Within
The
Enslavement
Dream
our
ideas
of
God
only enslave
Great Energies
Great Realities
exist around us
always
It is not uncommon during these four centuries of extermination to have groupings of innocents skinned, hung upon trees ready to feed the dogs of the conquerors.
A hundred million people vanish from the west, people who do not call themselves Christian.
Chapter Twenty Six — America
It is Sunday morning, June 10, 1900.    “I have told mother,”  Edward insists, as the Brougham takes the three in the carriage to St. Brannoc’s for morning church.  “Archibald is far too along in years to continue his work.  So now she gives away Hæmma.”
“Gives him away!”
“Lady Chanestine has offered him twice that which he gets here. One might say stealing him.  Mother says Seth fits perfectly in Hæmma’s position.  What is she thinking. The boy has barely any experience as a footman.  He is only sixteen.  She wants him to be underbutler!”
Annabell is not sure she wishes to get in the middle of Edward and his mother.  “I am sorry Mother is not riding with us.”
“Said she is going to St. Domna Ebba with Archibald.  I don’t think Archibald has ever been inside the church, I pointed out.  ‘He is getting wiser in his old age,’ her reply.”
After this outburst there is little chatter among the three young people.
That is until Edward, having gotten out of bed somewhat excitably this morning, bursts forth again:
“Emily!”
“Yes, Edward.”
“She married you first.  Can she marry me now!”
It is so unexpected.
Annabell starts to giggle.  So does Emily.
“Yes!”
Edward hadn’t expected such terseness.
“Oh!”
“When were you thinking, Edward?”
“This week!”  Edward replies.
“This week,” shrieks Annabell.  “This week!”
“Can we narrow that down to a specific day,” Emily asks.
“You pick,”
“Emmmm!  Let’s see.  How about the Solstice?”
“That’s not this week!”
“A week on Thursday, I believe.”
“Are you serious?”  Annabell looks at Edward then at Emily,.
“Perfectly serious!”  they say together.
“All right!”
“You agree!”
”Yes!”
The carriage inside is quite for some time, the horses clopping along.
“I suppose we should tell Aunt Constance!”
“I think we must.”
“I suppose we should tell Uncle George!”
“If we don’t Aunt Constance will tell Uncle George.”
“What about your mother!”
“I think we should be firm.”
“Let us have a private ceremony at St. Domna Ebba.  We can have a grander service later.”
“Splendid idea!”
“We should speak to Reverend Stanley this morning? Æhelred should assist.”
Giggles.
“Do you think we should wait until after the service to tell Uncle George and Aunt Constance.  Then they won’t have time to think.”
“Remarkable idea!”
More giggles.
“Now...”
“Yes!”
“We should have a party after the wedding breakfast.”
“You want a party?”
“Yes!  Just a few of us younger ones.”
After the service, the decision disclosed, leaving no doubt as to their firmness, the three hasten to the carriage.
“That party,” Edward says.  “Where are you thinking of having it?”
Annabell laughs.  “Why the moors, where else?”
“The moors!”  Both stare at her.
“Where on the moors, Annie?”
“By the stream, by the ruins.  In church it was all I was thinking about.  I knew there was no other place.  We can set up marquees.”
Emily looks at her.  “Because it is a place of power.  The stones!”
“Yes!  We are saying we are going to make firm our life commitment, the three of us.  The stones are a perfect place. They seemed to call to me in church as if they wanted us to own them. The three of us, and I think those who we invite to the party.”
“Who have you planned to invite, Annie!”
“Tom and Lucy!”
“Yes!”
“Jimmy and Nelly!”
“Yes!”
“Ruby!”
“If we have Ruby, we have to invite Seth!”
“Ruby and Seth.”
“Yes!”
No other names seem to come to them.
. . .
It is Monday afternoon, July 18, 1900.  Miss Hooper and her faithful companion Shapanzi have ventured into the library because both have had their walk and both now have nothing to do.  Going to the library has become their favourite pastime since the dreadful happenings.
Miss Hooper ruefully regrets her outburst with regard to Miss Stanton.  If it hadn’t been for her...  But that has to be placed aside now.  The Master has gone.
No more recriminations, she did all she thought best. No more thinking of it if she can allow.
“We have to go on, Shapanzi,” Miss Hooper touches fondly the noble prince seated on the library table.
“All that has happened.  I am not certain...”
Shapanzi looks up a her.
