She let go. Without a thought or a word, she let go. She let go of fear. She let go of the judgments.
She let go of the confluence of opinions swarming around her head. She let go of the committee of indecision within her.
She let go of all the ‘right’ reasons. Wholly and completely, without hesitation or worry, she just let go.
She didn’t ask anyone for advice. She didn’t read a book on how to let go… She didn’t search the scriptures.
She just let go.
She let go of all of the memories that held her back. She let go of all of the anxiety that kept her from moving forward.
She let go of the planning and all of the calculations about how to do it just right.
She didn’t promise to let go. She didn’t journal about it. She didn’t write the projected date in her day-timer. She made no public announcement and put no ad in the paper. She didn’t check the weather report or read her daily horoscope.
She just let go.
She didn’t analyse whether she should let go. She didn’t call her friends to discuss the matter. She didn’t do a five-step Spiritual Mind Treatment.
She didn’t call the prayer line. She didn’t utter one word. She just let go.
No one was around when it happened. here was no applause or congratulations. No one thanked her or praised her.
No one noticed a thing. Like a leaf falling from a tree, she just let go.
There was no effort. There was no struggle.
It wasn’t good and it wasn’t bad.
It was what it was, and it is just that. In the space of letting go, she let it all be.
A small smile came over her face. A light breeze blew through her. And the sun and the moon shone forevermore.
Destruction by Fire: Revelation 22 and other passages suggest the current earth will be destroyed by fire at Christ’s return, fulfilling prophecy.
The Antichrist’s rise, described as being “allowed to wage war” (Revelation 13:7), suggests a period where evil appears victorious, a “sacrifice” of God’s people seemingly “lost” before divine triumph.
Eden Restored 22 Then the angel showed me the river of the water of life, as clear as crystal, flowing from the throne of God and of the Lamb 2 down the middle of the great street of the city. On each side of the river stood the tree of life, bearing twelve crops of fruit, yielding its fruit every month. And the leaves of the tree are for the healing of the nations. 3 No longer will there be any curse. The throne of God and of the Lamb will be in the city, and his servants will serve him. 4 They will see his face, and his name will be on their foreheads. 5 There will be no more night. They will not need the light of a lamp or the light of the sun, for the Lord God will give them light. And they will reign for ever and ever.
I heard the curator a few days ago say, “The trumpets are blowing”.
Trumpet Judgments: First Trumpet (Rev 8:7): Hail, fire mixed with blood, hurled to Earth, burning a third of the land, trees, and all green grass. Fourth Trumpet (Rev 16:8-9): The sun scorches people with intense fire, but they curse God instead of repenting. Locusts (Rev 9:17-18): A great army of horse-like creatures breathes out fire, smoke, and sulfur, killing a third of humanity. Final Judgment (Rev 20:10, 14): The devil, beast, and false prophet are thrown into the “lake of fire,” which is described as the “second death”. New Jerusalem (Rev 21:22-27): While a city of gold, the surrounding area is fire for those whose names aren’t in the Lamb’s Book of Life, contrasting with the pure city.
Interpretations of the fire: Literal vs. Symbolic: Many scholars see Revelation as symbolic, with fire representing divine judgment, purification, or intense tribulation rather than just physical flames.
Fire Judgments in Revelation: The Book of Revelation describes a series of future judgments where fire plays a significant role. Partial Burning (Revelation 8:7): During the first trumpet judgment, hail and fire mixed with blood are hurled down, resulting in a third of the trees and all green grass being burned up. This is a partial judgment meant to prompt repentance. The Lake of Fire: This is a symbolic place of eternal punishment for the devil, the beast, the false prophet, death, Hades, and ungodly people. It is described as the "second death". The Final Purging Fire (2 Peter 3:10): Other parts of the Bible, such as 2 Peter 3:10, state that the present heavens and earth are "reserved for fire" until the day of judgment, when ungodly people will be destroyed and the world cleansed. The New Earth: After the judgment by fire, God will create a "new heaven and a new earth," where righteousness dwells and all corruption is removed.
How about “loving them” from a very, very, great distance. Better yet, how about cutting ALL energetic cords, complete separation.
“Trust and love each other” some say. These are those who weren’t forced to listen to the cries of tortured children every moment of every day for decades, pleading that someone save them.
People criticize those who try to keep animals from the slaughter, not understanding “the people we aren’t supposed to talk about” have been putting the bodies of their sacrifices, these tortured children, into the meat grinder and selling them to civilians as hotdogs and other ground meats.
These same “unintentional” cannibals, get mad at those of us trying to keep their sorry azzes out of the meat grinder. Perhaps the Mother Father Divine should just let them go?
Go forth child, into the vipers den. Go forth child and “be friends” with the vampire, feeding on your soul.
Long ago I tried to save the souls of people speaking on this very topic, and how these nasty jacks would prostitute everyone … and they have. They’ve been relentlessly feeding on the people, in many ways.
I no longer care to save anyone’s soul. I suffered centuries, being recycled, sacrificed, consumed. My energy and gifts were used to hurt people by those wearing a mask, a catfishing copycat … many of them … framing me as terrorist, as prostitute.
I’m no longer willing to give up my life for those who convict me of being mean. I release you. I give you over to those vampires you insist need to be trusted. I allow you freedom to go … and be their supply.
