I am your sister; I am She Who Runs With The Wind. I say, 'My Love to all of you.' My spirit is your spirit; we share. I lived the days of plenty. Life was good; we ate well; we worked hard; we knew the land was our land; we were a people together. The Great Spirit flowed in our veins. He lived among His people. We were content. We knew the hardships. We faced the trials with strength together. We raised our children in our traditions. We had no fears from the outside. We were a strong people. We looked to the mountains. We looked to the strength of the great mountains. We looked to the plains. The plains were fertile. They provided. We had always enough. We sang. We listened to the words of the wise ones; we learned. We took in our hearts the words, and we lived them. And our children were free, and we were free. And the Great Spirit of God was in us, and He is in you; and He is full of Wisdom; and He is each of your days; and you are free, because He is in your being. And He is stronger than the mountains; and He is richer than the plains. And He lives. And even no man dies; He lives - and because He is within you, even though you die, you live. You live in the death of poverty and oppression; you live in the death of denial, in your life - in your world. I am your sister, my brothers and sisters; the Spirit lives in you, and so, there is no death."

When she was 'leaving' she said, "I am filled with joy to leave you this way. There is no darkness, even though the land may seem covered in it. There is only light - which you see in the sun - and which I see truly now. I await the day when we can all meet together in great rejoicing, which is my joy now. The hope, the wise man spoke of in my youth, truly lives