Miss Hooper becomes more firm.  “We must solve that which begins with our vision in the graveyard.  Ezekiel, Rachel, Caroline Mary, I am convinced are involved in a greater riddle.”
The noble son, whose mother is always carried in the Empress Dowager’s elongated sleeve, gently licks her upon her nose.
“This is something Mr. Sherlock Holmes himself might have difficulty.  Indeed, something far beyond the realms of the shire of Devon, beyond even London.”
Taking out two books from her rather large purse, she holds them up.  “We will proceed with these.”
One book has the title: Democracy An American Novel.
The other is a small penny-blood: Horror on the Western Continents. Miss Hooper has a partiality for penny bloods.
Library exploration has brought forth Mr. Trollope’s: The Way We Live Now, a repeat reading for Miss Hooper, for Mr. Trollope has long been a favourite.
Further study of two great works of Mr. Holmes: A Study in Scarlet and The Sign of the Four.
There has been very special interest in The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes because the United States edition that this library peculiarly has, is found to have excluded the story The Adventure of the Cardboard Box.
Miss Hooper noted immediately that this American book she has found here in the library has earlier adventures of Mr. Holmes that are not included in the volume she has back in London.  But why exclude The Adventure of the Cardboard Box? It is all quite a mystery.
Both Miss Hooper and Shapanzi believe that the United States and the southern continent of America has something to do with the solution to this puzzle.
Such a fortunate occurrence that she has brought with her from Crouch End two American books.
Miss Hooper has a third volume in her purse: Keweland.
Perusing the work before purchase, this work intrigued her for this is a story about America and also here in England, but this a hundred years into the future.
Miss Hooper has already informed Shapanzi as soon as they have finished reading the penny-blood, they will explore: Keweland.
Friday the two read most of the Democracy An American Novel.  An excellent moment for both when Baron Jacobi, speaking to Senator Ratcliffe, two of the greatest of the United States Washington society, states he regrets he:
does not have one hundred more years to live.
The United States will then be more corrupt than Rome under Caligula.
Neither Shapanzi nor herself has any great depth with regard to the Roman Emperor Caligula.
Miss Hooper’s knowledge of the Roman epoch is in all truth restricted to Mr.  Trollope’s work, his biographical volumes on the statesman and writer Cicero.
Shapanzi suggests this might be mitigated if they read: THE LIVES OF THE TWELVE CÆSARS, which book translated by Alexander Thomson, M. D. then corrected and revised by T. Forrester, Esq., A. M. has been found on a shelf of this library and is lying upon the table this very instance.
Saturday they tried to explore the work written by C. Suetonius Tranquillus of the Twelve Cæsars, translated, corrected and revised, but finding passages that dealt with Emperor Caius Cæsar Caligula, let us say, obscure, they decide this excellent study of the Roman times might be perused later.
Miss Hooper does not quite understand the American government.
“This confusion we have Shapanzi with regard to the eminent Senator, Silas P. Ratcliffe.” Miss Hooper speaks slowly.  “It is stated he must forswear his position within the United States Senate if he accepts the Cabinet position offered him by the American President.”
Shapanzi at this moment reposing upon the library table is content.
“You are more familiar with the governing body of China, that is understandable,” Miss Hooper at once acknowledges.
Shapanzi seeming not at all concerned with the vagaries of the American political system, does however turn an eye towards her.
“Yes!  Of course, the encyclopædia.  Britannica will tell us.”
Then Miss Hooper has a flash of brilliance.
“Could it be my young detective,,” she asks curiously, “that Democracy, An American Novel, with the author mysteriously not given, has nothing to do with Senator Silas P. Ratcliffe, but to do with the author’s disparagements of Mr. George Washington?
“We need not search through Britannica, Shapanzi.”   Excitedly Miss Hooper reaches to read a passage from Democracy, An American Novel, where Miss Victoria Dare has her taunting pleasure with Lord Dunbeg:
 
A chill runs completely through Miss Hooper.  “Why do we not engage ourselves with our second book: Horror on the Western Continents,  Shapanzi?”
Both seem to nod at the same moment.
Miss Hooper begins to read aloud the introduction:
Chapter  One
Savagery of the killing of the Western Indians
Who are the settlers that came before the Puritans? The paid hireling Columbus surely was not the first of European blood to step upon these shores.  The Welsh came earlier, building their fortresses, their monument graves of limestone. What of the Vikings? What of Madoc, son of Owain ap Gruffudd, King of Gwynedd? Did he not marry into an American royal house of those who had their kingdom here!
