Why few Native Americans will bug you about coming over to “their side”
Ever wonder why groups of people dressed in Creek/Seminole long shirts or ribbon dresses don’t show up at your door with pamphlets telling you that the only true way to happiness is through walking the Creek Spiritual Path? If you develop a personal relationship with the Master of Life and open yourself to guidance by the Grandfather and Grandmother Spirits, you will spend eternity with the Master of Life and your loved ones.
Most Muskogeans are extremely spiritual and righteous people . . . far more so than the typical person in the United States today. Yet we don’t claim to be the anointed priests of the One True Religion. How can one be spiritual unless everybody else is considered to be wrong?
The newest phase in the destruction of the United States is the movement to manipulate the thralls into being a part of one true political party and one true religion. I always get advanced warning of the latest tactics of the Horned Serpent (aka Satan) just before Christmas and my birthday.
My birthday is coming up soon, so this past month, I was bombarded with unsolicited drivel, which equated the teachings of Jesus to fascism . . . plus the need for the American people to have only one political party, united behind one leader, anointed by God.
Hitler said the same thing, when running for President of the German Republic. As soon as he became President and Chancellor, democracy in Germany ceased to exist.
As usual, such nuisance periods in the past 20 years of my life always coincided with mysterious drops in income, combined with social isolation. Most times, the artificial deprivation periods climaxed with me literally being told that I would have lots of money, lots of friends and a beautiful wife, if I came over to their side. Money is always listed first. Love, personal honor and true friendship are never mentioned. These pseudo-religious people equate spouses, whether they be husbands or wives, as being status symbols like sports cars and Rolex watches.
For those of true friends out there, who helped me bail out of a temporary short fall this month . . .Thank you very much. I do appreciate you. May you and your family be blessed by your kindness.
To those out there, involved in this scheme to make politics a religion . . . go to Hell. However, I really don’t have to say it, because that is where you are currently headed anyway . . . no matter how many times you say “holy words.”
A lesson learned, while waiting in line at the Dollar General
Last year a friend of mine gave me an absolutely cool tee shirt. It has this symbol printed on the front.
A couple behind me in line at the local Dollar General noticed the tee shirt and asked me if it was a Cherokee symbol. They said that they were part Cherokee. They did not have any physical traits of Native Americans, but who knows?
Anyway, I told them that it was a motif from Moundville, Alabama so it was probably either an Alabama or Chickasaw religious symbol. They did understand what an Alabama Indian was.
That triggered their next question. They said that they wanted to attend a Native American Christian church, but couldn’t find one. “No Native Americans ever “witnessed” their religion to us. Do y’all believe in God?“
I told them that I couldn’t speak for other Native Americans, but I had a personal relationship with the Master of Life and prior to the year 2000, I was always a leader in whatever Christian church, I was a member of (several different denonations.)
They then asked me, what church I attended now. I told them, “God’s Creation. A few times a year I will drive into Midtown Atlanta and attend Peachtree Christian. I was deacon there, when I was in my twenties. Although it’s a big church, the people there still very friendly to me. That’s certainly not the case up here.”
The woman looked wild-eyed and said, “Uh-h-h, aren’t there a lot blacks there?”
I responded, “No . . . most of the people at Peachtree Christian are purple. You know, during the past ten years, I have visited dozens of churches in the lily white areas of the North Georgia and North Carolina Mountains. Most would have nothing to do with me because I didn’t have bleached blond wife and 2 ½ kids beside me. The rest, within 30 seconds of saying hello, would start bitching about Obamacare, Killary and the Marxist Libruls taking over our country.”
Now the couple was thoroughly kornfuzed and it was my turn to pay for six cans of Progresso Soup.
Lesson learned at Cherry Log Christian Church
About 20 years ago Peachtree Christian established a satellite church in a beautiful mountain valley between Ellijay and Blue Ridge, GA. The last time that I was in any sort of dating relationship, was while I was living in Jasper, GA, which was about a 20 minute drive south of this church.
My girl friend, who was a college professor, wanted us to go to church together, but not anywhere in Pickens County, where both of us lived. What I didn’t know was that although she told me she was divorced, she was not even legally separated. I also didn’t know that she was strung out on illegal hard drugs. The pills made her very extroverted, “sexy” and “perky” . . . thus, likable to most strangers.
So, I suggested that we attend Cherry Log Christian. The church had a nationally famous minister, Dr. Fred Craddock, a very active program for families and children, plus everybody was very friendly to us. They all assumed that we were living together as a couple and soon would be getting married. We were invited by couples to go eat after church and to private parties.
When I discovered that she was not “legal” and also popping pills, the relationship ended instantly. However, I continued to attend Cherry Log Christian. After the first time, I attended church without her, the same people who had been friendly to us, avoided me like the plague. I would come up to speak with them. They would half-say a hello then turn away. I guess, the men assumed that I was going to steal their women and the women assumed that I would persuade their husbands to go wild.
Now, you don’t see that sort of weird behavior at Creek tribal gatherings. The feeling when we Creeks and Uchees get together is like a family reunion. Everybody, regardless of age, marital status and skin shade are treated as family. It is the Spiritual Path of the Creeks.
The lesson learned was that most of the churches today in the United States are just social institutions, where “respectable” folks in the community go to meet their peers. The outside activities of the church may do some good in the community, but they function like the service activities of civic clubs. There is no spiritual substance to their regular attendance at church services . . . just a psychological form of the “happy” pills that my ex-girlfriend was popping.
A lesson learned at Palachicola in 1737
As POOF discussed in a series of articles in 2015, the Creek Migration Legend . . . presented by High King Chikili to Governor James Edward Oglethorpe in Savannah on June 7, 1735 . . . had an astounding effect on world history. The arrival of proof that the Creek People were a civilization resulted in two brothers just entering the ministry of the Church of England, John and Charles Wesley, being sent to Georgia to be respectively, the missionary and the Indian Agent for the Creek Confederacy.
Failing miserably at their assigned tasks in Georgia, the brothers returned home distraught. They soon experienced religious conversions that caused them to embark on what we Creeks call the Spiritual Path. This ultimately resulted in the formation of the Methodist Church. They began preaching to the poor, the working people and the disfranchised in open air services.
Although always a minority everywhere in Great Britain, except Wales, British Methodists were directly responsible for the banning of slavery in the British Empire and numerous social reforms in England during the 19th and 20th centuries.
The only recorded time, when John Wesley preached a sermon to the Creek Indians was at the town of Palachicola about 35 miles north of Savannah. It was a disaster. Out of respect for James Oglethorpe, the Creeks politely listened to the sermon. Afterward several leaders came up to Wesley and asked him, “Why are you here? We believe the same thing you do, but prefer to worship in the open air, not in a church.” From then on, Wesley described the Creeks as stubborn, ignorant savages and would have nothing to do with them.
In his later years, John Wesley discussed his experience at Palchicola. He said, “I demanded of the Creek Indians that they worship like I worship, so that they would be saved. All along, it was me who needed to be saved.”
And that is the essence of the situation. When people try to force you or manipulate you into being like them . . . aka coming over to their side . . . they are really saying that deep inside they know that they are fakes. Nevertheless, they try to deceive themselves into thinking that if they by recruiting others to be on “their side,” it will somehow make their fraudulent ways, the Truth.
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