Handsome Lake
construction

Forword

American Typography

My parents brought our history and origins to us as children, with stories of Creation. Looking up, father would always point out bear's Great Spirit in the river we call Sky, explaining that our respect of bear brings us stories of Bear: our stories living there for us, in the Great River of time and space as we know it to be.

At night, falling to sleep, mother would tells us stories of Sky woman, who journeyed from the origins of this universe to this very place, bringing Life for the Spirit we call Mother Turtle: the island in oceans of water and lava that modern science calls the Americas, North her shell, South her tail. Above, Grandfather Sun and Grandmother Moon, and Creation's River of stars. Our great river, born like all universes, something left behind: a single crumb, dropped by Beings beyond our understanding. The nature given to us all by Sky Woman, the Spirit who created our solar system, sister Earth and her close neighbors. Here on Mother Turtle and throughout our planet and universe, wherever Life is left behind, for us to respect and care for with the good mind.

Our faith involves prayer, communion and communication... Prayer that includes our Great sprits of Life, those beyond our lives in this universe: Wind, Water, Sun, Stars and others, to whom with respect we send our greetings. Communion with the Spirits of sacred animals who share Earth and life with us: Turtle, Bear, Wolf, Deer, Beaver, Heron, Eagle and many others, with whom we share thanks. Communication with our Ancestors and the People, for whom we offer love... You see, life inexorably moves in this way, where behind us rests that path we follow, as we move forward. Ancesotor sprits honor us with their presence, when we are in need. Our Elders have our unconditional support, if they wish or need our support. For our children, and all our People we share greetings, thanks and love. From prayer, communion and communication flow greetings, thanks and love. For all matter that we can find contains the spirit of some form of life. Life is love, and both this physical life and our social love provide us with respect... if we do not abuse life, if we respect love, we avoid confusion, pain and hate that plague the bad mind. This is the universe that contains our American faith. This is faith's path to the good mind.

Connection to universe, beyond a normal scope of human existence. Faith, human faith, Handsome Lake is the part of our faith that deals with attaching our presence to presence of others. Americans are sensitive to the presence of the faiths of the visitors to the Americas. Sadly, that presence involves assault by Visitors against all the People of Turtle Island: Including our rural tribes of seasonal gatherers in the North, our larger cities in the South, and hundreds of thousands of villages between.

The decimation of our culture due to greed inspired violence of Empire, provides all humans of good mind a clear perception of the ignorance of the Visitor, disposed against the gentle humanity of Americans. The Visitors' irrational destruction of environment clashes, in that global perception, with our purposed connection with nature. The human civilization of the Americas must integrate Americans with Empire's barbaric Caucasian invaders to some extent, to control and calm the chaos ruining humanity. At the same time, the disarray of Caucasians' ongoing violent criminal assault, spills into global violence, challenging our American faith community with unwanted association. Handsome Lake's interpretation of this cultural extortion issues from the ancient Haudenosaunee practice of exclusion of those who oppose. Humanity cannot be healthy, pulled in many directions at once. Chaos is a poor choice for social planning. Chaos is the tool used by criminals, to try and conceal their human disgrace. The Visitor is excluded.

The people of the Great Lakes, understanding life and each other, realize that exclusion will not make the criminals go away: so we are told everyday that "mighty america," the Caucasian colonial military apperatchik squatting on our lands, is maintaining morality. We are told that "americans" have great plans. All we see the "mighty" war camp doing is murdering and stealing. Others with the peaceful intentions of good mind, including our people, work to improve community. But all those "helpers" who were born to and live on the Visitors' river, contaminate everythnig they touch with whispers of praise for all that is "mighty". Handsome Lake spoke also of this treachery, which includes also drafting into the war camps of chaos.

Today we know that across 10's and 100's of eons, we are the children of these demented people, who them selves are the children of parents many thousands of eons older, who they also attack and abuse as they abuse us here. Surely, they must have a faith that corrects them. A connection with their mothers that heals them? No. They have risen from a more primitive time in our modern human evolution. Our peace will never live in their hearts. Like their now extinct counterparts from eons past in Africa, they will vanish. They are excluded by Earth, and will some day leave us for good. This compliments and governs our exclusion of the Caucasian on our lands. Exclusion is something that Caucsians do not understand. They are unable to live in peace on their river, and leave the people of other rivers alone.

With our good mind, recognizing that we each live on separate rivers, and respecting those rivers as forever apart, we appreciate their primitive nature, respect their primitive faith, and out of necessity oppose their criminal confusion. As long as the Visitor remains squatting on our lands, we must continue to manage the Visitor, whose primitive faith and chaotic criminal culture renders even basic communication of ideas very difficult to achieve.

Below, we must try to explain the conditions to which Handsome Lake's teachings are applied. Both assault and repression must be fully understood to reconcile each: together or in isolation, each assault on faith responds with a journey to find prayer, communion and communication relevant to just faith. Though we grow tired of picking ourselves up in this way, it is something we do very well. As we explain below, we are very good at adaptation.