Did the Welsh who came who shared, had families in their mating in their new tribes, join with those we call the native Indians?
Norman aristocracy in taking of England from the Saxon also ventured into Irish realms.  Desmond, Ormond, Kildare, Sliocht Lords became part of the land, intermarrying with Gaelic royalty, the Western clans, the O’Brian, the O’Flaherty lands, the lands of Mayo where St Patrick spent forty days and nights fasting. All said in this modern time to have as overlord the great king who reigns over England.
That the good old Henry, who when Silken Thomas, Earl of Kildare attacked Dublin Castle to capture The Pale and failed in the attempt, was promised mercy by Henry and submitted, alas not to be, all carted from the Tower to Tyborne to be hung and hedded and quartered.
So battles rage through the centuries, the rebels assisted with weapons and money and ships, by varied kingdoms, especially Spain.
When the great famine takes hold, ships stacked with food sailing to Britain upon contract with the English bankers, so that people in the potato rot starve and die in their cottages. Like the German, Swede and Nors who come to America from tyranny, Gaelic families take the last of their savings flee the British tyranny.
It is fortunate that the American Chief Washington had killed so many of the great tribes who held the land.
Treachery abounds of the agreements made, of the treaties signed and ignored.  Wild people are these Indians goes the cry.
Savages no more than animals!  Nothing told of these ‘godless’ who for long aeons past have held their many individual cultures.
One kingdom, aware that the army of these European invaders were running out of supplies, sent food. Shenendoah, the king, was quite concerned that the plenty his nation had harvested with the bountiful summer should be shared and given to those who had come to the land in ships and were in need.
Onondaga, the kingdom that keeps the sanctity of fire, Mohawk, the kingdom of the people of the place of flint, Guyohkohyno, the kingdom of the people of the great swamp, Onondowaga, the kingdom of the people of the great hill, these fought with the British because they had treaties and had signed contracts when the battle raged with those who sought independence.
To the new Americans those who had allied with the British had to be decimated.  In the new American white people’s evil all had to be put to death — wives, children, the men, everything these red people had learnt through the centuries, all knowledge accumulated, all of it wiped from the Earth.
Orders of the Commander in Chief George Washington to General Sullivan in May 1779:
Today those who seek vengeance range across these land: the once young boys and girls, the mothers, the fathers, the grandmothers, the grandfathers,the newly born infants now grown in their world, all who have experienced such cruelty on orders of George Washington.
What is the story of these continents that have been stolen from those who have had their lives taken from them?
Columbus lands upon La Isla Española in 1492.
Departing from Palos de la Frontera with three ships, they take five weeks to cross the mighty ocean.
Sailing south to the Canary islands, then west, Guanahani, called that by the people who live there, is the land mass they pass.
The Spanish Kingdom decrees to whoever first sights great land shown upon the ancient maps will be given a pension. Columbus is given this as his honour.
Chronicled in verity, it had been that Juan Rodríguez Bermeo, lookout, observed first, but a pension is a pension. So begins the lie and the treachery.
Columbus believes Asia he has reached. Columbus names in Latin the large island he steps upon, Hispana.
Juana, he gives name to the next.  Cuba today we think of that island.  All islands are inhabited with people when Columbus steps ashore.
To these Western islands the great Arawak came from the south and settled.  They build homes, rear their children, live and die. Their culture has grown peaceful. With no reason to kill another human, unknown to have an invader practice torture upon them, they do not fight.
Columbus returns to Spain, three more times returning to the west, the third and fourth voyage exploring the east and top of the south continent and the coasts of the central lands that lead to the north — still believing this land is Asia, still seeking the Strait of Malacca that will be the pathway to the Indian Ocean.
Amerigo Vespucci takes his first journey in 1497 it is said. In the writings Vespucci journeys four times to the lands that will be named America after him. One thousand copies of a world map drawn by Martin Waldseemüller is distributed in 1507 highlighting an outline of a continent quite separate from Asia. This map given title ‘America’ by Waldseemüller takes the fancy of all who speak of it, and so the continent is bestowed its modern name.
It is 1504.  Hernán Cortés de Monroy y Pizarro, coming to La Isla Española, the island Columbus first steps upon, will in 1529 hold the first hereditary title of: Marquesada del Valle de Oaxaca.
1504, arriving by ship into Santo Domingo, an enclave the Spanish have built, the young eighteen years old Hernán registers for an estate so that he may farm and build a home.
