If the world burns it isn’t an act of god, it’s an act of those involved in global weather modification. The chemicals and metals they’ve sprayed have been absorbed by all plant life, and yes, ALL life upon the planet. When the violators light it, it will be a fire no one can put out. The fires of the past few years were only a test to see how hot it would burn, ask any firefighter about the difference to current fire intensity compared to a couple decades ago. The world has been made purposefully toxic, and not by Adamites (humans). Not all those in flesh suits are Adamites …. They are adversary, choosing to enslave the Adamite and destroy his garden.
This belief in god is one of the oldest in Mesoamerica, all the peoples of ancient Mexico asked the god to strengthen the clouds, send rain. Its origins are said to be from Teotihuacán, where there are relics such as figurines referring to the rain god and a temple to his name. There may be an even older predecessor of Olmec culture. The Mayans knew him as Chaac, here is an impressive representation of “Tlaloc”, the Mexican god of rain and lightning. As can be seen from the jade sculpture, Tlolac is depicted as a Brazilian IGUANA with a swelled mane, and is made as a vampire with its teeth curled inwards.
Each person has methods used, tools, to inspire them, to give cause for thought expansion.
Some like to judge these methods, these tools. They tell you you shouldn’t use them. That the only useful information comes from the silence.
It’s good people are so firm in their beliefs.
Now if they would allow others to remain firm in their beliefs also.
It’s called honoring another’s path without judgement.
I can see the need to be critical if it causes harm to self or others.
This is usually not the case.
Usually it’s simply an emotional status of one trying to force another to see things their way …. then you get two emotional statuses trying to make the other see things their way. Then others will choose sides.
It is time to put away childish behaviors.
Division is a sickness, fostered by woundedness.
Healing is so important. But it requires effort. It requires pulling apart everything we believe about self, evaluating it and making adjustments as “self” determines necessary …. not an other.
I’m not speaking of those who continue to live after body transformation and transition.
I speak of those who have separated from the Life Force of Creation… willingly.
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There needs to be a catalyst opening the door to Life Force energy.
This is why alcohol is still being pushed so hard, why three letter agencies fostered and delivered drugs to communities, blaming another for this terrorism.
Those who partake in energy altering substances are altering their personal shield, their auric field.
A process needed so the vampire can attach and feed.
Spirits Ghouls Alcohol and/or drugs break down the bioform auric field and shield, weakening it. This weakness permits the dead, among others, to enter auric field space and vampire the energy of the bioform, the Life Force.
Vampires feasting on the energy of others, on a different frequency brought about by specific state of health.
The living feasts on the dead. The dead feast on the living. A viscous cycle.
When the living stop feasting on the dead, the dead will stop feasting on the living.
This because a bioform nourished by foods which have stored the energy of the Sun within them, nourished our body and energy best. We are “light” beings. We need light, outside and inside.
Eating from the grave, meat imbued with fear, pain, suffering of many kinds, lowers the bioform frequency… weakening it, allowing the unseen vampire access to the life force energy of the body.
Many have chosen the eat living foods rather than feast on the dead. They are choosing to break the cycle…. living feast on dead, dead feast on living… they are shifting into a new way of being with self, and with the life surrounding us.
If the bioform is fueled by the Sun, by life force energy, vampires have a serious issue and difficulty feasting, for the fields and the shields are nourished, strong.
Water flushes the heavy energies from the body. One reason why our water rights have been nearly demolished by the controllers. They know it is a tool to cleanse and purify the toxic energy they inject into the bioform, attempting to lower the shield so they can feast.
A reminder to any woman who looks at her body and finds it flawed: these are prehistoric carvings of goddesses. These represent the epitome of feminine beauty to those we seek to emulate when we go on “paleo” diets. Not a flat tummy, thigh gap, or gravity-defying breast among them.
These are bodies that are unique to their owners, and contain stories of desire, creation, hardship, and perseverance. These are bodies that are ready to hold you as you cry. These are bodies that worked every day to provide nourishment, resources and guidance to their communities while also caring for the next generation. They supported one another in their labor, holding one another’s babies while they worked crafting tools, collecting water & singing songs to teach the young about the goddesses they so closely resembled.
And these carvings weren’t found in just one area. They’ve been discovered nearly everywhere humanity has settled and thrived. Which means there was a time when womanhood, in all her power and capacity, was revered not as merely a sexual novelty or shunned as sinful temptation, but seen as a source of inspiration to create, to connect, and to find courage.
Today, our patriarchal society reveres conformity in women over all. It demands that women strive to achieve and maintain a form that resembles an untested girl. Our bodies must look perpetually untouched, unspoiled, a blank slate for a man to claim and use and write his own story upon. Instead of worshiping women as they are, we scrutinize and discard them as never good enough. And the more we strive to conform, the more we give up control of our bodies.
So have comfort, women: with each fat roll and jiggle you gain as you move forward in time, you come closer to resembling the goddess as she originally appeared in the hearts of humanity. She lives in you and longs to be seen and revered as she was before.
