About Restless Spirit

I can be reached at Cat West.

I respond to most of my emails, however, I reserve the right to not rspond to whack jobs. I keep all information confidential. For those who wish to attack, you'll either be ignored, or, if you are really clever, you'll end up on the Moron Squad page. Some insults are more entertaining than others. I share with the class.

This website was started because of the corruption I uncovered while examining the evidence, files and documents surround Eddie Peltier's murder, the investigation, the trial.

My eyes were opened as I came to realize that everything I thought I knew; about myself, about others; how the system does or does not work, was a lie.

The same people, Government Agencies and Departments that participated in that murder and coverup, are also involved in the ongoing corruption and abuses that not only affect those who have to live on the rez, but all of us, in more ways than we realize. We are all Related. We are all Connected.

The curtain of imaginary stereo types of Good and Evil, was lifted. What was revealed broke my heart, blew my mind and jarred my spirit, setting me on a solitary quest of revealing to everyone, that which had been revealed to me.

It was as if I had gotten up out of my seat at the movie theater and then realizing I had been, my whole life, watching a movie, so I went up to look behind the screen. A very different reality where the illusions are clearly visible in sight and sound, while the reality, the mechanics of it all cynically came into view.

All the dirt, all the dust; the reality staring back at me while the seductive lies and illusions tempted me to return to my seat and be quiet.

No sooner had I started than I realized that I had become a part of a dichotomy I had never realized existed before that journey began. I was now behind the screen upon which the illusions of Good & Evil, Right & Wrong, Them & Us, are cast.

I see how it works.

The only way I know to inform those who can only see the screen from their seats, watching as illusions are projected over and over again, reinforced by those who have kept us surrounded and infused with fiction, was to start beating my drum.

After a long while, I began to hear other drums. They had been drumming for a long time too. Sometimes we drum together, sometimes we don't. Now, there are many drums, many voices. Now, some of the fog has cleared and we can see and hear one another. We have never been alone.

"Shh! We're trying to watch the movie! It's our favorite movie! It tells us who we are. Hush!" I just drum louder.

You are here now. That means you heard the drums, the voices. It means you've had the dreams.

Now you are looking behind the curtain, and behind the screen. It takes awhile for your eyes to adjust, but you'll see it. We all will. The movie is coming to an end.

And we'll get up and walk out into the world, squinting against the lights, knowing that nothing will ever look the same to us again.