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Indian Support Association, Help The Indians.

Indiansk Støtteforening Har som hovedmål og hjelpe SIOUX Indianere som lever i ekstrem fattigdom,Ønsker du og bidra til en bedre Levestandard,se websiden

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Indiansk Støtteforening.

Hjertelig takk til alle som ønsker og være med i denne gruppen. All urbefolkning trenger oppmerksomhet og Støtte. Jeg har valgt og hjelpe Lakota Sioux Indianere i Sør Dakota og jeg har viet mitt liv for å bistå og hjelpe de som de hvite tok fra ALT.
Jeg er talsmann for Indianere og jeg vil alltid kjempe og tale for deres rett og rettferdighet.

Veldig mange har sterk kjærlighet og dragning til dette folkeslaget ,også har vi de andre som bare tar.
De ekte Indianerne Liker slett ikke at de hvite samt noen av deres egne, utvanner deres seremonier og deres Spiritualitet, de hvite som gjør det har knapt nok sett en ekte Indianer engang og har ihvertfall INGEN Respekt og Ydmykhet for deres Kultur. Mange har selv tatt til seg Indianske navn eller fått de på Trommereiser, meditasjoner, Etc. Vel, jeg vil ikke og kan ikke dømme, det er det andre som tar seg av ! Den aller største Indianer stammen som eksisterer er jo " wanna bee Indian"
Vær oppmerksom,veldig mange der ute utgir seg for og være noe annet enn det de er.

Jeg for min del har fått Mitt Navn I seremoni Av Lakota Sioux Indianere. "Chante Luta" som betyr Indianer Hjerte " Redheart" Jeg heter det i folkeregistret.

Jeg mener det er Høyst Nødvendig og Bistå denne kulturen, så ikke den og språket forsvinner.

Ønsker du og lese om våre prosjekter og kanskje bli en representant eller Donor ?
se vår hjemmeside : http://helptheindians.com

Vi Alle har så Utrolig mye å Lære fra Indianere og De fortjener Stor Respekt.

HUSK: Indianerne er også Mennesker og ikke Maskoter.

I sterk Kjærlighet Ydmykhet og Respekt Olav Redheart :-)

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Gunnhild R Kommentert av Gunnhild R den 12 februar 2009 kl. 2.12
Det er lite man får vite om hvilke kår indianerne lever under i dag..... En stor takk til deg, for at du deler din informasjon med oss, og jeg har stor respekt for din innsats! Jeg sitter med en følelse av at indianerne er et glemt folk i forhold til det som skjer i verden i dag....
Lykke til!!
Mvh
Gunnhild
Laila Gabrielsen Kommentert av Laila Gabrielsen den 28 januar 2009 kl. 19.47
Jeg synes det hadde vært greit å informere om gjeldende regler uten å angripe noen. Jeg syns det var vel så grovt. Syns man skal vise respekt både for indianere og vanlige nordmenn, jeg.
Carina Ballerina Kommentert av Carina Ballerina den 28 januar 2009 kl. 17.41
Hei alle venner.
Jeg legger meg flat. Dette har jeg ikke forstått nok om. Det er min personlige uvitenhet som er årsaken.

Beklager.
Vennlig hilsen Karin
AnjaRa Kommentert av AnjaRa den 28 januar 2009 kl. 17.17
Hei Olav:) Flott jobb du gjør altså! Jeg er imponert over din kapasitet, og hva du får gjort!
Flott at du tok tak i den annonseringen med en gang, Olav. Jeg ble så rystet at jeg følte meg tråkket på selv og skjønte ikke hvordan i all verden det kunne skje!
Da kan jeg bare innbille meg hvordan det har føltes for dere som står midt i det!

Love, Respect, Light and Peace,
AnjaRa
Olav RedHeart. Kommentert av Olav RedHeart. den 21 januar 2009 kl. 10.15
http://www.liveleak.com/view?i=1d4_1223937532
Dyveke Winge Kommentert av Dyveke Winge den 13 januar 2009 kl. 12.13
oi, det var sterke ord. May God bless.