1506, Cortés, with soldiers from Spain, ravages and slaughters the ‘non godly’ throughout the island of La Isla Española, subjugating the Arawak, those who they do not kill, into becoming slaves.
1511, Cortés sails with Diego Velázquez de Cuéllar to do the same with those Arawak who live on the close island of Cuba.
It is a wilfulness guided by forces, demons who they listen, to commit such great cruelty as practiced by the Spanish, to commit such heinous acts upon these innocent and friendly people.
For the graceful Arawak who have lived upon the islands many generations, sustenance is nothing more than taking food from trees and bushes.
Plenty of time for festivities, which the Arawak like to pass their time, dancing, blowing through the reed flute, banging drums for music.  Canoe racing an art, teams of young men make a show for their ladies who watch from the land.
With designs and drawing a main interest, highly prized inside Arawak thatched homes, and previously having no enemy, the Arawak have never had a need for weapons, especially weapons the Christian Spanish have.  And the Spanish do have weapons, they do kill.
Not only kill, in their enslavement of those who have no defence they take great delight to torture.
The Spanish Requirement of 1513, the `Requirimiento' prepared by the Spanish jurist Juan López de Vivero, known as Palacios Rubios, is read to the Arawak in Castillan, which they do not understand.
From the Laws of Toro, native peoples and their property now belong to God and the Spanish throne:
The native who are to be punished under the Requirement of 1513 will be brought before the Visitador, the Magistrate, their bodies tied to a post and flogged until death.
Cut into pieces by swords, it is a feast as the Spaniards do their mutilations.  Native girls and boys taken from their families used both for labour and for carnal purposes.
Often it is said to be seen that a Spaniard will cut off an arm or a leg of a live native child, throw it to a pet dog. Then the rest of the body cut and dispensed.
Old chronicles have come down to us of a few Europeans who travel at this time through the lands of the Americas. Europeans who did not come to kill, but to explore.
Vast cities they write of seeing, of such beauty and wonder it bewilders them to explain.
An enormous Venice with many canals.  Gardens as delightful in colour as ever seen.  Scents wondrous, never since smelt.
These European journeyers write of the social quality of the people they visit, and of a far superior kindness and etiquette to that practised at home.
Exquisitely sculptured stone lintels are set above city doorways, texts of an hieroglyphic nature that the Europeans who write have no understanding.
Places have been built within these cities for sporting games, and shrines and temples for religious worship. Across the city, sculpture of human and all the varied animals and birds that live in this land.
In 1519, Cortés, a wealthy man from his killing of the Arawak and stealing their land, sets sail with eleven ships, 500 men, horses and cannons, for the land of the people of Mexica.  A land governed by a great Emperor named Moctezuma who lives on an island in an inland sea.
Gathering more men and horses in Trinidad, this army of Cortés lands, marches, meets and speaks with people who, in the difficulty of language, make it known they are subjects of the great Empire’s ruler. Cortés is well pleased.
During the long journey to the inland sea the Spaniards enter the Tlaxcallān Republic ruled by a great council, a Federation of four states of Ocotelolco, Qiahuiztlan, Tepeticpac and Tizatlián.
Cortés encounters the warriors of Prince Xicotencatl II Axayacatl, a young prince warrior scouting with his army comrades for his father Xicotencatl.
Xicotencatl II, liking to play games of battle, as that is what the Republican army does with the warriors of Moctezuma, play is engaged with Cortés.  Xicotencatl II feigning a retreat will lure the Spaniards into ambush where the main Republican army warriors wait.
Many Spanish are killed in ba?le, until in wisdom they recognise the value of retreat.  Never before have the Spanish found resistance to their violence, nor considered it a game.
Cortés is told that the armies of the Republic of Tlaxcallān have never been conquered by the great Emperors that rule from the island.
That indeed they constantly engage in battle, for battle to these two kingdoms is not to win, but is play.  To seek out who is the bravest and who will marry and bring forth into the world the next generation.
Noting the cunning of the young prince, and his warrior skills, Cortés sends a message of supplication, seeking a treaty.  Cortés states, that he can assist the Republic in their battles with Moctezuma, with the Empire of the Mexica, the Aztec alliance as we have come to name them.
But this game the ruling elite of the Empire and Republic engage is not just for seeing that children are born to the strongest warriors.
The Great Deities have a blood-lust, and sacrifice of death is food for the Gods, the priests tell them.  Without battle, without the tearing of the hearts from those selected to receive such honour, civilisation will fail both for the Republic and the Empire.
