The Final Call

The Power of 19: The Beginning of the Black and the Red, Part One

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I am so motivated by the way God has been moving and making changes around me, and bringing forth people I haven't seen in years and as well as getting clarification on childhood memories. Prior to Saviours' Day, I was honored to be around the Honorable Minister Louis Farrakhan or ‘Grandpa' or ‘Pops' which I dearly call him. He spoke to me a lot about my mother Wauneta LoneWolf and mentioned to me about the importance and significance behind the word “with.”

He has been speaking a lot about his “leaving” his “departure” and even though at first I didn't understand, I began to understand it more through going back into history. I had my mother's memoir of her life. It was given to me after she passed away in 2001. I want to let everyone know that I can count on my one hand on the physical items that were given to my brother and I after she passed, but it's beautiful how God presents them to me in HIS timing from people

Waunetta LoneWolf

Mitakoye Oyasin - All My Relations

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Excerpt from the Memoirs of Waunetta LoneWolf

“I had been thinking about how to abort my child, my daughter was about five years old. My husband and I had gotten into a fight. I remember grabbing my Chanupa (peace pipe) bag and I took off, started walking. We lived over in Tempe, and I went up on that mountain that has the big A on it. I climbed up there, it was in September, some kind of parade was going on. I filled the pipe, and started praying, and asked Grandfather (God) to help me. To help me make this decision. I was really perplexed. I didn't want the life but my spiritual beliefs and values made it very difficult to make that choice. And as I was laying up there I looked up in the sky and something was moving. It looked just like a plane, but as it got closer I could see the wing span of this beautiful eagle. It just soared probably thirty or forty feet above me. It was so close that I could see the softness of the feathers. As I looked at it, it had so much power that I started crying. The tears were just coming down. There was no communication at all but the feeling that the eagle gave me was so much about life. I felt so ashamed about myself for having the thought of taking this child's life. I said another prayer,and thanked Grandfather (God) for allowing me to see that eagle. As I came back down I had such a feeling of peace.

I walked back into the home about three hours later. My husband was very upset with me but I was okay. I went into the room and locked it. I layed there and slept with my Chanupa. I was just feeling good, so wonderful that I didn't have no words to share. He couldn't understand.

My husband got involved with a publishing company right downtown and soon began traveling to Vegas to gamble. He had what he called markers. Those are things that the casino will give you when its apparent that you are gambling quite a bit of money. They will allow you a credit line and those markers are like a check and once you sign for a line of credit those markers go into the bank and in two weeks they have to collect their money. So my husband was back and forth gambling thousands, hundrends of thousands of dollars at these casinos. I remember him being very upset, the casinos were sending the checks to the banks and there wasn't funds to cover them. So much pressure around me being pregnant and him wanting to pay these markers. He had used my name and he used the Lakota version of LoneWolf and had set up a credit profile under my name, He had recieved markers at the casino using my name to pay off his markers. As it turned out the casinos, the banks and the authorities found out about his actions and indicated him for wire fraud. At the same time they were looking for this woman called “Šung'manitu-Išna.” They had picked him up in Vegas around the end of June. My sister came down and we drove into Las Vegas with my father and to go see what was going on with my husband. I had heard that were looking for me. I became frightened and decided that I was not going to allow them to pick me up, especially being pregnant. So my son ended up being born on July 8, 1983 in Las Vegas, NV.

After he was born, my father packed everything up and put it in a storage where no one could find it, including the government. My father took all my belongings and put them in a storage in Albuquerque, New Mexico and came back. My sister and I were now on the run. I had been in contact with one of the agents through an initial contact with my father. Well, they arrested me one night, took my son and put him into a foster home, and I denied being that person and was released that next day. When I came back I told my sister and told her that I am not sticking around. So that began a six month running on the road. I would call the agents, never more than three minutes and let them know that I wasn't going to run forever but needed to take the opportunity to breastfeed my son. After I finished with that then I would turn myself in. I let them know that I understood the power that you guys have but I'm not ready to deal with that right now, because mothering comes first. It was also during that time I decided to contact Farrakhan.”

(To be continued.)