Olav RedHeart. Kommentert av Olav RedHeart. den 13 januar 2009 kl. 11.44
Declaration of War Against Exploiters of Lakota Spirituality

First of all;

* We “Indian Support Association” did not write this declaration. It was written by Lakota/Dakota/Nakota Spiritual people.
* We do however support, and we encourage others to support, each and every word written here.


Elders don't get around the internet like we do, so they are only partly aware of all the exploitation going on. Support those who wrote these words making it known to the exploiters - we know who and what they are, we do not approve, we are watching, and we are notifying others. Above all else, BOYCOTT the fakes and make sure your friends do not fall victim to them!

At the Lakota Summit V, an international gathering of US and Canadian Lakota, Dakota and Nakota Nations, about 500 representatives from 40 different tribes and bands of the Lakota unanimously passed a "Declaration of War Against Exploiters of Lakota Spirituality." The following declaration was unanimously passed on June 10, 1993.
Declaration of War

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WHEREAS we are the conveners of an ongoing series of comprehensive forums on the abuse and exploitation of Lakota spirituality; and

*

WHEREAS we represent the recognized traditional spiritual leaders, traditional elders, and grassroots advocates of the Lakota people; and

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WHEREAS for too long we have suffered the unspeakable indignity of having our most precious Lakota ceremonies and spiritual practices desecrated, mocked and abused by non-Indian "wannabes," hucksters, cultists, commercial profiteers and self-styled "New Age shamans" and their followers; and

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WHEREAS with horror and outrage we see this disgraceful expropriation of our sacred Lakota traditions has reached epidemic proportions in urban areas throughout the country; and

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WHEREAS our precious Sacred Pipe is being desecrated through the sale of pipestone pipes at flea markets, powwows, and "New Age" retail stores; and

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WHEREAS pseudo-religious corporations have been formed to charge people money for admission into phony "sweatlodges" and "vision quest" programs; and

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WHEREAS sacrilegious "sundances" for non-Indians are being conducted by charlatans and cult leaders who promote abominable and obscene imitations of our sacred Lakota sundance rites; and

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WHEREAS non-Indians have organized themselves into imitation "tribes," assigning themselves make-believe "Indian names" to facilitate their wholesale expropriation and commercialization of our Lakota traditions; and

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WHEREAS academic disciplines have sprung up at colleges and universities institutionalizing the sacrilegious imitation of our spiritual practices by students and instructors under the guise of educational programs in "shaminism;" and

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WHEREAS non-Indian charlatans and "wannabes" are selling books that promote the systematic colonization of our Lakota spirituality; and

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WHEREAS the television and film industry continues to saturate the entertainment media with vulgar, sensationalist and grossly distorted representations of Lakota spirituality and culture which reinforce the public's negative stereotyping of Indian people and which gravely impair the self-esteem of our children; and

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WHEREAS individuals and groups involved in "the New Age Movement," in "the men's movement," in "neo-paganism" cults and in "shamanism" workshops all have exploited the spiritual traditions of our Lakota people by imitating our ceremonial ways and by mixing such imitation rituals with non-Indian occult practices in an offensive and harmful pseudo-religious hodgepodge; and

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WHEREAS the absurd public posturing of this scandalous assortment of psuedo-Indian charlatans, "wannabes," commercial profiteers, cultists and "New Age shamans" comprises a momentous obstacle in the struggle of traditional Lakota people for an adequate public appraisal of the legitimate political, legal and spiritual needs of real Lakota people; and

*

WHEREAS this exponential exploitation of our Lakota spiritual traditions requires that we take immediate action to defend our most precious Lakota spirituality from further contamination, desecration and abuse;

THEREFORE WE RESOLVE AS FOLLOWS:

