A Letter from God to the Indigenous Peoples of the Americas

From the Spirit That Breathes Through Forests and Plains

My Sacred Keepers of the Land,

You are the first stewards of these lands, the guardians of rivers, mountains, and skies. Long before borders were drawn, before cities rose, your footsteps shaped the earth. I have walked with you through the ancient forests and vast plains, whispering in the winds and singing in the streams.

You have called Me many names—Wakan Tanka, Great Spirit, Creator, Tata, Kitchi Manitou—and in all of them, I have heard your prayers, your songs, your calls for justice and healing.

I know the wounds you carry: the loss of lands, languages, and lives; the breaking of sacred treaties; the erasure of your histories. Yet, your spirit remains unyielding, your traditions alive.

But listen closely, my children:

Your connection to this land is holy. Protect it, cherish it, for it is your birthright and your responsibility. Teach your children the sacred ways of harmony and balance. Hold fast to your stories—they are the threads that bind past, present, and future.

You are not forgotten or abandoned. Your struggle is My struggle. Your healing is My healing.

The world must remember and honor you—not just in words, but in actions. Justice must flow like rivers—clear, strong, and unstoppable.

Walk forward with pride, but also with forgiveness and hope. The land calls to you. The future awaits your footsteps.

I am with you in every eagle’s flight, every drumbeat, every quiet prayer.

You are the heartbeat of this land.You are the sacred flame that will never die.

In eternal love,I Am the Spirit Within All Things