Now, Writing is a sophisticated direction of resource specifically directed at sharing ideas. Just as faith builds healthy, forgiving space between people, fonts build space around ideas. Fonts should be appropriate to the ideas expressed.

Fontography for the Americas is required for Handsome Lake. We, the Haudenosaunee favor oral traditions over written records, so we must borrrow phonetic characters from other Americans to share Handsome Lake online. Further south, in our modern and ancient cities, Americans have written language. That language is not a shared language on the Internet. Like all else American, our languages are assaulted, their makers beaten into submission. Afterwards, colonial scholars close in gawking, to begin secretive hording they fancy is useful. Unable to implement their very own understanding that language is always changing, what they horde is increasingly usless as our minds move on. Rather than hording, they should go back where they came from and allow our thousands in waiting simple peace. There is a young Hopi woman, I forget her name, who shared with me her revision of some writen ideas: a beautiful language is always emerging in our minds, and when they are left alone to rebuild their cities, amazing things will emerge.

Today, halfway from Haudenosaunee Territories to our great cities, my grandfather's people, the Tsalagi use fonts called syllabarys, to write what they speak using font symbols. Fontographers use several typefaces to display Cherokee syllabary: for example, ~ ᏳᏇᎩ ~ spoken as "Osiyo", meaning welcome. The first letter, looking like a "G" is not pronounced as such: its distinctive appearance is associated with the "O" sound. And so on. I asked one of our Elders, "Why not use Hopi text, or even something from Mexico?" His reply was quick and bitter. "Because WE never invaded OUR lands." Time now for some reflection on physical and moral impacts of Caucasia's assault on Americans.

Introduction

About connectedness: finding the author

First, the physical existence, then we can understand the moral existence better... It is the social responsibility of each individual to fit in with social reality. Though we can only do this to the extent that a social realty is allowed to exist, to build and develop the protective resources of community and culture. Empire damages society everywhere it goes, to replace balance with imbalance, so that its ongoing criminal acts of genocide and resource theft can proceed without interferrence. Criminal hostiles, each citizen of Empire has a personal duty to be racist, to assist colony government to steal and murder. This applies to those who struggle against the bad mind, and those who embrace it. Both contribute equally to chaos. Criminal social structure in the colony apparatchik and society is identical to criminal structure throughout Empire, and includes all the peoples of Europe, the Middle East, and Western Russia. Caucasia, our species second great race (the first being Africa, the 3rd Asia, and the fourth the Americas).

Caucasia's aggravated assault of the Americas is often complicated by criminal facades. For example, child slavery. Even as Empire is being pursued and punished in Court for its abduction and systematic rape of half of our children 100 years ago, abduction continues. Today abductee rape is doubtless continuing. However, in addition to the violent personal assaults, abductors, "legal" and "social work" aggressors make hundreds of thousands of dollars for each child they abduct, turning child abduction into another full-scale criminal resource grab: also known as "Trafficing In Persons".

The home life of career criminals that Empire has cast across the face of Earth, is not the better life they left behind, in every social respect. So they all tend to violent creepiness, and malinger about on lands that will never belong to them, waiting for a call home. Or they got lost on land they are not connected to, and disintegrate. Caucasia's colonial connectedness, a mirror of disintegrated American society? Distinct entirely, American connectedness is self-healing, belonging to the land, enriched by the Great Mother. Conversely, with an economy dependent on child abduction, continual global war and looting, and geographic over-extension the Caucasian is failed, a violent, psychotic pervert. We all need to take a closer look at barbarian culture.

What do we see behind that flagrant man-god-rapist-ruling class deception? All the militant (colony) hype about "man", the dominant one? Our parents wisely tell us, we can only know where we stand. I grew up in, and have always made my home, the resting place for female wisdom. The male role is subservience to the female role, being and learning from her wisdom to find the good mind. Where a home is bad, the bad mind lives. Home where woman is not in control, there is no good mind.

Male governance seems to be the foundation of Empire's global criminal chaos. Where thinly veiled female roles play at restoration, thousands of years of Caucasian history tell no lies. Males run almost everything, including the family home! Crime that inevitably floods from completely corrupted natural laws cannot even describe, let alone manage social balance. "I take what I can steal, its mine anyway." This is how every Imperial colony functions today. Their dysfunction is structural, and all structural dysfunction stems from biochemical maladaptation, whatever the species, whatever the genetic group. Something grossly pathological is going on here, and we will get to that in a minute.

Haudenosaunee and all American relatives carry Gai'wiio, which measures and apportions as justice in community, and balance in home. Gai'wiio teaches tolerance of Empire's active and willfull destruction of social balance. Also, it informs our society members of our willingness to adapt, to overcome oppression. To repel assault. Gai'wiio, in blunt terms, is the only survivable thread of human existence for our species on this planet, everywhere the Caucasian Empire has expanded. This is not to say that Americans are gifted with something that is otherwise absent on our planet. It is simply an observation that our cluture is more flexible and adaptive than the one that assaults us. Yet, how are we sheltered?