Without these acts of blood, crops will not grow.  All will become barren.
Cortés understands religion.  He knows there is more in that which his Lords wish in sending the Requirement.
The Requirement is not to convert the Indians.  A great procedure of death is to take place, and afterwards, in the vacancy, a way established for the European.  This is his mission.
Now there are those who rule within the Republic of Tlaxcallān who have ambitions of grandeur.
There is a situation where the wars of flowery, as the play of killing is named, has been too successful for the Empire.
That the original understanding of the need for sacrificial ritual to appease the Gods so that famine will not come to the kingdoms, is being forgotten.
Needed items such as cotton and salt, which the Republic trade from the Empire, is being withheld.  An auspicious time for this Cortés to arrive so those leaders with ambitions of grandeur feel.
In consultations with priests, it is decided that Cortés who comes from the seas has been sent by the Gods who will be well pleased if the armies of Tlaxcallān ally with the Spaniard to take control of the Empire.
Cortés makes secret promise to Maxixcatzin, the Tlatoani, king of Ocotelolco, that Ocotelolco will at the end of the conquest take dominance over Tizatlián, one of the four Federation states within the Republic.  In this secret agreement no longer will the elder Xicotencatl and his son Xicotencatl II Axayacatl rule the Republican armies. These henceforth be under the orders of Maxixcatzin.
An idea comes to Cortés — perhaps given to him by whoever it is, inner or outer worlds, who seek the blood, the millions of slaughtered the battles of Cortés will hold precedents to bring about on this continent.  The idea is to speak to the Ambassadors from Moctezuma visiting him, to proclaim that he wishes a treaty of peace.
Moctezuma's Ambassadors hearing such words encourage Cortés to go to Cholula, a mighty city in the Tlaxcala Valley, the Cholula people under the guardianship of the Mexica.
Cholula has a great pyramid.  Its length is 400 meters with a height of 66 meters and has a body larger than the Great Pyramid of Egypt.  Moctezuma's Ambassadors say this spiritual city is for special prayer.
Cholula is also a city of trade, of cotton, of clothing that has become famous for its intricate design.
It comes as a surprise to the people of Cholula when Cortés in an arrangement with high levels of the Rebublic, who hate the Cholula, kills.  In a great gathering to welcome Cortés, most of those who are of prominence in the city attend.  They are butchered.
So the die is cast as Suetonius says, as Julius Caesar’s army crosses the River Rubicon, legions sweeping down the peninsula, bringing Caesar to the glories and rulership of Rome.
One would consider such treachery to the Cholula would be noted.  Yet it is fear and appeasement of the Spanish by Moctezuma that will in its time extend to him equal treachery, and it is not long before Emperor Moctezuma is himself captured and imprisoned.
Cortés sets himself up as a Spanish governor, appoints a commander of one of the eleven ships, Pedro de Alvarado y Contreras as vice-governor.
But the game of life is never simple.  At Cortés’ rear is an army of Spaniards under Pánfilo de Narváez, sent by Velázquez the Spanish Governor of Cuba to arrest Cortés for treason; Cortés having set sail to the mainland without permission of Velázquez.
Should we say the stars favour Cortés.  Narváez is quickly defeated by Cortés troops, all of Narváez’s army, under bribes of great riches, gold unimaginable, taking orders from Cortés who now returns to Tenochtitlan to the island upon the inland sea. Just after a festival has been held in Tenochtitlan, the great festival of Huitzilopochtli.
It is a calamity this day of holiday for the Mexica people.
May 20, 1520 all has been prepared.  Food is arrayed, dancing has begun.  Mexica dance in circles, holding hands, stepping to the beat of the drumming, to the wash and screech the shells make, to the bugles with their rich sound.
Mexica sing the ancient sacred songs, praise the Dart-Hurler Huitzilopochtli, the God whose parents are Tonacateuctli and Tonacacihuatl, the creators of all.
Naked are the people except for a finery of gold and silver jewellery of every description upon them.  They sing to Huitzilopochtli, praising him, asking for his beneficence, that he continue to give them the wonder of rain, of fruit of grain.
Then into this Patio of the Gods comes Pedro de Alvarado y Contreras, vice-governor appointed by Cortés.
With swords and shields, it is easy for the soldiers to do as they have done in Cuba, as they did in Cholula.
Arms are slashed, heads fly, the dancing people speared so that entrails now hang outside their bodies.
Close to a thousand are killed.  Only a few escape.
