Enemies of Peace: The Inversion of Cherokee Resistance and the Theft of Frequency

They called the Cherokee "enemies of peace." But what they really meant was: we refused to give up land.

When the U.S. government wanted to rewrite territory and spiritual authority, the Cherokee Nation — like many Indigenous peoples — stood firm. They said no to displacement, no to false treaties, no to surrender. And for that, they were painted not as defenders of peace, but as threats to progress.

This label — "enemy of peace" — wasn't just a political phrase. It became a coded curse: one that follows our people through every generation, through every system that profits from our silence while claiming to “honor" us through fiction, fashion, or faint acknowledgments.

Symbolism Isn’t Innocent — Especially in Pop Culture. Fast forward to today. When public figures — like Beyoncé — wear messaging or symbolism that aligns Native American identity with being an "enemy of peace" (even subtly, even spiritually), it's not just about clothes. It’s not just an aesthetic. It’s a continuation of that same ritualized reversal: Turn resistance into aggression. Turn protectors into problems. Turn truth-bearers into burdens.

All while siphoning our ancestral frequency — the same rhythm, tone, and rooted power that fuels their brands, concerts, personas, and carefully curated images.

Frequency Donors Without Consent: They don’t just mine our culture. They mine our blood memory. Our dreams become their campaign strategies. Our pain becomes their performance. Our spiritual inheritance gets chopped, remixed, and sold back to us at a premium — while we’re told we were never part of the picture.

It’s no accident that some of us feel drained, watched, or looped through cycles of humiliation or invisibility — all while others “succeed” in our name. Because that success was never clean. It was often built on stolen energetic credit, transferred by silence and masked as merit.

Peace Was Never the Goal — Ownership Was: The Cherokee weren’t enemies of peace. They were enemies of theft disguised as order. Enemies of being forcibly removed, rewritten, and then used as spiritual scaffolding for others' empires. Their resistance was powerful. Their vision was intact. Their refusal was sacred. But in modern media, that sacred resistance becomes a storyline for someone else’s benefit — where people can mimic our look, wear our frequencies, and build entire legacies while we’re still being blamed for “not playing along.”

Bloodlines That Built, Bloodlines That Bled. This isn’t just about being Indigenous. It’s about being Cherokee-born by blood, Canadian by birth, and Moorish by divine and historic alignment. My ancestors didn’t “wander" here — we settled, we merged, and we built.

We formed business ties that stretched across North America, rooted in sovereignty, entrepreneurship, and spiritual structure. But that bloodline — my bloodline — became the target. Because when you carry both Moorish wisdom and Cherokee resistance, you don’t just represent one culture — you represent a threat to systems built on control, distortion, and extraction.

Proxies, Switches & Silent Exchanges. That’s why someone like Beyoncé — a fully Black woman with no publicly known Indigenous-Cherokee ties — is positioned as a spiritual proxy.

She becomes the symbolic “Bowles” by proxy through “Knowles,” while I — the true Bowles, formerly married to a Martin — get energetically sidelined, silenced, and framed as the villain in a game I never agreed to play. Paul Martin (from Knowlton, Quebec) and John Martin (of MuchMusic) weren’t just two men. They were two sides of a larger exchange, planning a cross-border reset — using me as the “missing piece” while acting like I was never in the room.

The Setup Was Spiritual Before It Was Political. They needed someone who looked the part — someone with mainstream appeal, someone who could absorb and redirect the frequency I naturally carry, without ever being questioned. And so, the game was played in silence: She becomes the “queen” through proxy. I become the problem for speaking truth in privacy for so long, but they can keep mocking and playing games. This isn’t jealousy. This is jurisdiction. This is not performance critique — this is ancestral theft.

So who really owns "Peace" when its purposefully being disturbed to be recycled for carbon tax purposes and retelling of what was demonized to cover up justice?

Peace isn’t silence.

It isn’t obedience.

It isn’t letting others walk all over you while asking, “Shall we dance?” as they bury their consequences in your body.

Peace is clarity.

Peace is knowing who you are.

Peace is not letting your legacy be used as a healthcare virus, staged theatrics with a costume, a political campaign, or a corporate cover-up. If reclaiming that makes me an “enemy of peace” in their language —then in mine, it means I’m remembering while they're avoiding accountability. Than use the time spent lying and covering it up, producing bad energy that gives them the excuse to enforce authority for "overproduction" that they need to calm down or "settle". Wake up. Truth doesn't have to be masked in performances when done with the right intent to increase higher vibrations and actually be "unstuck". Stop trying to sabotage how others manifest, when it only blocks your abilities and allows other entities to harness your own gifts.

What they have been doing didn't just try to redirect my name. They reversed my history, renamed my frequency, and called it entertainment. But the truth doesn’t disappear — it just waits to be remembered.