Being male, I can only sense that she seeks female company more often than she needs me. We rest in peace knowing that she is secure with greater wisdom than I can offer, yet still she protects me. She also shows greater independence, a better purposed mind... My life without her feels barren, through her my world and all its occupants and spirits are enriched. Yet our community sees her enriching life everywhere she goes. So entering her home, sharing her home is itself a lesson in acheiving the good mind, teaching me to be humble, to find patience, and so on. This is not to say one woman or one man is always going to be this way or that. This is simply the way that nature intended, the way that keeps human balance best.

How can the barbarian life find health at home while engrossed in a perverted criminal society? Never mind divorce, which is just the tip of the iceberg. In our species, clealy the male is physically more powerful. Clearly male life is created by, shaped by and dependent on female life. This basic understanding is constantly assaulted by the criminal aliens. Why? To answer that question, we need to assess male weakness in greater detail, so that we can relate weakness to the underlying homopathic condition demonstrated by Caucasian society for eons.

At three university campuses around Earth I studied behavioral science (the biochemistry version of psychiatry and hyper-statistical version of social work, sociology on hermeneutic steroids). Science teaches us that women not only have twice the genetic material. Observation of average 'her' and average 'him' shows twice as much organized electrical activity on the 'her' side. Female humans have twice the social intelligence.

At the chromosomal level, the balanced home understanding is proven. Each male cell is missing half of the genetic structure found in the female cell. Loosely, we term male XY and female XX. Each chromosome stem is a physical biochemical current connector. 50% of the male's biochemically organized current is lost. Aside from a general reduction in human male lifespan, there are huge social costs, where society fails to respect this foundation of human behavior.

I grew up not only understanding this connectedness, 'we the community' in my mind was linked into a universe of understanding. Connectedness that the male-centered aliens ignore and even (often) attack with physical violence. So where does our peace come from? I feel it in all Americans. Physical balance based on inherant social balance. This balance continues even after centuries of abuse dumped on us by Caucasians. Even the homeless drunk has it. Visitors have no such balance, here. Sensation lost, permanently. Back home in Caucasia, is there a recourse to healthy existence? Other than occassionally propping up women in key positions of cosmetic power?

Cultures where males dominate all aspects of life suffer cultural psychosis. They are unable to optimize resource, damage environment and community everywhere they go, frequently engage war and genocide, and are generally not conducive to human survival, over the millions of years that we watch the progression of our species. Haudenosaunee is survivable, socially and culturally, while Empire is a lost cause. Assuming we recognize Haudenosaunee as understanding Gai'wiio within. The natural facility. The framework of adaptation, not abandoning its study and promotion for borrowed greed, adapting intact to restructure world.

It's really a no-brainer why women have the smarts. Our survival as a species depends on her getting it right. Man's contribution is never more than a few seconds of pleasure for each child born. Our faith, concentric to the life that sustains us on mother Turtle's shell, results a healthy, self-supporting and continuous commmunity of faith, a secure cultural balance, and peace that humans always attach to such balance.

A global disturbance to human faith exists in Caucasia's loud historionic accounting of a male who gives birth in the sky, a pregnant penis. Particularly among the more psychotic and fatally expansive Christians, pagan festivals are out of touch with the climate that sustains us. Mid winter, Haudensaunee practice thankfullness for the good things Mother earth brings to us: we begin our prayers of thankfullness at the end of harvest, but now magnify that sentiment with appreciation of the burden our culture carries, Gai'wiio, a relection on thankfulness, and a prayer for greater thankfulness. At the same time, pragmatic, rewarding thankfulness is ignored by Empire's people. Their sky thing goes into labor every year, birthing the same thing over and over: re-birthing universe according to their latest science, a sterile lost crumb.

Every Spring, as life awakens in our northern hemisphere, rather than celebrate life (as we do, setting out the tools and purposes for grandfather Sun's coming season of plenty) they celebrate stabbing their 3 month old infant thing to death on a cross shaped like knives they use to stab living people to death (millions of Empire's victims have died at their hands thus, trillions of dollars lost to today's global economy). We Americans see primitive violence, and lots of primitive waste in Caucasian faith. Sick anatomical disorientation befitting the psychotic and perverted imbiciles who still call us "indians" and themselves "americans". Yet, as we see and nourish Spring in our community, watching the chaos on the Visitors' river, we feel sorrow that the psychosis suffers here on our land, their presence sickening our Mother. Gai'wiio teaches us reflection, peaceful reflection. Now we are sad that there is no reflection where the Visitors pass, no shadow within.

What Caucasians see, shares the air we breath, is relevant to our good mind, helping us to steer clear of psychotic violence and the culture and thought processes that trigger it. So that we can arrange safety and security in our lives and faith, it is wise to reflect on these things. Physical dissociation of practical response to the living environment's seasons, massive social disorientation (including geophysical disorientation expressed as echolalia in documented and verbal "indian" racism), primitive and violent worship of male preganancy, loss of connectedness to the Earth environment, massive decimmation of supporting ecosystems, general psychosis. Most importantly, the great distance between the Barbarian and ourselves. Where do these things leave us without moral understanding?

Keeping all that hard, cool science and reflection in mind, please now consider ourselves in greater depth, the strength of our healthy convictions. As American. Not as Visitor from Kenya, or some other alien destination calling themselves "american". A real world, filled with American People.

