A month ago I had this strange feeling about July fourth, it hit me like a musket ball. I suddenly realized that some kind of underground movement has been rapidly spiraling in the shadows of the empire. For all those powerful men hidden behind the Maya exists an equally opposite sly and hungry group of coyotes and wolves sick of being slaves and starving for freedom.
The year is 2060 and I look out at the beauty of the open field before me. This moment seemed familiar to me, as if I had already experienced it before. The deep green of the forest surrounding the farm, the mist as it settles in the valleys between the mountains, and the quiet feeling of safety the gentle breeze afforded were all I could think about.
"Banish the word 'struggle' from your attitude and your vocabulary. All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration.
We are the ones we have been waiting for." — Hopi elders