1. We hereby and henceforth declare war against all persons who persist in exploiting, abusing and misrepresenting the sacred traditions and spiritual practices of our Lakota, Dakota and Nakota people.
2. We call upon all our Lakota, Dakota and Nakota brothers and sisters from reservations, reserves, and traditional communities in the United States and Canada to actively and vocally oppose this alarmingtake-over and systematic destruction of our sacred traditions.
3. We urge our people to coordinate with their tribal members livingin urban areas to identify instances in which our sacred traditions are being abused, and then to resist this abuse, utilizing whatever specific tactics are necessary and sufficient --for example: demonstrations, boycotts, press conferences, and acts of direct intervention.
4. We especially urge all our Lakota, Dakota, and Nakota people totake action to prevent our own people from contributing to and enabling the abuse of our sacred ceremonies and spiritual practices by outsiders; for, as we all know, there are certain ones among our own people who are prostituting our spiritual ways for their own selfish gain, with no regard for the spiritual well-being of the people as a whole.
5. We assert a posture of zero-tolerance for any "white man's shaman"who rises from within our own communities to "authorize" the expropriation of our ceremonial ways by non-Indians; all such "plastic medicine men" are enemies of the Lakota, Dakota and Nakota people.
6. We urge traditional people, tribal leaders, and governing councils of all other Indian nations, to join us in calling for an immediate end to this rampant exploitation of our respective American Indian sacred traditions by issuing statements denouncing such abuse; for it is not the Lakota, Dakota and Nakota people alone whose spiritual practices are being systematically violated by non-Indians.
7. We urge all our Indian brothers and sisters to act decisively andboldly in our present campaign to end the destruction of our sacred traditions, keeping in mind our highest duty as Indian people: to preserve the purity of our precious traditions for our future generations, so that our children and our children's children will survive and prosper in the sacred manner intended for each of our respective peoples by our Creator.

Wilmer Stampede Mesteth; (Oglala Lakota); Traditional Spiritual Leader & Lakota Culture Instructor; Oglala Lakota College, Pine Ridge, SouthDakota

Darrell Standing Elk; (Sicangu Lakota); President, Center for the
SPIRIT, San Francisco, California, & Pine Ridge, South Dakota

Phyllis Swift Hawk; (Kul Wicasa Lakota); Tiospaye Wounspe Waokiye;
Wanblee, South Dakota
Olav RedHeart. Kommentert av Olav RedHeart. den 6 desember 2008 kl. 17.22
On The Anger

There is no Indian alive who dares to think too much on the past. If we looked too long at the past we would be too angry to live. You try to make it up to us by making us into heroes and wise people in all your movies and books. That's fine for you. But I can still go to a museum and see my grandmother's skull in a case and hear someone talk about it as an artifact.

And sometimes I think about all the wars between my people and your people. Those white men that fought us were men without families, lots of them. They weren't your best people. Many of them were brutal and stupid. They did terrible things because it was fun.

My people never had a chance. We were families. We were in our homes, with our old people and our babies. And the soldiers attacked us. They attacked our homes and killed our elders and our children. Then your people have the nerve to talk about massacres by the Indians.

We did kill innocent people. I know that. It happened when our young men got angry at what was happening to the old people and the children, when they were starving or being killed. The young men would get so angry they wouldn't listen to the old men. The old men knew we couldn't win and that more white people would come and there would just be more killing. But the young men were so angry that they attacked anyone.

If you saw your father lying on his bed too weak to stand up because he was starving, or you saw your baby crying all the time because she was hungry, and you knew it was because someone took their food away from them, wouldn't you be angry?

What if some men came through and killed your grandmother and didn't have a reason? They just did it, then they laughed and rode away. And you stood there and looked at her cut up or shot. Can you tell me you wouldn't be angry?

I don't blame my people who ambushed the white soldiers or even raided the homes of the settlers. I don't say it was right. I just say I understand. We lost everything. Your government sent heartless, greedy men to keep us under control, and they lied and raped and stole from us, and they could kill us for any reason and it was okay. What if someone raped your little sister? That happened all the time. What if someone took your wife and slit open her belly and pulled out your unborn child, then laid it on the ground like a trophy, still attached to her dead mother? That happened, too.

See, we weren't even people. Did you know that? The Catholic church even held a conference to determine if we were people or not. In their great wise religion they thought they should decide if we were people or animals. That's the way we were thought of and treated. It was okay to do anything to us.