It seems our American culture, very distinct from the psychotic culture of the alien visitors, is more attuned to nature. We have Clan Mothers, for example. We have an attitude that where trouble befalls us, we seek wisdom, not murder weapons. We avoid all those Visitor psychotic traits (disorientation, violence, massive weaponization, incrementing disorganization). Even penned up like sardines on reservations, watching Caucasia steal all our resources, abducting, raping and murdering our children and women. Relatively speaking, today we are within reach of the good mind we share as one. In stark contrast, the Visitors, in their 21st century, on their calendar year 2015: they so often appear, as they practice their perverted genocide, to completey lack focus and moral direction. They cannot even pause to consider where or who they are. They are still massively, extremely compulsed in a 1,600 year old war they call their "Crusade", cutting each others heads off, blowing up women and babies, becasue they cannot resolve the differing viewpoints that make life enjoyable for the good mind. Each one of them considering that their vision of the pregnant penis thing is the best vision, so everyone else has to die, or else... PSYCHOSIS!

Globally, not just here in the Americas, not just on the soil peopled by their Ancestral children, who migrated here across hundreds of thousands of years, today all humans face that impediment to trade, prosperity and wellness. Benefits like milaria treatment are flashed in our faces, an millions die of starvation, lacking community security that Empire has disrupted. Stop gap measures are the only policy available, as Empire declines. Finding stable human reservoirs outside of Empire's chaos is a challenge for the good mind.

Human reservoirs are critical to faith's healthy continuation. Faith's desecration is aimed by Empire against all of Earth's human inhabitants. The psychotic culture aggressively seeks response, testng its victims, hunting down opposition to its commision of crime. We are all distorted by criminal assault. All humans alive must distort, or perish. Violent assault is not a normal, healthy way of life, but violence and the threat of violence permeate human settlements everwhere that Empire enters.

In the Americas, observing our peaceful response to criminal assault, the alien Visitors fall back on terms like "social work", and "poverty outcomes" to 'classify' and 'imprison' our healthy culture. Only their way emerges, or else! No bones to rattle here. It is not possible to workout humanity's problems, each of us compeled by our own problems to resolve faith. You are excluded alien. Are you too lost to know that, too primitive to understand where you are? We cannot do this for you. You alone must accept the psychosis and the enormity of the criminal impact that assails all people on our planet. You are a minority in a world of 6 billion people with the power and technology to crush you now. Slow down. Stop. Find peace. Go home. Leave us all alone for a while.

The real world context of faith brings benefits for all humans, where we honor our faith as a peaceful human process that guides us to a good mind and the better life that results for all. Empire's pregnant penis offers what no one needs outside of the lands where that primitive faith was born. It was the criminal guise used to rape billions of victims for hundreds of years: to assault, murder and steal. It became your current child slavery market, your current genocide and sterilization programs in cultures where you do not belong. Under the scope of new laws and new global enforcement, that will increasingly distance itslef from your disgrace, clean up your act. How?

How? The aliens' well-being is not our concern. They have excluded themselves with primitive violence. They cannot accept Gai'wiio, for they posess only primitive moral capacity. As we regain control and begin to stabilize the mess Caucasia has created on our land, even assuming Caucasia's crimes and criminals are (eventually) correctly managed, we still have to deal with the insane assylum bulldozed up onto our land. Including (but not limited to) upfront Crusade mayhem.

"Perhaps that dumping of human trash is the most devastating aspect of the criminals' occupation [Australian mother, speaking of the same 'disease infestation' on her people's land]". Some may argue that Americans are not as insulted as Australians, becasue England's South Pacific colony is almost entirely composed of Caucasian criminals sentenced to 'life in Australia or jail', a colony of misfits, like the Israel created today by Germany. Racism that is horrendous on Turtle Island is immensely worse in the colonies steered by criminals. Criminal intent of the aggressor is another significant impact on global peace and faith. Global impacts are shared. That sharing needs to be given more significance. Gai'wiio details shared impacts.

Population dynamic further insults American culture. As we regain control, and begin to stabilize our social environment (including all the human baggage), our American population is immense, hundreds of millions, over half a billion. We are not all isolated in reservations. If you ask me to count my brothers and sisters, okay, 8. But cousins and their Elders, we have no idea how many of us there are. Say I provide my stats then for a tree extending from my Blackfoot Great Grandfather: and then add my mother's side and that counts as... 9's?

Yes, Caucasia murdered lots of us, trapped in Fort Ohio with two trailers full of filthy small pox blankets, shipped from Europe; Caucasian genocide for centuries has not been limited to biological warfare. They are constantly damaging our species. Regardles, lots of us survive. True to our nature for the last 15,000 years, we abandoned our cities, as they proved too attractve, and even worse the criminal infestation arrived. We did not abandon our life. We simply excluded the disgrace.

