Leonard Peltier- November Day of Mourning Statement

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Greetings my relatives friends and supporters
It is yet another year. It seems like a thousand years ago but only a year in time in reality from the last time I dictated one of these statement for the day of mourning so, again, I want to say as last time, that I am honored that you would want to hear my words.

Sometimes when I lay on my bunk and I am between sleeping and awake, for a small moment of time, I am free and I am there with you. I know this sounds kind of melodramatic and I am not trying to be so, but things affect you differently inside of here and things affect you differently as you get older. But I want to say with all my strength, some things don't change, at least not for me. When I think about all we have lost to…

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delusional veil

There is such truth in this that I felt compelled to share it. A grim look at our reality, but an inspiration to create something better. Beautiful words!

∙ tenderheartmusings ∙

what a world of illusion you created
a world of maya
where forgetfulness and confusion is the norm
and people seek comfort in each other
trying protecting their wounds
taking each step with caution
not realizing all of us are beggars
with torn clothes and broken hearts
looking for the same gem

like a child
who is given toys
as a distraction
you filled the world
with forms and colors
shapes and feelings
that people spend their whole lives
to own, tolerate and as a tool to find meaning

one person’s hell
is another’s heaven
stepping on each others whims and desires
most people wander around with chains
tied around their necks and bodies
like slaves pulled in all directions
by society, by their own dreams

yet handful, just a handful
the lucky ones, the chosen ones
find liberation, find freedom
while trapped in this body
in this web of…

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The ocean is broken | Newcastle Herald

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IT was the silence that made this voyage different from all of those before it. Not the absence of sound, exactly.

The wind still whipped the sails and whistled in the rigging. The waves still sloshed against the fibreglass hull.

And there were plenty of other noises: muffled thuds and bumps and scrapes as the boat knocked against pieces of debris.

What was missing was the cries of the seabirds which, on all previous similar voyages, had surrounded the boat.

The birds were missing because the fish were missing.

Exactly 10 years before, when Newcastle yachtsman Ivan Macfadyen had sailed exactly the same course from Melbourne to Osaka, all he’d had to do to catch a fish from the ocean between Brisbane and Japan was throw out a baited line.

“There was not one of the 28 days on that portion of the trip when we didn’t catch a good-sized…

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