We were taught that the old people and the babies were the closest to God, and it was for them that we lived. And your people came in and killed them. We had to do what we could to protect our old people and our families, and we couldn't because your soldiers broke into our houses and killed them when they couldn't get away.

It wasn't the same when we fought the other tribes. They respected the old people and the children, too. When we fought each other there were some things more important than the fight. The greatest act of bravery was to touch your enemy —to 'count coup' upon him— not to kill him. But not for your soldiers. They just wanted to kill us.

Now there are skulls of my grandparents in museums, and sacred blankets and drums on walls of museums for rich people to look at. You go there and talk about how sacred it is. You call it sacred because you don't have anything of your own that's sacred. But it's not sacred, because you took the sacred out of it, just like you take the sacred out of everything, and now we can hardly feel it ourselves anymore. You killed our people and you took what was sacred to us, and then you told us that's what proved you were better than we were.

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There is no more time for fighting. Our anger must be buried. If I cannot bury mine, it will be for my children to bury theirs. And if they cannot bury theirs, it will be for their children, or their children's children. We are prisoners of our hearts, and only time will free us.

Your people must learn to give up their arrogance. They are not the only ones placed on this earth. Theirs is not the only way. People have worshipped the Creator and loved their families in many ways in all places. Your people must learn to honor this.

It is your gift to have material power. You have much strength not given to other people. Can you share it, or can you use it only to get more? That is your challenge —to find the way to share your gift, because it is a strong and dangerous one.

It is my people who must stand as the shadow that reminds you of your failures. It is our memory that must keep you on the good road. It does you no good to pretend that we did not exist, and that you did not destroy us. This was our land. We will always be here. You can no more remove our memory than you can hide the sun by putting your hand over your eyes.
Olav RedHeart. Kommentert av Olav RedHeart. den 6 desember 2008 kl. 17.09
The Morning Star:


It was a warm summers night and many of the Indians had forsaken their airless tipis to steep under the open sky among the cool, sweet smelling prairie grass. One, a young girl called Feather Woman, awoke early, it was not yet dawn, and the morning star had just begun to rise above the distant horizon. The girl propped herself on one elbow and watched the star as it climbed steadily into the dark sky. She thought that she had never seen anything quite so beautiful.

"I love the morning star," she whispered to herself.

"How clear and bright it is. If only I could find a husband half as handsome as that star, how happy I should be!" Her loving gaze followed the star until it faded into the paler light of the coming day.

The camp was busy that summer. The buffalo were plentiful and there was always meat to be cooked and dried, and skins to be dressed and made into warm clothing for the winter. There was little time to be fanciful and Feather Woman thought no more about the morning star.

She thought no more, that is, until one day in autumn when she left the camp to collect firewood. Intent on her task, she wandered far from the camp. Suddenly, she became aware that she was no longer alone. A young man, a stranger, stood before her. He was tall and handsome, dressed in a robe of soft white buckskin embroidered with porcupine quills. He wore eagle feathers in his hair and in one hand he carried a small juniper bush festooned with cobwebs.

Startled, Feather Woman turned to flee, but the young man caught her arm and said gently, "Wait, Feather Woman, do you not recognize me? I am morning Star. One night in summer I looked down and saw you lying among the grass by your tipi. I fell in love with you then and heard you say that you loved me too. Do not return to your village. Forget your own people. Come with me now to the sky, to the land of the Star People."

Feather Woman looked at him shyly and knew that she loved him now as she had loved him on that summer night when she had watched him rise, bright and shining, into the sky. And although it grieved her to leave her parents and friends with no word of farewell, she agreed to go with him as he asked.

Morning Star laid the juniper bush on the ground before her. He told her to place her feet on the lowest strand of the cobweb and to close her eyes tightly. Feather Woman felt herself being carried swiftly upwards and when she reopened her eyes, she found herself in the Star Country, Morning Star by her side.

It was a land very like the earth below. On all sides the grassy plains rolled away to meet the distant hills. Here and there lay circles of tipis, the smoke from their campfires drifting into the clear air.