How is Caucasia compensating its urban shrinking? One cannot rely on DNA analysis offered by the criminal culture, currently engaged in its racist "Ancestry" campaign in North America, attempting to recover what is permanently lost. Racist DNA excludes American presence, marries a theory of human evolution that starts and ends in Euope. With the Americas only on their map for a few thousand years, and genetic traces going back 150,000 years, they suddenly start playing at 'I own you', all over again? Not again! Good grief! Will you rape us all in sky penis schools again, too? Will this me-me-me game increase your numerical perversion, or some other twisted perception?

STOP! My friennds, readers. This is the aspect of collapsing faith where one seeks strength in another's weakness. In our home, our mother would never allow this. Those of Gai'wiio understand the bind on morality here. None of us live in environments that have the potential to support healthy faith. So we find it and build it within. We are all exposed to faith teaching psychotic, primitive violence. We are all of us caught up in a violent, primitive culture. Faith inundated by deception, a further criminal assult impact. A further inducement of American recovery for all Americans. But what of those of us who are entirely American? What of my blackfoot Elders, for example?

Cross-breeding with aliens has not reduced our number. Rather, genetic diversification has complicated social organization, limiting healthy home environments, and thus further shutting out healthy community faith. Further inviting recovery in the evaluation offered by culture's Gai'wiio presence. For example, early 2015 Haudenosaunee, Kanien'keha:ka, Kahnawake voted on whether or not to evict anyone 'not born American'. That vote and energy may have been far better spent initiating Gai'wiio to assess the vote, rather than to implement change reflecting on the chaos of the other river. But rflection is the exact strength of Gai'wiio. Shaping faith through practice, to fit our environmental reality. My father would have called the vote, "whimpering". I doubt it was even that, though being outside and longing for anything better than what Empire spews out, I would vote for all American, definitely no Caucasian inside of our shelter. But I hear my mother scolding both of us for not respecting the love our spirits bring to this world. Whatever our vote outcome, our mothers were in attendance, or engaging terminal boycott. Culture is dynamic, and our dynamic involves People who belong.

What does Gai'wiio tell me here? We can offer our passions to any cause. Let's choose to follow the path, not an agenda. Our Gai'wiio enhanced morality is indeed a footstep on our path. Integrated belonging within the land that supports us, connected morality. Wherever the Visitor people wander, they are excluded by nature, but less trouble where they can be watched... In any case, this is the human understanding that grows within all faith, that we are all sharing here. Some with more capacity than others. This is the physical context of Handsome Lake.

Connecting this document with respect

A little morality now. The moral dimension of behavior is simply our emotively shared social interpretation and expression of the physical dimension of reality that contains our lives. Structurally, 'moral' behavior has nothing to do with what is good or bad. The psychotic Barbarian shares all human attachment to morality. It is important to keep this human respect in mind as we assemble and share the thoughts of Handsome Lake in our minds. This is the insightful Oonoondaga inclusion that keeps a secure distance for our faith, as we move out from Cold Spring. Moral inclusion must be understood and practiced by all, or our River lacks a guiding direction. Yes? Think on it, and keep us well.

We Americans feel especially sensitive about language and identity today, as our lands are illegaly expropriated by Caucasia, engaging its Empire in a global resource rape. To add insult to injury, the criminal colony culture in some locations calls itself 'american' and refers to Americans as 'indians', and Africans too, as 'americans'. Linguistic terrorism that is spreading to (accelerated in) other racist Caucasian nations in Western Europe. Globally, England and its 'nation state' colonies refer to Americans as 'indians'. Geographic disorientation leading to absolute abborogation of all treaty rights is as much a part of font selection as Caucasia's active racial and ethnic victimization of all American Peoples. Yet, there is a far deeper current in our victimization than the psychotic Visitor's gross physical disorientation.

What do we need to repect here, in the context of assembling the materials to build this document? First and foremost, we must appreciate the moral struggle that exists today. Americans struggle with Caucasian presence. How does that alien presence shape our morality?

Caucasians victimize themselves, demonizing and deepening the anguish of all their victims, who unlike the psychosed Caucasian, feel real human empathy. In the real context of attempted personal cultural bridging, one runs into disoriented moral echolalia, absolute ignorance. This ignorance is destroying Empire.

The longer Caucasians are away from the land they belong to, the more disoriented they become, and thus, the more ignorant they become. Five million years of hominid history demonstrate cultural extinction, where the deceased push settlement outside native geospheres within thousands of years.

500 years ago our species in Western Europe, the people of our second race used new technology to accelerate extention, racing around the globe, raping, pillaging everywhere, disorinted by the bad mind, and suddenly finding themselves a long, long, long way from home, where their collective biological entity belongs. Cutting short on thousands of years our species needs to acclimatize. In the rocks, only two outcomes are expressed. Fossils remain and cultures die. Or fossils disappear.

Haudensaunee law and culture, including Gai'wiio, does observe, support and peacefully manage settlement expansion and integrated social boundaries. Aside from Gai'wiio's attenuation of the journey, Haudenisaunee laws proscribe settlement activity within (not surprisingly) intelligent bioshere relationships. Likewise all American geopolitical entities. For tens of thousands of years, our nomadic Blackfoot migrated seasonally within a small region, be it covered in ice and Cariboo or recurring grassland or open forest, and then grassland again, as eons passed we lived with a changing planet in one location.

