When the Earth is sick, the animals will begin to disappear, when that happens, The Warriors of the Rainbow will come to save them.

We know that the white man does not understand our ways. One portion of land is the same to him as the next, for he is a stranger who comes in the night and takes from the land whatever he needs. The earth is not his brother, but his enemy, and when he has conquered it, he moves on.

How can your God become our God and renew our prosperity and awaken in us dreams of returning greatness?

All things are bound together. All things connect.

Your God loves your people and hates mine; he folds his strong arms lovingly around the white man and leads him as a father leads his infant son, but he has forsaken his red children; he makes your people wax strong every day, and soon they will fill the land; while my people are ebbing away like a fast-receding tide, that will never flow again. The white man's God cannot love his red children or he would protect them. They seem to be orphans who can look nowhere for help.

When the green hills are covered with talking wires and the wolves no longer sing, what good will the money you paid for our land be then

Man does not weave this web of life. He is merely a strand of it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself.