Sounds like this old NA prophecy is about us, the New Seminole. If you read my books, you know just about every race made up our ragtag band of renegades. You don't have to be a full-blooded Seminole or Native American to be one of us. You just gotta care about the world you live in and are crazy enough to join up with us to protect it. And avenge it.
The New Seminole, before our devastating loses at Rendezvous Point deep in the Everglades, was a real "rainbow coalition" with roots in hippie culture thanks to its passed founder and my father-in-law Busimanolotome Osceola. Here's a guy who won the Purple Heart from Uncle Sam who came back and "rediscovered" his true Seminole self. And Hair, the "American tribal love rock musical." I didn't know how much he liked the musical until I asked his 14-year-old daughter Gerryragni what her name meant in Muskogee. She told me it meant "Hair." I thought, WTF, I knew Busi was certifiable, but naming your only daughter "Hair" seemed over-the-top even by his standards. Later Nokosee told me his sister was named after one of the co-writers of the musical: Gerome Ragni. Anyway, whenever I hear "The Flesh Failures" from Hair, I think about Busi and what could have been. Not just for the New Seminole, but all of us. Give it a listen. It is muy powerful.
Holatte-Sutv Turwv Osceola.