The Words of Chief Dan George

Published August 12, 2022 by tindertender

In the course of my lifetime I have lived in two distinct cultures. I was born into a culture that lived in communal houses. My grandfather’s house was eighty feet long. It was called a smoke house, and it stood down by the beach along the inlet. All my grandfather’s sons and their families lived in this dwelling. Their sleeping apartments were separated by blankets made of bull rush weeds, but one open fire in the middle served the cooking needs of all. In houses like these, throughout the tribe, people learned to live with one another; learned to respect the rights of one another. And children shared the thoughts of the adult world and found themselves surrounded by aunts and uncles and cousins who loved them and did not threaten them. My father was born in such a house and learned from infancy how to love people and be at home with them.

And beyond this acceptance of one another there was a deep respect for everything in nature that surrounded them. My father loved the earth and all its creatures. The earth was his second mother. The earth and everything it contained was a gift from See-see-am…and the way to thank this great spirit was to use his gifts with respect.

I remember, as a little boy, fishing with him up Indian River and I can still see him as the sun rose above the mountain top in the early morning…I can see him standing by the water’s edge with his arms raised above his head while he softly moaned…”Thank you, thank you.” It left a deep impression on my young mind.

And I shall never forget his disappointment when once he caught me gaffing for fish “just for the fun of it.” “My son” he said, “The Great Spirit gave you those fish to be your brothers, to feed you when you are hungry. You must respect them. You must not kill them just for the fun of it.”

This then was the culture I was born into and for some years the only one I really knew or tasted. This is why I find it hard to accept many of the things I see around me.

I see people living in smoke houses hundreds of times bigger than the one I knew. But the people in one apartment do not even know the people in the next and care less about them.

It is also difficult for me to understand the deep hate that exists among people. It is hard to understand a culture that justifies the killing of millions in past wars, and is at this very moment preparing bombs to kill even greater numbers. It is hard for me to understand a culture that spends more on wars and weapons to kill, than it does on education and welfare to help and develop.

It is hard for me to understand a culture that not only hates and fights his brothers but even attacks nature and abuses her.

I see my white brothers going about blotting out nature from his cities. I see him strip the hills bare, leaving ugly wounds on the face of mountains. I see him tearing things from the bosom of mother earth as though she were a monster, who refused to share her treasures with him. I see him throw poison in the waters, indifferent to the life he kills there; and he chokes the air with deadly fumes.
My white brother does many things well for he is more clever than my people but I wonder if he has ever really learned to love at all. Perhaps he only loves the things that are outside and beyond him. And this is, of course, not love at all, for man must love all creation or he will love none of it. Man must love fully or he will become the lowest of the animals. It is the power to love that makes him the greatest of them all…for he alone of all animals is capable of love.

Love is something you and I must have. We must have it because our spirit feeds upon it. We must have it because without it we become weak and faint. Without love our self esteem weakens. Without it our courage fails. Without love we can no longer look out confidently at the world. Instead we turn inwardly and begin to feed upon our own personalities and little by little we destroy ourselves.

You and I need the strength and joy that comes from knowing that we are loved. With it we are creative. With it we march tirelessly. With it, and with it alone, we are able to sacrifice for others.
There have been times when we all wanted so desperately to feel a reassuring hand upon us…there have been lonely times when we so wanted a strong arm around us…I cannot tell you how deeply I miss my wife’s presence when I return from a trip. Her love was my greatest joy, my strength, my greatest blessing.

I am afraid my culture has little to offer yours. But my culture did prize friendship and companionship. It did not look on privacy as a thing to be clung to, for privacy builds walls and walls promote distrust. My culture lived in a big family community, and from infancy people learned to live with others.

My culture did not prize the hoarding of private possessions, in fact, to hoard was a shameful thing to do among my people. The Indian looked on all things in nature as belonging to him and he expected to share them with others and to take only what he needed.

Everyone likes to give as well as receive. No one wishes only to receive all the time. We have taken something from your culture…I wish you had taken something from our culture…for there were some beautiful and good things in it.

Soon it will be too late to know my culture, for integration is upon us and soon we will have no values but yours. Already many of our young people have forgotten the old ways. And many have been shamed of their Indian ways by scorn and ridicule. My culture is like a wounded deer that has crawled away into the forest to bleed and die alone.
The only thing that can truly help us is genuine love. You must truly love, be patient with us and share with us. And we must love you—with a genuine love that forgives and forgets…a love that gives the terrible sufferings your culture brought ours when it swept over us like a wave crashing along a beach…with a love that forgets and lifts up its head and sees in your eyes an answering love of trust and acceptance.

This is brotherhood…anything less is not worthy of the name.

I have spoken.