All across Tenochtitlan the cry is: ‘Murder! Murder!  All our people are being slain!’
Cuitláhuac, the younger brother of Moctezuma II, is the leader chosen to fight the Spaniards.
With Cortés now returned, the Spanish step over their own soldiers being killed by the Mexica as they escape across the shallow waters that surround the island.
On the plains, by the city of Otompan, Cortés is confronted by an enormous army.  Some say as many as thirty or forty thousand Mexica warriors set to engage in battle.
It is life or death for Cortés, and his courage, and perhaps his deviltry, is seen here.
Using horses, which the Mexica do not have and retain some mystical fear, Cortés’ men repeatedly charge the Mexica with cavalry.
The Mexica brake, allowing Cortés to flee with his remaining men back to the Republic of Tlaxcallān.
Maxixcatzin and the elder Xicotencatl believe that the Mexica will not stop now in their warfare with Tlaxcallān.
Only the son, the young Xicotencatl II, disagrees. Xicotencatl II in secret departs to make an alliance with the Mexica.
Cortés, allied with the armies of Tlaxcallān, mounts a siege upon Tenochtitlan the city upon the island.
But something never considered is happening.  Mexica are dying in thousands from the pox, that Cortés army, intermingling with the soldiers of Pánfilo de Narváez, the soldiers most recently come from Cuba to capture Cortés, have brought with them.
For eighty days Cuitláhuac fights, but when he himself is brought down by the illness and the new emperor, Cuauhtémoc, cousin of Moctezuma, can no longer resist, for his army is too few, the Empire falls.
Over the next months, Tenochtitlan will have all its beautiful buildings torn down, all relics of Mexica’s history destroyed.
Pedro de Alvarado y Contreras who had been the butcher at the Templo Mayor in Tenochtitlan is sent by Cortés to the central lands that connect with the Northern Continent.
Taking armies from the Republic of Tlaxcallān, now firmly under the rulership of the Spanish, Pedro de Alvarado does to the people of the central continental lands the same as upon the island within the inland sea, the same as Cortés in Cholula.
Blood is shed in the millions, for the people of the central lands have nothing that can stand up to the Spanish weapons.
So it is how the Spanish treat the Inca, and how they rape and plunder all the golden cities in the southern continent.
So it is with those who live at the edges of the tropical forests, the many smaller groupings of people living deep inside the vast forests having some temporary immunity from the butchery taking place outside.
Wipe them all out is the goal.  A hundred million people die of disease or are killed by the Spanish, the Portuguese, the French, the English that come to prey upon this North, Central, and Southern land of the West.
In the north, an alliance of people has come about due to a Jesus like person named Dekanawida, who by some people is also called Tekanawita.
Dekanawida to prove himself, jumps from a White Pine into the treacherous rapids where none have been known to survive.
Next day found sitting by a campfire, this is taken as proof by the Mohawk chief that the Gods have sent the boy to instruct them.
Speaking with Dekanawida, ‘Let us establish a Great Confederacy of Peace, to be called the Haudenosaunee,’ is decided.
Five Nations: Mohawk, Onondaga, Oneida, Cayuga, Seneca, agree. The Tuscarora, a people settled in the Carolina regions, later become the sixth Nation of the Confederacy.
The Six Nations of the Haudenosaunee have a Constitution. Article one begins:
I am Dekanawidah and with the Five Nations’ Confederate Lords I plant Tsioneratasekowa, the tree of the long leaves that will be the tree of Great Peace. I plant it in your territory, Adodarhoh, and the Onondaga Nation, in the territory of you who are Firekeepers.
Under the shade of this tree of Great Peace, we spread the soft white feathery down of the globe thistle as seats for you to sit. Beneath the shade of the spreading branches, Adodarhoh, and your cousin councillors of these Nations.
Here shall you sit and watch and speak, and all of the affairs of the confederate Nations shall be transacted at this place before you.
Part of article two of the Constitution:
Roots have spread out from the Tree of the Great Peace, one to the north, one to the east, one to the south and one to the west. These are the Great White Roots, and their nature is Peace and Strength.
If a man or any nation outside the Nations shall obey the laws of the Great Peace, the Kaianarekowa, and make known their disposition, they may trace back the Roots to the Tree.
If the mind is clean and they promise to recognise the great Constitution and the Confederate Council, they shall be welcomed to take shelter beneath the Tree of Great Peace.
We place at the top of the Tree of the Long Leaves an Eagle who is able to see afar.  If such eagle sees in the distance any evil approaching, any danger threatening, he will at once warn the people.
