Magicthe Soul Returns to Wounded Knee Valley

Bury My Heart at Wounded KneeThe soul returns to Wounded Knee As long as the rivers flow, the grass grows, and the trees have leaves, the Black Hills of South Dakota will always be sacred to the Sioux Nation. Our skin is as red as hell, we are filthy pagans, we are poisonous insects, we are beasts, we are demons. All things have spirits, the sacred sun, the cunning coyote, the ferocious white eagle, the brave black bear, the loyal red horse, and the aggressive bison. Wake up, fallen heroes. —————— Romilda Sitting Bull was a mixed-race African-American and Aboriginal girl from Detroit. In the summer of 1989, she lost her mother, who was dependent on her. She was left helpless and had to seek refuge with her Sioux father in South Dakota. What she didn't expect was that what was waiting for her was a group of angry ghosts. What were they trying to do? Rebirth or destruction? Intention: All things have animism, and things will turn to their extremes