but theyre non native, and there were probably over 20 edible, easy to grow, native alternatives with varying nutritional benefits that were wiped out because the crackers killed everyone and fucked up the land.
I regret to inform you that is the only people who could speak to a divinity were a special class not defined merely by earnest belief and dedication, and that class is gone, then that raises a number of questions about that divinity.
We had lots of Snow earlier in last week but it has rained and now it looks like a green Christmas. I remember when I was a small girl and the Nish Nobs would go hunting for food. Some times when it was a mild spell and the porcupine would be out they would kill it for the quills. And also the meat is real good, but they had to fetch it from a long ways. And it being so sharp. And nearby they would drag it, they would cut a branch from the tree that had sort of a hook. They would pull it through its mouth and drag it home. Then the Old Ones would get mad and scold them. They believed when you done it that way you were bringing on a big snow storm. I’m afraid if I tell this to the White people they will make me drag a porcupine up and down the ski slopes to prove Our beliefs
From the diary of Elder Gladys Taylor in Monture-Angus "First Voices"
but theyre non native, and there were probably over 20 edible, easy to grow, native alternatives with varying nutritional benefits that were wiped out because the crackers killed everyone and fucked up the land.
ask a divine entity of your choice to grant you some extinct native vegetable seeds then
i cant because where i live, the crackers killed everyone who could speak to them
I regret to inform you that is the only people who could speak to a divinity were a special class not defined merely by earnest belief and dedication, and that class is gone, then that raises a number of questions about that divinity.
:took-restraint: Thanks for not saying "beardy guy living up in the clouds"
I know that took a lot of restraint.
the beardy guy in the clouds gave me strength
From the diary of Elder Gladys Taylor in Monture-Angus "First Voices"
Amazing, settlers haven't changed in 40 years