More than a hundred articles this Constitution has to see that the Confederacy of the Haudenosaunee gives rights and freedoms to all its people.
The Gayanashagowa, as it is known in its Nation language, becomes a beginning for those learned European settlers after freeing themselves from the British.
Becomes the inception for the United States Constitution which then in its making becomes flawed due to influences of an unholy nature.
Dekanawida’s message of peace is not always followed. Wars with other nations take place when they attack the Confederacy.
Sometimes it is the Confederacy itself, with its might towering over another nation, that brings war.
That which has taken root over the years is having male leaders appointed by Mothers, women elders, for women it is the belief are appointed as stewards of the land, by those who are Creators of the people.
Mothers agree to a leader, and if the male leader does not prove worthy, Mothers take his leadership from him.
This process of taking back the dear antlers is a rite where the former leader is neither attacked nor killed, but resumes his position within the Nation tribe as he was before, attending as those who wish to attend, the decision making council.
Decisions are made by a consensus of voices each having equal weight.
When the people from Europe arrive, and there is fur trading and the establishment of New Netherland, a meeting takes place between the Confederacy and the leaders of the Europeans.
The European leader stands, makes a statement declaring that the Europeans are the Father and the Indians will be the son.
That henceforth the Indian people will subjugate themselves to the might and power of the nation who has come here to oversee the Indian people in their primitive state.
Those of the Confederation counsel together. Their reply when they return is that they, the Confederacy of the Haudenosaunee will not be as son to the European people, but will be brothers.
That neither the European nor the Confederacy will make compulsory law or interfere in the internal affairs of the other.
Neither will try to steer the other’s vessel.
And so the Wampum treaty is made, a belt of cloth with two rows of purple wampum beads against a background of white beads, created to record the agreement that declares peaceful coexistence between the Haudenosaunee and the European.
It is to these peoples of the Confederation, the Haudenosaunee, that the first American President George Washington gives order to the American General Sullivan in 1779 to:
The desire of George Washington that:
This letter of intended action is stated to be retaliation for the attack by British soldiers and Confederacy of the Haudenosaunee on a fort and the village of Cherry Valley in eastern New York.
Of the Six Nations their associates and adherents, total destruction and devastation.
No concern for age, the disabled, the sick — wipe all of them from the planet.
To the Confederacy of the Haudenosaunee their treaty with the British bound them to fight on the side of the British, with whom they have additional treaties.
In wars between Europeans, women and children are not supposed to be deliberately killed. European villages, if not specifically under attack by opposing soldiers, are supposed to be not destroyed.
This letter of ordered action is a deliberate statement by George Washington that his troops should eliminate to every extent possible within the power of those who would obey such an order, the people of the Confederacy of the Haudenosaunee.
Under this direct order, twenty-eight of thirty Seneca towns, and all of the Mowhark, Onnondake and Caiuga settlements are completely destroyed, their people butchered.
Some of the six nations of the confederacy who survive become sheltered by other nations.  Most of those able to flee from the attack by Washington’s soldiers find a home in Canada, living there today.
In future years, some return, allying with the befriending nations, setting up new settlements in the North-Eastern United States.
How many treaties made by the United States with the Nations of America can be said to have been upheld in fullness.
The Americans have not respected the treaties the Nations across America made with the British and European nations when first these nations came here.
The people of the United States have not uphold in fullness treaties, many treaties not even in part, that they have made with the nations.
The United States Supreme Court, Federal and State courts, reek of lies, of treachery, of deceit, purposely to cheat the Nations of that which the United States and the Nations have agreed.
A Christian is how those who came to this continent from Europe thought and still think of themselves.
Strange teachings of Jesus, to murder and enslave.
California Governor Peter Burnett speaking to the legislature in 1851 is not alone.  He states that which much of the new populations of the continent believe:
Sacking Indian Nation cities, towns and settlements to steal their developed farmland has been considered until this day both normal and acceptable.
In the Treaty of Paris in 1783, these few who have rulership of Britain behind the screen are careful to see that everything is done to help the European settlers of the new United States wipe out the Nations.
The treaty of 1783 between the British and the new United States will facilitate this end.
This treaty ignoring the treaties the British have with the Six Nations who stood by the British.
Ignoring treaties made by the British to many of the other nations in this Western land.
Those few who hold rulership of Britain, holding cousinship with rulers of America to bring about a new Empire, this written into their secret plans.