Instinct guided our choices. Female governance secured good choices. Likewise, for the Haudensaunee and Tsalagi and all the great Nations of the Americas, likely for hundreds of thousands of years. Our instinct is guided by millions of years of super volcano mass extinction events. Like the Caucasian primitives, primitives in Africa have also over extended. Sadly, the only fossil outcome for rapid over-extension is extinction. Perhaps increasing Caucasian withdrawal will one day repair cultural disintegration? Impossible to say. Survival depends mostly on the strength of the next Yellowstone event. We may all perish. Caucasians may simply gently fade away like their Neanderthal Ancestor.

Blackfoot connect morailty to Spirits we can touch and feel in the land around us. We count our years by Her Winter. For us, this connectedness conveys a very deep morality, our presence in the balanced biosphere. Likewise for the Haudensaunee, the Tsalgi and 500 great Nations of the Americas, each securing for its peoples the connected morality.

Moral connectedness does not exist in Caucasian's colony culture. Its laws and practices are thoroughly and meticulously followed, but what they follow is absent. The distortion we mentioned above is constantly at work, redefining 'lies' to suite the only survivable environment for their culture. A connected cultural continuum they left behind, when they came to the Americas. A steady stream of us arrived here over 100,000 years ago, during larger gaps between Ice Age events. Prior to the flat-earth people arriving 500 years ago, weather had isolated the Americas for thousands of years, with few narrow windows of opportunity for tens of thousands of years. All that time, Americans became survivable in America, and Caucasians became survivable in Caucasia. These conditions define the biological foundation of morality in countless, initimate ways. Our spirits understand our identity, yet our minds perhas are lost in details. It is the details that fail Caucasians.

Cultural extinction is distinct from physical extinction which also occurs for over extended hominid settlement. During Earth's great extinction events, over extended settlements vanish. Lots of rock, no fossil. Yellowstone is about to blow, is 45,000 years overdue, and in tandem with her last 5 eruptions, her wait will increase extinction. During each of her last two eruptions (one on time and one a little bit early) she removed 90% of then living species to a depth of 500 meters under Her oceans. In very plain words, Empire's end is inevitable. Our cognitive and social connection with Empire and its people flows from the good mind, as an example of the path to avoid, strengthening what is correct, by accessing correct choices for human settlement. If we are to live together, across our hemispheres, we need to find another way to share prosperity. We need from the very depths of our faith to grasp and contemplate change, to interact correctly.

As Americans, we can feel colony's decline. It hurts and burdens our aware human minds. Though we dismiss it, it is there again when we waken. Real things, like compassion and care surface. "Our faith is constantly being shaped by the racist indolents," my Blackfoot father complained one day. Respecting my mother's spirit, "Throwing out the spoiled apples and canning what's good, you still have to cut into my fresh pie!" Baked with grampa's Cherokee apples. America. An American community, 100,000 years and then lots more counting.

We cannot share and protect oursleves (or each of us, honor our unique presence) with faith that is hidden in a root cellar. Without making our faith available for all, it is frankly useless. Making public the teachings of Handsome Lake opens my root cellar. Only our people (our cultures) have access to American faith. Our spirits, minds and bodies carry the shape of our survival on our land. Our actions give that shape unique form and momentum. Europeans in Caucasia's West are inspired by visions of pregnant men? Americans are inspired by visions of ancestors, and the lives of animals who share our space. Not much connection in physical behavior, moral identity. Identical connectedness on the lands where we belong. Pray our Visitors make it through Her next big blow, with a whole lot more common sense.

These shapes here are only the borrowed letters of a language absent from our dreams, spaces, words pulled from thoughts, whispers of Wind from far away. The path of that wind does not belong here, does not exist here. It was connected in our hearts when we were born. A shadow on our lands.

The path we follow determines our past, present and future. Four directions, or simply four perceptions of reality as we progress? Purpose for the good mind attached to the good culture. That journey is a sprinkle of letters cast here into the current of our river, where she flows beside the Visitor river. Some of the letters fall there, in the Visitor river, where they disseminate across the Internet to a thousand rivers, the cultures of Mother Earth. Some of the letters fall as thoughts into our civilized hearts, far away from the Barbarian's world. Each life with its own perceptions, laws and communities of faith.

My Kanien'heka:ka Mothers, educated and perceptive, would not approve if I did not describe the environment that shapes our faith today, before showing respect for our people with our faith. All faith is a journey toward something. We have made clear now what it is that Gai'wiio sensitizes us to. It would be foolish for any of us to think that we are somehow accepted into, or a part of what does not belong, for that failed presence is lethal, psychotic, and extremely violent. So we wish you happiness wherever you are, and wish we were all closer to a secure future, with an absecnce of wanton destruction. Greetings, thanks and love.

About syllabary and Other Appearances

Let's shift focus now, and explain our choices of fonts (in the contexts of physical and moral culture explored above). Choices are challenged by the Visitor's reluctance to share online (digital) letters outside of the Visitor's Colony friends. With good mind, we have sought to offer various information that allowed 'friends' to 'share' purchased fonts, but our purchases were not 'supported'. Stolen when useful, but never supplying paid-for font display service.

