All The Tribes and Their Singularity

All the tribes left behind some stragglers who volunteered to live on reservations to uphold the impression that the white man has conquered the red ones and now dominates all America. End of story. This is far from true. Every galaxy of swirling star masses has at its soul a super massive black hole which affects the farthest star in the swirl with its powerful draw. All power in the galaxy is in the singularity at its core. The black hole is the powerful source which will not be denied and never, never is it mocked. When it moves so moves the galaxy. Creator and destroyer. And so it is within the souls of all people, all who have been, all who are now, and all who shall be.

The red ones followed the others who left before them in a timeless universe. Yet, they did not go anywhere. They stayed but at a different vibration and here and now co-exist with those who think themselves to be victors; the violent ones who only appeared to win. The red ones and the wildlife they cherish who left and all who left before them are unseen by the blind ones who know not of the exodus through a black hole they most dreadfully fear. But the ones who left see the ones who remain quite clearly since they have been in the place they left behind and know all about it.

Strangely, the volunteers who remained behind as stragglers have a job to do. They dwell among the lost and weary, as the most weary of all, as those who appear to be the banished, to arise from the scourge of awful misfortune as an encouragement to others to surrender to a greater good.

The blackest hole is not a dream but the source of all dreamers.