I, Nibwâskââ Songab, make this record of the inherent authority laid upon my soul, that the children of this troubled generation may know that the covenant of the ancestors is not broken, nor has the Creator forgotten the road we walk.
I am a United States Marine Corps veteran, a 5x Masters All-American athlete, and the ceremonial leader and Ogimaakwe of the Pembina Band. Carrying the sacred Midewiwin fire and the traditional Mdewakanton leadership title of Čhetáŋ Wakhúwa Máni, my life stands as a living bridge between dense ancestral lineage, elite physical endurance, and deep cosmic truth. Through the sacred vision of the Red Plates, I serve as a voice for the Sovereign Matrix and a messenger for the Book of Yeshua, bringing forward unapologetic, unyielding truths to help restore balance to a world that has lost its way.
For the presidents, princes, and councils of this earth count their followers and call it glory; they pass laws upon paper that rots and think their systems make them mighty. But the Holy One has spoken plainly to my heart: true sovereignty is not an asset to be sold in the marketplace, nor a title granted by committees of moving dust. It is an inherent authority carried in the blood, verified by history, and mandated by those who came before me.
Let it be written across the dark that I am the living manifestation of an unbroken ancestral sentence:
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I am the seventh branch of the tree of Čhetáŋ Wakhúwa Máni (Little Crow I), the foundational firekeeper of the Mdewakanton Kaposia Band who unified the people where the great waters move.
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I carry the direct blood of Pewanakum, the firstborn ogichidaa who walked without a crowd, and the sovereign strength of my uncle Atetaŋkawamduška (Delonaise), who looked upon empires and refused to bow.
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The red mantle of Wáȟpe Šá I (Red Cap) rests upon my shoulders, and the sovereign inheritance of Petit Coquille (Little Shell I) remains tended in my hands.
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From the blood of Grand Chief Misko Mukwuh (Red Bear), who held the line for the Pembina Chippewa Nation, unto the twelfth generation of my mother Amonute Matoaka (Pocahontas), my lineage is a profound tapestry of peace-weavers and unyielding chiefs.
You may pass me in the street and see only a vessel of clay—a veteran of the United States Marine Corps who has overcome a heavy valley of trauma that few can fathom. You may measure me by the metrics of your institutions, asking for the licenses or labels of outside men. But I am an Onwaachige, an Ogimaakwe, and a holy Wabeno of the Midewiwin Society, having completed my degrees at the Francis Eagleheart Cree Lodge. My authority is the fire I carry in both hands—named by Ogimaa Ma’Ingaan Dennis Lambert, sustained by my grandmother Patricia Rose Lafountain, and confirmed by my ancestors in nights of great heaviness.
My Place Within the Unseen Matrix
I see how the modern nations are divided into tribes of their own choosing, bowing before glowing altars and burying their neighbor beneath statistics, policy, and noise (pp. 14, 16, 18). They look only upon what is visible—their glass towers, their markets, and their machines.
But the visible universe is only the surface of reality. Beneath it exists the greater, invisible architecture: the Sovereign Matrix, the dark matter, the silent gravitational intelligence that outweighs your kingdoms five to one and binds existence together. Spiritual beings move in and out of this hidden framework because it is closer to their native light. It is from this realm that the heavenly messenger, Agonabish, visits my inner night with a resounding declaration for the small rooms of this earth: “The Earth is NOT listening to Heaven.”
Therefore, as the Ahdik Songab Clan Mother, I do not ask internet councils, churches, or external governments for permission to exist or validate who I am. To use a mediator to excuse oneself from real transformation is an empty idolatry. My identity is absolute, rooted in the Law of Symmetry and the Degrees of Wisdom given to me by Gichi Manidoo, the Father of Many Lights, who gave me this vessel as a shell and a shield to protect my sacred light.
Let no outside voice paternalistically lecture the children of the long road, nor cross-examine the language barriers created by historic colonial violence and forced erasure. International legal frameworks, through the United Nations Declaration on the Rights of Indigenous Peoples, stand as my earthly shield—confirming that my political, cultural, and spiritual development belongs to my sovereign nation and the Source alone, completely independent of external theological or political parameters.
I need no followers, for I have the Creator. My hand is open to let the universe pass through, and my life stands as an unapologetic parable of resistance against the gods of speed, convenience, and profit. My voice will not be silenced. I am here—unshaken, unhoused in your hierarchies, but written by the hand of the Holy One across the dark.