After I was chased into death, gunned down and suffocated in the mud of the river - I rose away from my body.
The war machines stopped
The railway ties split
The lovers were united
The broken glass ceased its sting
The animals were fed
As I rose from my body, I joined in the chorus of myriad voices singing:
This is the sound of a mountain
This is the sound of a mountain
/// Some words scribbled down upon waking from the same dream. The T-shirt graphic is hand-drawn by me - a human. Call it what you want - late-stage c@pital!sm, neocoloni@l!sm, the milit@ry industr!al complex, the p@tr!arachy - let’s normalize calling out and dismantling the dysfunctional status quo in all the ways that we can. ///
I’ve made a small print run of these t-shirts, available in S, M, L on 100% cotton for $40. All profits go towards supporting the XAXE TEṈEW̱ Sacred Land Society’s Rematriate Stewardship Project. “Rematriate Stewardship Project is an initiative for Land Back to house Saltwater Salish women within our territory, to protect our right to learn our language, how to care for our land and water, heal through culture and being on the land and water, and to teach younger generations and our community these skills.”
To learn more about XAXE TEṈEW̱ visit https://xaxe.ca/about-us/ and follow their page Rematriate Stewardship Project .
For a closer look at the graphic and to order, visit: https://www.mehndinomadic.com/#/tshirts/ . This post is public, feel free to share.
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