Long ago, when the world was new, a tribe of red‐skinned people came to live on the lands around the Land of the Blue Mist – the Great Blue Smoky Mountains, Cherokee Country. At this time, the animals of the world still talked to men and taught them how to live on and care for the land. These people were called “Ani Yun Wiya,” or the One True People. In this tribe lived a brave warrior woman called Red Arrow Woman, who was taught to use the bow, the spear and the knife. Even though it was a man’s job to hunt and fight, Red Arrow Woman could shoot straighter with them, and she could throw the spear into eye of a hawk in flight. Because of all this, no man would tell her to be like a woman.
One day while on a hunt, Red Arrow Woman came upon the tracks of Yona the bear. She saw blood on the ground and knew he was wounded, so she followed his tracks. High into the mountains she went. Soon she came to a place that she did not know. It was in this place, a place known only to the animals that she finally saw Yona the bear. He had a deep cut in his side and she saw him bowing down in prayer. Red Arrow Woman saw him bowing toward a large field of tall grass and speaking words that she had not heard before. Suddenly, the grass shimmered and became a lake, and Yona dived into the water. After a time he emerged from the water, his side completely healed.
Yona approached her and said, “This is the sacred lake of the animals, called, ‘Atagahi’ and its location is known only to the animals. It is where we come for healing and strength. You are the first man creature to see the sacred lake. You must never tell your kind of its location for it is the home of the Great Uktena.”
After he said these words and left, Red Arrow Woman was tired and decided to rest a while by this lake. She built a small fire and sat down to eat a meal that she had brought with her, and as she took a drink of the water from the lake, she felt instantly refreshed. She felt strong as Yan’si the Buffalo, as if she could run faster than Coga the Raven could fly.
The woods were quiet: Unole the wind was sleeping, Nvda the sun was shinning bright but was not hot, and the surface of the lake was completely calm. Red Arrow Woman soon began to get sleepy. It was at this time that she saw Uktena, whom she had been told of when she was a child but no one in her tribe ever claimed to have seen him.
High above the water he raised his great Serpent Dragon head, the jewel in his forehead glistening. He began to move toward her. Red Arrow Woman grabbed up her spear and stood up to face the great creature coming to her, standing proud, showing no fear — the way any warrior should. She raised her spear and prepared to strike the huge beast.
Uktena stopped a short distance from her. He smiled, his mouth grinning larger than a man was tall and full of teeth longer than man’s forearm. He spoke to the brave woman on the bank of his lake. To her he said, “Put down your weapons for I mean you no harm. Uktena told her to sit and to listen. Uktena dipped his head below the surface and came back up a moment later. In his mouth he had a strangely crooked stick and a leather pouch, which he lay on the ground in front of Red Arrow Woman.
Then the Great Uktena began to teach. He said, “This that I have laid before you is the Sacred Pipe of The Creator.” He then told her to pick up the pipe. “The bowl is of the same red clay the Creator used to make your kind. The red clay is womankind and is from the Earth. Just as a woman bears the children and brings forth life, the bowl bears the sacred tobacco (tsula) and brings forth smoke. The stem is man, rigid and strong. The stem is from the plant kingdom, and like a man it supports the bowl, just as man supports his family.”
Uktena then showed Red Arrow Woman how to join the bowl to the stem saying, “Just as a man and a woman remain separate until joined in marriage so too are the bowl and stem separate. Never to be joined unless the pipe is used.”
Uktena then showed her how place the sacred tsula into the pipe and with an ember from the fire lit the tsula so it burned slightly. He told her this, “The smoke is the breath of the Creator. When you draw the smoke in into your body, you will be cleansed and made whole. When the smoke leaves your mouth, it will rise to the Creator. Your prayers, your dreams, your hopes and desires will be taken to Him in the smoke, and the truth in your soul will be shown to Him when you smoke the pipe. If you are not true, do not smoke the pipe; if your spirit is bad and you seek to deceive, do not smoke the pipe.” Uktena continued his lesson well into the night teaching Red Arrow Woman all of the prayers used with the pipe and all of the reasons for using the pipe. He finished just as the moon was beginning her nightly journey across the sky in search of her true love. He told Red Arrow Woman to wrap the pipe in red cloth, keeping the parts separate.
Uktena then returned to depths of the lake, telling Red Arrow Woman she would never again be able to find this place but she would remember all she learned. Red Arrow Woman saw the water shimmer and become again the field of grass. She left, taking with her the pipe and her lessons and a wondrous tale.
Ever since that time, The Ani Yun Wiya have used the sacred pipe and never again has any man seen the sacred lake of Uktena.
The pipe is not a symbol of things that are sacred. The pipe itself is sacred. Not everyone is called upon to be a pipe bearer. The person who carries the pipe and practices the pipe ceremonies and traditions has a great responsibility to his brothers and sisters, his land and country and even to the Earth Mother.
