PURVEYORS OF FINE SIGNS & TABULÆ
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Welcome to Dams Up Water’s Manufacturing Company (Mfg. Co.) of Nacotchtank, Powhatan Confederacy, Washita Nation (better known as Washington, D.C.). Dams Up Water (better known as Antarah) is a native Nacostine (Washingtonian) and scriber of fine hand-crafted signs since 2010. He has made signs, banners and other visual messaging media for Capital Fringe, DC51, Greenpeace, Climate Defiance, Nonviolence Direct, Muntu Meadows and others. Today Dams Up Water continues to manufacture, market and distribute an inimitable quality and style of signage to grassroots popular movements and clients. 

THE TALE OF DAMS UP WATER

The time has come for me to gather medicine.

Gary Farmer in Powwow Highway, first viewed 7/28/25, after having departed on such a journey 7/24/25.

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I was born Antarah, after the negro Arabian poet, in the country of the Nacotchtanck on the river Potowmack. I was so named by my father, Aldric, of the House of Crawley. My mother was born Bulinda of the House of Hereford in the south of the Powhatan states, on the river Dan. My father was born in Nacotchtanck to parents from the state of Powhatan, near the river James. Many generations have my ancestors dwelt in the Powhatan states which lie east of Appalachia in the mid-Atlantic region of the country of good hunting and large buffalo, which is called Washita or Ouachita.

My Roman name is ANTARVS and my Indian name is Dams-up-water. I founded the Most Honorable and Royal Number Seven Society of Cedar Hill (“Syllabees”), the issuer, establisher and authority of the “New Syllabus of this Age” in 2014. I purchased a Venetian plague doctor mask in Amsterdam, 2018, and later I burned it in a fire. I became the first and only president of the labor union of Court Reporters United. I personally delivered the syllabus to the United Grand Lodge of England, the United States House of Representatives, the Universal Negro Improvement Association, the 2024 Encampment at The George Washington University, the University of Montana at Mount Sentinel in Missoula, and the Jesuit Mission to the Flathead Nation known as St. Ignatius, among many free moors of the realm; thus did I serve them with due process for the benefit of humanity.

In February 2025, I traveled to the city of Memphis on the river Mississippi; it was on that journey I first encountered the beaver. It was there in Tennessee that I ornamented my vessel with the badge of the beaver and visited the beaver temple. Subsequently, in the selfsame year, while traveling in the country of the Salish, Pend d’Orielle and Kutenai tribes, I first heard the lore of the beaver medicine which was transmitted to man on Bear Butte. I traveled the Flathead country and I received the Beaver Hat on the north coast of the Flathead Lake by the grace of God. I followed the Glacier trail of McClintock and Siksikakoan, crossing the heights of the continental divide, over Logan’s Pass, down through St. Mary’s, and continued east through the country of the Blackfeet. I ate fry bread tacos at a Crow pow-wow among a thousand tipis in Little Big Horn. I made offerings to the Most High God at Devil’s Tower, Bear Butte, and the ancient city of Cahokia. I found a resting place for Odd Fellows in Sioux Falls.

While en route between the cities of Kansas City and St. Louis, I contemplated the medicine of the beavers and received my name by the grace of God. It was also in the state of Missouri that I beheld the roadside signs of Yahuah’s Assembly in Yashuah Messiah. 

But lo! the dragon bore down on me as I surmounted the slopes of Appalachia, navigating its treacherous courses and witnessing utter destruction in my wake. Although I tried to persevere the last two hours home, the singularity of that fateful day collapsed into a multidimensional wormhole, and the beavers, having stowed away in the west, emerged from the sudden and total wreckage of the vessel of the Syllabees on the Appalachian mountains near the “Gate of the West” called Cumberland in the united state of Maryland. (It was as if they had covered my eyes with their little industrious paws.) Thus my rebirth, so to speak, was a lesson, a blessing and a reckoning. And the Holy Driver who chauffeured me the rest of the way home remarked that, although it was not my time (saith the Lord), I would eventually see all my unborn children in heaven, a thought which brought great consolation. A couple of days later I would see the Great Father (President of the United States) parading upon the bank of the eastern branch of the river Potowmack in Nacotchtanck. 

I am Dams-up-water and my medicine is strong. I pray to the Creator to lead me in the mastery of the mysteries. O Great Spirit, have mercy on me, for I am a student in need of instruction and a traveler in want of direction. You have sent your holy spirit in the dream of Walter Kogard so as to lead me through the labyrinthine tunnels of my simulated reality into the liberated state of my pyramids — lo! I sought and I found them on the precipice of the mountains and within buffalo hide lodges in the most extreme west of the Washita country. And the rite of my passage therethrough was known as

RITVS NOVI EBORACI NOVVS SYLLABVS SECLORVM
NEW YORK RITE [of the] NEW SYLLABUS OF THE AGE

O Great Spirit, you have sent your holy spirit in the medicine of the beavers — lo! did they enter into and make a lodge of the ark of the dragon which was carried within the vessel of Syllabees across the Beautiful West on the Most Manifest and Missionary Expedition of the selfsame order, which mission concluded on that fateful day the 19th of August in the year of Yahshua two thousand twenty-five. Here rests Ye Olde Set of Syllabees, which is superseded in all respects by the Benevolent and Primitive Order of Beavers. 

By the glory of God, through the beaver medicine, I resolved that the dream I had written, of Walter Kogard in tunnels, was given to me for a sign unto the nations, that it would come to pass in this day by and through the vessel of my body; and that dream was a confirmation from God and the beavers that I was chosen to be given that dream so as to be made to be a medicine man, and that, having followed the model of Kogard in the establishment of the substrate society, I should gather a medicine bundle, containing the textiles received in my travels, and the wooden articles which go with them. 

Affirmed, that I am a servant and prisoner of the Most High God Yahuah in the mighty name of Yahushuah HaMoshiach, who was visited by the Ruach HaQadosh of Melchizedek Yahushuah HaMoshiach from the Universitas Autodidactus and was by Him entered into the College of Scribe, initiated in the baccalaureate degree of I Self Law Master, passed to the sublime degree of Sui Juris Doctor, and raised to the inimitable degree of Medical Doctor of the Church, together with all honors, right, privileges and responsibilities appertaining to partners of Weasel Badger. 

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