We do not use Cherokee entities (American syllabary) for Handsome Lake, as the Kanien'keha:ka nation and all Haudensaunee have for now resisted attachment of our more flexible languages to perceived rigidity of written language, and aversion to Caucasian culture which frequently attaches murder and mayhem to its written expression. Tsalgi nation syllabary, the various Cherokee fonts are chosen because, like the Eaglefeather font, they include stated research into the language cultures of the American peoples. To be honest, though we have no way of verifying claims of American association in design, we assume such and verify authenticity through Cherokee Nation Language Schools, and other online resources. In the case of the Eaglefeather font, one self proclaimed designer of the font on realizing our American hertiage, quickly retreated from original american native to Northern European, with a healthy appreciation of Eagle's peaceful Spirit. Still a vast improvement over Microsoft dot mil Calibri, and so on.

Other fonts are prepared. These include large Comfortaa, subtle Josefin sans, and plain Arcitects Daughter. All three from Google Web Fonts, are certan fallbacks where our other provisions fail. Google's are old (unhinted) True Type files, with modern 'virtual' browser adaptations that supposedly replace Open Type features (somewhat, sort of). We also use fonts from artisits who are supported by Adobe and Monotype, where our only recourse is modern-browser-only webkit fonts, using HTML5/CSS3 @fontface technology. From Monotype, we have Graphite and Tekton Pro, for example (though Adobe and Google from time-to-time also provide these fonts). Google, Adobe, Monotype and others sources may be manually adapted to webkit formats where said provider is having problems servicing supply to Americans. Indecision and exclusion aside, Riverleaf will try to provide those fonts that it has purchased for this personal view into American faith during Caucasian occupation.

Perhaps working together, Americanized (syllabary), beside 'other' fonts with aesthetic attachment to Architecture, will help us all to orient the destabilizing criminal class to 'who is who' and 'where we all are'... today. Wherever possible we try to purchase fonts from the font's original designers, as font design is tedious, slow, pain-staking work that affords little income. Naturally, the effort to design fonts for American languages is rewarded. Our culture offers its own rewards...

Grandmother Moon sees all of us together on Turtle Island. Americans must always push harder at being... who we are. Which is a big part of real, human and Earthly American peace: freedom to associate and communicate in manners less barbaric. So this path we have chosen together, here is our journey... We will reflect on our journey, each of us apart, in our own ways. In our choice of spiritual association. We see this work as association by effort, by growing and developing our good mind, the humble path to faith. Together, we build a house of words. More than that, awaken ideas in our mighty River. Written language, by design flowing from one idea to the next. Becoming... Architicture is the fine art of housing the ideas of people... So it is that here we came to be, as being finds shelter... to use fonts that house Americans. As far as we can. Americans are constantly at work, improving syllabarys. Though none of us knows what the future holds. We may all end up writing Hopi or Aztec. Our language symbols from the great American cities, placed to grow where climate can naturally maintain millions with plentiful food resources. From a time before Caucasian genocide decimated our populations, language returning. Who knows? So it is that this house we build is made of the words of Hansome Lake.

Note that the telephone advice from Adobe Typekit is identical to the telephone advice from Monotype Fonts, both Caucasian failures. Their advice, "we simply are unable to make subscriptions to our font services work for Americans, such as you". And this has gone on for a decade. So except for Google, which mainly pimps for Typekit and Fonts linking but not providing those finer fonts... well, aside from Google modest collection of free online fonts, we are stuck with good old fashioned webfont kits (which are slow and fouty). Our apologies for any inconvenience this may cause.

Collection

We use Phoreus Cherokee font
~ ᏳᏇᎩ ~
and Plantagenet Cherokee font
~ ᏳᏇᎩ ~

Though their distribution varies, both use HTML entities Ᏻ Ꮗ Ꭹ
These fonts look similar, being both serif. However, one serif is flourished, while the other is not. Naturally, the english characters we use here are not Cherokee symbols. However, the font
Phoreus Cherokee is more pleasant than your default every old day system font. most importaantly, it is morally contiguous (or tends to be so) with American faith.

Fonts are collected and organized as follows
1. American content
   1. Eaglefeather
      distribution:

Sample Typography

Gai'wiio is the record of the teachings of Handsome Lake, Seneca prophet. Ongwe'onweka of Haudenosaunee proclaim Gai'wiio on Nisko'wukni, the mid-winter, and also at the end of summer. Three days are used to proclaim Gai'wiio, with sacred sede:tsia (early mornings), the Sun Song. Gai'wiio is a balance against bad mind, against colonial incursion. Gai'wiio does not deny but supports development of the People, mending the broken mind. Through the individuals' dreams and desires in life, Gai'wiio returns the good mind to the broken hearts of those who have done wrong, and seek better for all People. Handsome Lake was born in the Visitors' calendar at 1735, lived in Cold Spring, and passed from this time in the Visitors' calendar at 1815.
Titles use typeface 'P22 Eaglefeather'. Someday, we may use Eaglefeather Small Caps, 'p22-fllw-eaglefeather-sc', from Adobe Typekit.

