They came in tall canoes from lands they said existed on the far side of our beloved Pacific. They brought with them their gods. Vengeful gods that called down plagues upon us. Our people burned with intense internal fires that blistered first our tongues and then our flesh. The fires spread quickly, cutting us down in great numbers, scaring the minds and bodies of those who survived only to be driven from the land of our fathers.
A docile and hospitable people, we were silently swept away with the four winds, leaving behind our home, our sea, our way of life..
Our gods however, remained to fight in our stead. They cast the dark shadow of greed over the white man, and looked on as the vast wealth and power they accumulated- reduced them to a discontent, fearful nation, flung far from the once strong arm of their gods.
They create images now of our gods, hoping to soothe them. They make proud showy displays- offering empty promises to nurture and protect them.
Our gods are not so easily fooled.
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This is my response to Sunday Photo Fiction.
Please take a moment and familiarize yourself with the story of the Miwok People that once inhabited this coastal region now called Sausalito, CA .
Thru Violet's Lentz 
Love the imagery and the metaphors. Read about the miwok people too. I think the story could be used in modern day reference too.
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Thank you Piyali. I am familiar with this place, and this story more or less wrote itself when I saw it.
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I love it when that happens- a story writing itself is such a satisfying experience 🙂
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There were so many native peoples displaced and perhaps even only reduced to memory. Even here where I live the native peoples were destroyed by mistrust and greed. There is a local story: https://thefulton.org/theatre/history/
It was actually only a few years ago that a Native Shaman did a cleansing ritual for the spirits that perished.
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Definitely a story that needs to continue being told. Thanks Jules.
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Same thing keeps on happening again and again. Innocent people are duped and taken over by those with cunning in the name of justice and rule of law. One does not understand the rule of law depends on the person who is interpreting it.
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So right!
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Such a powerful tale Violet. Humans are indeed the cruelest of all the races.
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The power of reason is a formidable weapon.
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Life is full of such happenings. It has happened everywhere. Very well written. Regards
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Thank you so much for stopping in and commenting.
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