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Atlantis and Lumeria

Published August 5, 2022 by tindertender

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Here’s my thread about the last 80 years of Atlantis and Lumaria. People have tried telling me its a myth? It was very very real. This is suppressed information. The cabal doesn’t want you to know your true history.

So 80 years before the famous Atlantis flood that most people are familiar with. A group of Atlantean priests visited Lumaria because they were seeking a cure for a virus that was decimating the population. First the Atlanteans tried a vaccine.

But this had widespread genetic consequences. Then they tried mixing animal and human 🧬. This resulted in the children being born with strange anomalies. But some of these kids were enhanced by the addition of the animal DNA.

So the third thing the Atlanteans tried was to go to Lumaria and bring back some red crystals. That had the apparent ability to heal people from all diseases.

The female leaders of Lumaria didn’t give the Atlantis visitors what they wanted. So in retaliation, they implanted explosive devices in specific key points in the Pacific Ocean sea floor. When these went off, it sent huge walls of water over Lumaria.

There is no modern event that compares to this massive tragedy. Billions of people were killed by the Atlanteans. (This event stands out from the life tapestry more than any other event). It generated huge amounts of negative karma for the Atlanteans.

After the flooding drained back. There were several thousands of survivors in the outlying areas, that weren’t as hard hit. Some of these survivors made a new home in Northern California. But sadly others were captured and forced to live on island prisons by the Atlanteans.

The Atlanteans recovered the red crystals and took these back to the capital city. Between the time of the Atlanteans assault and the destruction of Atlantis feels like it’s about 60 years or so.

It was decided by the Galactic Federation that the Atlanteans must be held accountable for their crime. The federation sent a explosive device into the Atlantic Ocean that caused a tsunami that destroyed the capital city. All other areas of Atlantis were left devastated but it was intended that recovery would be made possible by the survivors.

The red crystals were returned to Telos, in Northern California and they are still there today. This is why Mount Shasta is such a special place. It is the energy of these red crystals that radiates out from underneath it.

So fast forward to today and we see that specific world events are repeating. We have virus and vaccine. And rumors of conflict and hardship.

The souls of these Atlanteans returning to attempt to positively discharge their negative karma. Their thoughts are manifesting these events. Most of these souls need a very long recovery time in the quiet place between lives.

The priests that engineered the attack on Lumaria will not be allowed to reincarnate. They are beyond hope and help. They are still convinced that their actions were just and correct. They are running the events through their minds and it is driving them crazy with absolute rage that the spirit world has ruled against their actions. So as a result these particular spirits will remain in a state of permanent isolation and darkness.

I should add, that it might seem like the Federation was enacting a political decision against the Atlanteans. It might seem that its a cruel act of justice. But what most don’t understand is that if the Atlantean remained in possession of the red crystals even darker events would have occurred. The priests had gone roque and their punishment was appropriate to their actions.

So, to take this to the beginning. The Atlteans were descendants of humans that crashed landed in Antarctica. Humans are not from earth. Our home planet was Eden. Which was a moon of mars. Eden was blown up by the Annunaki.

This is why Antarctica is so important to the elite. They know bits and pieces of what i have just told you. They have rediscovered the crashed craft of what they call: “Pre-Adamites”. The Air force has named them “Nina, Pinta, Santa Maria. After Columbus’s ships.

Borax The Super Cure

Published August 3, 2022 by tindertender

Personal Testimony

My spine injury happened 42 years ago. My lower back was fused solid with arthritis.

I have been taking a pinch of borax in my water every morning for 3 months. After 2 months my lower back gained flex as it hadn’t experienced in decades.

I can now arch my back and feel my lower spine flex. It pops a little, but there is movement, and it’s improving.

It also encourages a healthy and balanced pH in the body.

I would recommend this product, a pinch a day in a large glass of water, first thing in the morning (I usually drink my 1st jug over a few hours), then chased with another 3-4, 22 ounces of fresh water.

What’s Your Name?

Published August 3, 2022 by tindertender

“They” knew who you were the moment you were born, anywhere in the world via “birth certificate”.

You wonder why your life has been so difficult? There are rulers and principalities who are fully aware of our potentialities.

Some folks have a very easy life, while others have challenge after challenge, and may feel like those spirits in this world want us dead.


It’s the dominators who have an iron grip over life on the planet. And they know their time is coming up.

Karma ~ this is a time of reckoning

Published August 2, 2022 by tindertender

All masks are coming off, repurposed, renewed.

Leaving chaos of old for a new, deeper spiritual goal elsewhere.

Following my heart to the next adventure!

Being certain to remain in present moment and not getting ensnared by past experiences and memories.

Redirecting restlessness. Creating something. Counting my accomplishments.

I will endure. I push myself through this moment in life. I am strong, and tho it may be incredibly hard in the moment, I know I will move past this to better times.

I celebrate! I reward myself for having completed a specific goal.

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