Whether it is Pocahontas, taken and buried at Gravesend, Kent, or the lost cities such as Cahokia, cities said to be larger than London with great towers and structures with water systems of magnificence and wonder, the Western continent has been raped, raped and its past destroyed.
Languages once spoken, so many varied tongues now do not exist: Mohegan, Coast Miwok, Mahican, Kwalhioqua-Clatskanie, Shasta, Shinnecock, Yana, Yoncalla, Chehalis, Chimariko, Chitimacha.
Too many languages to detail from the few that remain.
The Christian will shoot men, women and children wherever they find them.
Extermination of the aborigines it is called.
Four-fifths of the budget of the United States, for many years once it achieves nationhood, is to exterminate the aborigines.
Ninety-five percent of the entire population of Nations die from the European invasion.
That which saves those not extinguished is their use as slave labour.  Slavery in this Western continent is not only practiced upon those brought from oversees in boats.
Slavery of Indians is very much a practice.
The pilgrim armies rallying cry is that nits make lice and so nits must die.  Nits is the name given to Indian babies.
Colonist Christians going from Nation town to Nation town deliberately kill.  Men, women and children exterminated.
Paiute Crow Blackfoot Cree Sioux Cheyenne Pawnee Shawnee Cherokee Ute Navajo Apache Chotaw Seminole, the list of Nations that populate this land before the European killing is not known, for in the early days of extermination records are not kept.
It is likely there were thousands of nations.
Chipoways, Ottoways, Petawatomies, Potawatomi, Missesogies, Puans, Sacks, Foxes, Sayges, Tauways, Maumies, Mohawk, Susquehannock Wenrohronon, Kickepous.
Peankeshaws, Shawnee, Delawares, Mingo Scioto, Wyandot. Ottawa, Delawarcs, Munsee, Chippewa, Potawatomi Vermilion, Miami, Pickawi, Uanee, Oelawares, Sauk, Foxes, Iowa, Seneca, Ddawares, Mimsee, Cayuga, Onondaga, Attawandaron, Erielhonan, Tuscarora, Nottoway.
Nations too large to completely destroy are relocated.
The Hwéeldi, the long walk of the Navajo, people forced to walk at gunpoint from their homelands in the Western United States, is only one example of one Nation being relocated.
Food given as these men, women and children walk, sustenance infested with armyworm.
Thousands of languages are spoken by the various peoples in North and South America prior to their first contact with Europeans:
Mayan, Otomanguean, Tapachultec, Zoquean, Totonacan, Sayultec, Chibchan, Quechua, Aymara, Guarani, Nahuatl, Algonkian, Iroquoian.
This Western continent has a linguistic diversity unrivalled:
Chamicuro, Uguano, Huarpe, Waipunavi, Chiquitano, Kirirí, Ofayé, Carnijó, Malibú, Movima, Wakoná, Kwaza, Nonuya, Mamaindê, Nambikwara, Sabanê, Yurí Yurumanguí, Roamaina, Leco, Jeikó, Kaingáng, Xokleng, Guayana, Paezan, Münkü.
Nations and peoples on the continents North, Central, South, cities, towns, villages, lodges, all now gone.
Continents wiped of people to make way for those who deem themselves superior.
Not all are killers.  Some in their way attempt as did the Nations people attempt to help the Europeans.
Writings remain of such help, but the culture of the Europeans, their newspapers, that which they have before them to read, fear is engendered by those in power, for should cooperation flourish the Nations will remain, and if the Nations remain, their land is not free to take.
So it is.
Death and horror in the New World.
On the Southern Continent it is not uncommon during these four centuries of extermination to have groupings of innocents skinned, hung upon trees ready to feed the dogs of the conquerors.
A hundred million people vanish from the west, people who do not call themselves Christian.
Miss Hooper turns the pages to see what is beyond. Glancing through the chapters, she sees that each has a grouping of Nations, people with names who once lived, names of women, of men, of children.  A glance at the end of so many of the stories: THIS TRIBE NO LONGER EXISTS!
Miss Hooper shudders as flashes of gunfire and knives thrust into live bodies of children come to her.
She places the book down, picks up her small companion standing on the table, waiting to go. “We will get some air, my dear.”
Miss Hooper never has had any close dealings with a soldier. How do they do such things, she wonders? Replacing the two books into her purse, she notices Keweland, the book of the future.
“We will read Keweland when we return, Shapanzi. There will be no more killing in this future time.  I am sure of it. It will calm us, this book!  War will be ended by then.”
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