Gifting Sand Creek
Sand Creek was the site of a horrific slaughter of Arapaho and Cheyenne on November 29, 1864. I had been wanting to go there for a while, but it wasn’t until I found a connected spot in Boulder that I realized how important this event was. There is an official park there now that is co-managed by the US government and members of the Cheyenne and Arapaho tribes.
On June 12, my friend Carla, her daughter and I drove the 3 hr. trek to the official site. Because this site is considered sacred, I could not just throw tbs randomly around. Instead, I got permission from the ranger to leave several in the main visitor areas.
The large HHG above overlooks the main massacre site. We hid a bunch behind the various signs, including the area below, where the tribes have reburied some of the remains that were stolen. Did I mention this massacre was horrific? After the slaughter, the soldiers mutilated and then paraded their victims’ body parts around Denver. The leader of the massacre, Chivington, by the way, was the first Grand Master of the Masons in Colorado–still honored by his brethren. Conversely, a century and a half later, the tribes struggle to recover their ancestors’ remains. What few remains the tribes have recovered are buried here, the area bordered by four corner posts. I ardently hope the tribes can get back all remains, so they can be buried appropriately.
After gifting what areas we could, we then left a bag of tb’s with one of the rangers for tribal members to distribute at their discretion. According to the park ranger, a special council meets once a year to go through all the gifts left on the site. They then bury the ones they see fit at the location, which would be ideal for the orgonite. That should have happened sometime in August. After leaving the site, we found a plaque at the location where the soldiers gathered on the hill right before the massacre. We gifted that area. Adding in some random giftings en route, we distributed about 50 pieces in total.
Boosting Sand Creek
After the gifting spree the chat group spent a several sessions boosting the site and the related soul wells, which were extensive. That night Carla’s daughter started having dreams about an elderly native woman who was at the site. The woman felt extremely sad and overwrought about the two grandsons she had been trying to protect. She drew a picture of the grandmother trying to capture her emotions (on left).
Carla put a tb on the picture and the group boosted the picture as well. A couple days later my friend’s daughter had another dream of the woman and her grandsons, who seemed happier. She drew another picture (right).
Gifting the Boulder Powwow
Last weekend I also had the opportunity to give a bunch of orgonite at the Boulder Valley Indigenous Peoples Day Powwow (formerly Columbus Day), where many tribes, including Arapaho, had gathered. First, with permission from the artist, I buried 3 tb’s at a mural remembering the many thousands of Murdered and Missing Indigenous Women (#MMIW). I didn’t realize this was such an epidemic, but will now try to raise awareness. And boost.
The next day I found the Spiritual Advisor to the Boulder Powwow, and after a bit of confusion, handed out about half of my 180 tb’s to the women there. The other half went to a woman I met at the end, who knew what orgonite was and promised to make sure the remaining tb’s were put to good use.
Lastly, a public thank you to Lee Plenty Wolf, who allowed me to do that distribution, to the unnamed woman who helped at the end, to Carla and her daughter, and the chat group that had my back throughout: Charles, Frode, Yu, Ed, and Edward.