08/16/2026
I used to idolize my culture, my ethnicity, my bloodline and my extremely well documented Indigeneity as though it were a crown of glory.
Then I realized something terrifying:
Hurt had become the lens through which I saw truth.
I allowed hurt people to teach me history through their hurt until their offense became mine. I developed animosity toward white people.
I had scales over my eyes.
And Jesus had to deliver me from it.
When the scales came off, I didn’t stop seeing what happened to Indigenous people.
I started seeing ALL of it.
Our history is far more nuanced than “the Church did this to us.”
There were governments, Catholic and Protestant institutions, political powers, individual people, Freemasonry, Knights Templar and other demonic ideological and fraternal influences operating throughout American society. In my research, I also encountered testimonies from former Freemasons describing Masonic infiltration into religious institutions and what they identified as Luciferian spiritual influences within those systems.
And suddenly something became very clear:
Something happening inside a church does NOT mean it came from Jesus Christ.
The lust, domination, abuse, greed and perversion involved in the destruction of Indigenous people bear the fruit of darkness, not the fruit of Christ.
Do not attribute the works of darkness to Jesus because someone committed them from inside a religious institution. Those spirits are also in traditional medicine lodges to this day.
Jesus said, “By their fruits ye shall know them.”
Every culture doesn’t have their own spiritual reality. It’s one spiritual reality understood by many nations, which is what many indigenous “spiritual leaders” are refusing to acknowledge or teach. Because with all the death, the math is not mathing.
And when I actually looked at the fruit of Indigenous people encountering Jesus, I saw something completely different.
Look at the Dakota 38.
I had heard repeatedly about their persecution and ex*****on. What I had NEVER been taught was their encounter with Christ.
While awaiting death, they were ministered to and, according to the historical accounts and testimony I encountered, all but one accepted Jesus Christ as Lord and Savior.
They walked toward death shaking hands with their captors and forgiving them, while Dakota Christian tradition remembers them going toward the gallows singing “Many and Great, O God.”
And generations later, descendants connected to that history are still proclaiming Christ in ministry.
Then there is François Cassam, a medicine man from Cass Lake who gave his life to Jesus Christ, whose descendants generations later became ministers of Christ in Red Lake still operating out of the church currently. The promise is still flowing as of today.
THAT is Indigenous history too. And there’s so many more stories of Christ redeeming families.
We constantly talk about what flows through bloodlines:
Trauma. Bo***ge. Wounds. Destruction. Death.
But what happens when Jesus enters a bloodline?
Redemption. Forgiveness. Freedom. LIFE.
We talk endlessly about generational trauma while ignoring generational testimony.
Our people knew there was a Creator before colonization.
Jesus did not arrive with Europeans.
“In the beginning was the Word…” John 1:1
No race owns Jesus.
And Scripture itself shows that people can have spiritual scales preventing them from recognizing their Messiah.
Indigenous people can have scales too.
So I have one question:
Who taught you your history, and what spirit was shaping the lens through which they taught it?
Because hurt can tell you true facts while still keeping you from seeing the whole truth.
Look at the fruit.
Hatred. Division. Bo***ge. Perversion. Destruction. Death.
Versus:
Love. Joy. Peace. Patience. Kindness. Goodness. Faithfulness. Gentleness. Self Control.
One lead to: Repentance. Forgiveness. Redemption. Freedom. LIFE.
“Wherefore by their fruits ye shall know them.” Matthew 7:20
My bloodline is not my crown.
My ancestors are not my Savior.
Jesus Christ is.
Jesus didn’t take my Indigeneity away.
He took the scales off my eyes.
And when those scales came off, I could finally distinguish between the darkness that harmed my people and the Christ who has been redeeming people within our bloodlines for generations.
Jesus was never the enemy. Jesus is The Savior 🤍🌹