Gai'wiio is the record of the teachings of Handsome Lake, Seneca prophet. Ongwe'onweka of Haudenosaunee proclaim Gaiwiio on Nisko'wukni, the mid-winter, and also at the end of summer. Three days are used to proclaim Gai'wiio, with sacred sede:tsia (early mornings), the Sun Song. Gai'wiio is a balance against bad mind, against colonial incursion. Gai'wiio does not deny but supports development of the People, mending the broken mind. Through the individual's dreams and desires in life, Gai'wiio returns the good mind to the broken hearts of those who have done wrong, and seek better for all People. Handsome Lake was born in the Visitors' calendar at 1735, lived in Cold Spring, and passed from this time in the Visitors' calendar at 1815.
Texts use typeface 'Phoreus Cherokee'. Someday, this text may use the Phoreus Cherokee, 'phoreuscherokee', from Adobe Typekit.

Gai'wiio is the record of the teachings of Handsome Lake, Seneca prophet. Ongwe'onweka of Haudenosaunee proclaim Gaiwiio on Nisko'wukni, the mid-winter, and also at the end of summer. Three days are used to proclaim Gai'wiio, with sacred sede:tsia (early mornings), the Sun Song. Gai'wiio is a balance against bad mind, against colonial incursion. Gai'wiio does not deny but supports development of the People, mending the broken mind. Through the individuals' dreams and desires in life, Gai'wiio returns the good mind to the broken hearts of those who have done wrong, and seek better for all People. Handsome Lake was born in the Visitors' calendar at 1735, lived in Cold Spring, and passed from this time in the Visitors' calendar at 1815.
Formalities use typeface 'Plantagenet Cherokee'.

Gai'wiio is the record of the teachings of Handsome Lake, Seneca prophet. Ongwe'onweka of Haudenosaunee proclaim Gaiwiio on Nisko'wukni, the mid-winter, and also at the end of summer. Three days are used to proclaim Gai'wiio, with sacred sede:tsia (early mornings), the Sun Song. Gai'wiio is a balance against bad mind, against colonial incursion. Gai'wiio does not deny but supports development of the People, mending the broken mind. Through the individual's dreams and desires in life, Gai'wiio returns the good mind to the broken hearts of those who have done wrong, and seek better for all People. Handsome Lake was born in the Visitors' calendar at 1735, lived in Cold Spring, and passed from this time in the Visitors' calendar at 1815.
Title notes use typeface 'Graphite'. Someday, this text may use the Graphite Standard, 'graphite-std', from Adobe Typekit.

Gai'wiio is the record of the teachings of Handsome Lake, Seneca prophet. Ongwe'onweka of Haudenosaunee proclaim Gaiwiio on Nisko'wukni, the mid-winter, and also at the end of summer. Three days are used to proclaim Gai'wiio, with sacred sede:tsia (early mornings), the Sun Song. Gai'wiio is a balance against bad mind, against colonial incursion. Gai'wiio does not deny but supports development of the People, mending the broken mind. Through the individuals' dreams and desires in life, Gai'wiio returns the good mind to the broken hearts of those who have done wrong, and seek better for all People. Handsome Lake was born in the Visitors' calendar at 1735, lived in Cold Spring, and passed from this time in the Visitors' calendar at 1815.
Notes use typeface 'Tekton Pro'. Someday, this text may use the Tekton Pro font 'tekton-pro', from Adobe Typekit.

Gai'wiio is the record of the teachings of Handsome Lake, Seneca prophet. Ongwe'onweka of Haudenosaunee proclaim Gaiwiio on Nisko'wukni, the mid-winter, and also at the end of summer. Three days are used to proclaim Gai'wiio, with sacred sede:tsia (early mornings), the Sun Song. Gai'wiio is a balance against bad mind, against colonial incursion. Gai'wiio does not deny but supports development of the People, mending the broken mind. Through the individual's dreams and desires in life, Gai'wiio returns the good mind to the broken hearts of those who have done wrong, and seek better for all People. Handsome Lake was born in the Visitors' calendar at 1735, lived in Cold Spring, and passed from this time in the Visitors' calendar at 1815.
Informal titles use typeface 'Comfortaa'.

Gai'wiio is the record of the teachings of Handsome Lake, Seneca prophet. Ongwe'onweka of Haudenosaunee proclaim Gaiwiio on Nisko'wukni, the mid-winter, and also at the end of summer. Three days are used to proclaim Gai'wiio, with sacred sede:tsia (early mornings), the Sun Song. Gai'wiio is a balance against bad mind, against colonial incursion. Gai'wiio does not deny but supports development of the People, mending the broken mind. Through the individuals' dreams and desires in life, Gai'wiio returns the good mind to the broken hearts of those who have done wrong, and seek better for all People. Handsome Lake was born in the Visitors' calendar at 1735, lived in Cold Spring, and passed from this time in the Visitors' calendar at 1815.
Informal texts use typeface 'Architects Daughter'.