the spear means :Let us not fight, So ivould crack the pear anbd say "II love beautiful music
Jean-pierre chose perversion and Artifcial intelligence over me. I was Buffalo womsn and he was my husban. I am single....but a new mate is here for me. I am very grateful. This mate truly loves me. It's why they can't kill me. He won't listen let them. I love you my true love.
Simbran el alma sus cantos, maravilloso, por favor traduzcan al español, para poder comprender lo mas exacto posible su canto, Gracias, Namaste, In lac tech* Gracias*
This is incredible singing. Is there a written interpretation of what the words mean? I'm curious where this was recorded. Do you know the location and time? Thanks.
Jamas entenderé como un humano puede hacer tanto mal a otro, deseo que la Pachamama castigue a EEUU por todo el dolor infligido a los pueblos nativo americanos, a sus bufalos, sus lobos, sus caballos, sus arboles, sus Tierras. Os llevo en el corazón a cada indio, a vosotros los verdadero dueños de EEUU.Un abrazo amigo/as.