Morning Star pointed to a tipi which stood nearby. "That is the lodge of Spiderman," he said, "it is he who weaves the ladders by which the Star People travel between earth and sky. Tread warily here, lest you damage his webs." Then he led Feather Woman to the large splendid tipi which was the home of his parents, Sun and Moon.

As it was still day Sun was on his travels, but Moon was at home and welcomed her son's bride kindly, offering her refreshment of water and berries. While Feather woman ate, however, Moon drew Morning Star aside.

"I fear that your father will not approve of this marriage," she said with a worried frown. "Take care that she does not anger him, for he is a stern man. and will not hesitate to banish her if she does wrong."

When Sun returned in the evening, he was indeed far from pleased to see his son's new wife. He had no very high opinion of the Earth People, considering them weak and stupid, but, despite his misgivings, he greeted Feather Woman courteously. "Learn our customs, daughter," he said gruffly, "and obey our laws, and you will be happy here."

Feather Woman was nervous of Sun, but she grew to love the kind and gentle Moon. Moon instructed her in all the ways of the Star People. She taught how to tan deerskins so that they became as soft and white as snow, and how to extract the juices of herbs and flowers to make colorful dyes. She gave her a digging stick of ash wood, sharpened and hardened in the fire, and showed her where to hunt out the edible plants and roots which nestled close to the earth - the wild potato and turnip, the camus root, the milk vetch, and the evening primrose.

For a long time Morning Star and Feather Woman lived happily together in the Star Country. When their son Star Boy was born, their happiness was complete.

One day, as Moon and Feather Woman were out gathering roots and berries, the girl noticed a very large turnip half-buried in the ground. It was so enormous that its green leafy top came almost to her waist.

Moon, following her gaze, said, "Take care! That is one root which you must never touch, for it is sacred to the Star. People and great sorrow and distress will come to anyone who tries to uproot it. You must leave it where it is."

In the days that followed, Feather woman frequently passed by the giant turnip, but although she wondered much about it, she was mindful of Moon's warning and left it well alone. One day, Moon fell ill. She lay on her bed pale and wan, and so Feather Woman took her digging stick and went to gather roots on her own. By chance, she found herself once more by the giant turnip. She gazed at it, speculating on what lay beneath it.

"What secret can it hide?" she wondered. "Perhaps it is a great treasure of some kind. Surely it would do no harm to peep below, only for a moment. If I replaced it very carefully, no one need ever know that I had disturbed it."

Her curiosity at last got the better of her, and she drove her digging stick into the earth at the base of the root ant pushed with all her might. She gripped the tall green top with both hands and tugged as hard as she could, but, in spite of her efforts, the turnip remained immovable. When she finally paused for breath it was as firmly rooted as before.

She was about to give up the struggle when two large white cranes swooped from the sky and landed beside her. "Your poor digging stick will never move I hat great root!" cried one. "Let us help you. Our strong beaks will soon have it out." Feather Woman accepted their offer gratefully, for she was not to know that the cranes were the sworn enemies of the Star People. One of their favorite tricks was to tear down the ladders woven by Spider Man so that the stars tumbled to earth and were killed. The Indians believed that the puff-balls which they found on the ground were the remains of stars which had fallen from the sky in this way. The cranes began to lever and prod with their long, sharp beaks until at last the great turnip, creaking and groaning, was loosened from its bed of earth and with a mighty crash, rolled over on its side.

"There!" cried the cranes triumphantly. "Now you can see what lies below," and they flew off, delighting in the damage they had caused.

Where the giant turnip had been, there was now a huge crater. Feather Woman knelt down and peered into it. Far, far below lay her old home, the earth. She saw the wide prairies, the woods, rivers and mountains. She saw men hunting buffalo and girls gathering berries on the hillsides. In the camps the women were tanning skins or preparing food, while the children played between the tipis. The smoke from the campfires rose up to her and she heard again the voices of her own people. Homesickness overcame her and she longed to return.

Night was falling when she finally turned away. She rolled the giant turnip back into place as best she could and with a heavy heart, made her way home.

Her sad and guilty face aroused Sun's suspicions at once and he demanded to know what had happened. When he learned the truth, he flew into a terrible rage.

"I knew that no good would come of this!" he stormed, stamping the ground so that the whole tipi shook with his fury. "Have I not always said that Earth People were not to be trusted? They are all the same, these creatures, constantly meddling in what does not concern them!" He towered over Feather Woman and she shrank back in terror. "Well, my girl, since you like to look at the earth, you had better return there. You cannot remain here any longer."

Morning Star and Moon pleaded with him and Feather Woman wept bitter tears of remorse, but Sun remained implacable. Feather Woman was banished from the Star Country forever.

Sadly, Morning Star led his wife to where Spider Man wove gauze ladders. He put Star Boy in her arms and wrapped a white buffalo robe around them both. Spider Man fastened a strong line about her and let her down from the sky.

It was evening and the Indians sat by their tipis resting after their day's work. Suddenly a boy pointed upwards. "Look!" he cried. "A shooting star!" and the people saw a bright light descending from the sky. They ran to where it fell and there they found Feather Woman and her son, wrapped in the white buffalo robe. They recognized her as the girl who long ago had gone to gather firewood and had never returned, and they led her back to her father's tipi.

So Feather Woman came back to her own people, but she found no happiness there. She thought constantly of her husband and her home in the distant star Country. Every night, with Star Boy on her breast, she climbed far up into the western hills and sat, waiting and watching until Morning Star came into view. She longed to speak to him, but he seemed so cold and distant that for a long time she did not dare.

At last, she plucked up her courage and cried out, "Morning Star, my husband! Forgive me! Take me back." Morning Star looked down at her. "Too late, too late," he answered sorrowfully. "You disobeyed. You can never return," and he went on his way.

Lonely and unhappy, Feather Woman grew paler and thinner day by day, until finally she died, her heart broken.
Olav RedHeart. Kommentert av Olav RedHeart. den 6 desember 2008 kl. 14.01
Kjære Medmenneske, Hva med å gi en Jule gave som Virkelig varmer til de
som Veldig Lite Har.


Vi i Indiansk Støtteforening har igjen startet et donasjons program for
Lakota Indianere i Sør Dakota, nærmere bestemt i Pine Ridge Og Cheyenne
River Reservatene, der det fortsatt er mange som mangler elektriske
Varmeovner. Vi i Indiansk Støtteforening samt en av våre nærmeste
samarbeids partnere One Spirit organization i USA vil i tillegg kjøpe
Fyringsved, da det er noen som foretrekker det, det vil også bli kjøpt inn
Ulltepper til de som trenger det.
Varme klær er selvsagt også Nødvendig

Sist vinter klarte vi å kjøpe flere hundre ovner for 300 Nok pr stk. Denne
prisen vil dekke innkjøp per ovn denne vinteren også. Vi Har reservert 800
ovner fra Leverandøren for denne sesongen.

Indianerne som Lever i reservatene er Veldig engstelig for den kommende
vinteren. Levestandarden er katastrofal.
I begynnelsen av november opplevde Indianerne i Disse områder, den verst
Storm på over 100 år, og det medførte store ødeleggelser, bla flere tusen
strøm stolper ble meiet ned og de fleste var uten strøm i over 2 uker,
noen liv gikk også dessverre tapt. Det var og er krise tilstand der borte
og hjelpen haster!!
Det er INGEN hjelp og få fra det byråkratiet som er i USA, det vil vel
antagelig fortsette og det er meget bekymringsverdig.
Så for dere som ønsker å bidra til at Indianerne får mer verdig hverdag og
varme i kropp og sjel kan dere bruke Donasjons knapp som ligger øversts på
web, www.helptheindians.com
Eller.
Donasjoner kan også gjøres direkte til vår Donasjonskonto i Cultura Bank:
1254.05.40991.
Alle donasjoner, uansett beløp vil bli meget høyt verdsatt.

Vi oppfordrer og sende den epost videre. Hvis vi er mange som jobber mot
samme mål kan vi klare og hjelpe mange


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