Everyone needs to learn their lessons. I’ve learned mine, by narrowly escaping their feeding line, after being drained, harvested, soul essence sucked out of me by an invisible, energetic straw.
You can be the new fodder if you wish. God has it all arranged. He knows who chose who.
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The interdimensional guide of the curator (seller of human soul value, and vital, energetic source, is talking about a “peace treaty”.
These sellers of human vital force, soul value, and happiness have NEVER honored a peace treaty. They use such things as permission to stay in the energy while they strategize a way to come back harder, with greater destruction.
They have exterminated 20 out of the 21 species of human. They have been terraforming the planet and chemically altering humans to become trans … something other than a natural human. (atrazine in water supply, bpa -synthetic estrogen – in all canned good). They intend for humans as God created them to cease to be.
They’ve been torturing children, eating them, some while alive, and there is no peace in them. You cannot make pacts with the devil, they worship death and are searching for a success story, and their success story means the failure of Gods Family … Humanity.
These near perfect copycat mutations have no love in them, although they can “act like it” nearly perfectly.
They offer no structural value. They do not create, they destroy.
They are invasive “bark beatles” in the Forests of Eden, feeding on the “trees” of planetary stabilizers … those strong enough to root deeply in shadow, to grow mighty in light, and hold temperance within themselves, and for their communities.
There’s a reason the Most High rewards such beings, and we’ve got a bunch of 70% percenters out there (meaning they’ve only passed 70% of their lessons) who target those who have passed 100% of their lessons … they like to redrum the successes and consume their soul value, essential energy, all covenants and wealth, while “pretending” they are a success.
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Women want to love the masculine, still, and it makes my heart happy, at the same time, quite fierce. (Let the brutalizer, parasitical, vampire be exterminated).
God said the mean mutants pretending to be men would get what they deserve. I in no way shape or form will object, give mercy, or defend them.
I pray the soft hearted woman learn to love herself enough to recognize those she feels drawn to “trust” are not the ones “made in the image of God”, they are “bark Beatles” in the Garden of Eden, and they’ve been feeding on the Womb of Power, the Tree of Life, and the innocent life coming from it, for far too long.
Gratefully, True Divine Masculine heard our prayers and are here now wiping the floor with their faces.
The Mothers Bridge was mended. The Father knows the truth now. The mutants who have defiled the Mothers, and the reputation of the Divine Fathers, by using the man suit made in the image of, the phallus, the creators tool to bring forth life, to hurt, harm, terrorize, and unalive weaker, softer beings, and their weeping hearts.
Not from strangers who know nothing about me… but from our own people. The comments, the digs, the policing, the “you’re not doing it right,” the “you don’t look Lakota enough,” the “who taught you.” The jealousy. The bitterness. The tearing down.
And it’s wild, because that behavior? That’s colonizer behavior. It’s exactly what they wanted us to do to each other. Break each other’s spirits. Doubt each other’s teachings. Destroy each other’s confidence. Attack each other’s identity. Make sure we never trust, never uplift, never celebrate one another.
Our ancestors didn’t survive genocide, boarding schools, forced removals, starvation, outlawed ceremonies, and relentless erasure… so that we could turn around and harm each other the same way.
I’m out here teaching plant knowledge, educating, sharing culture, raising my kids, running a community-centered business, helping people heal, and trying to leave the world better than I found it.
And the hate I get for simply existing as who I was born to be is unreal.
But here’s what I know and what my elders taught me: When people attack your identity, your family, your authenticity, your appearance— they’re speaking from their own wounds. Their own scarcity. Their own disconnection.
I refuse to carry that. I refuse to swallow their hurt like it’s mine. I refuse to dim my voice to make someone more comfortable in their misery.
I was taught to stand strong, to stand in truth, to keep going even when others want to drag me down.
So to all that lateral violence aimed at me lately? All that weird, ugly energy trying to knock me off my path?
Nah. I’m not shrinking. I’m not stopping. I’m not breaking.
When a human being chooses to live in ignorance, arrogance, self-absorption, self-centeredness, selfishness, and self-indulgence… they become emotionally addicted to the identity of pride. They become addicted to the illusion of control, the illusion of superiority, and the illusion of certainty. They attach their worth to stubbornness and rebellion, refusing to soften, refusing to listen, refusing to feel the truth that lives within the heart of their soul.
When someone chooses arrogance over humility, when they choose self-absorption over self-awareness, they disconnect from the true condition of their soul. They choose unloving beliefs. They choose unloving emotions. They choose unloving behaviors. And because of that, they have zero desire to deconstruct their facade. Zero desire to deconstruct their traumas. Zero desire to deconstruct their emotional wounds. Zero desire to deconstruct their sins, their shadows, their false identities that were inherited through their family DNA.
Instead, they worship their addictions. They praise their attachments. They treasure their codependencies as if they are sacred. They idolize the very prison that keeps them suffering.
And so they become emotionally addicted to their rage, their anger, their hatred, their bitterness. They become addicted to their false assumptions. They become addicted to their false narratives. They become addicted to their false stories and false judgments. They become addicted to the identity of their own fears and terrors.
And then, because they refuse to feel, refuse to take accountability, refuse to take ownership, they project all of it onto their reality, onto the people around them, onto the world, onto the ones who actually love them.
And this is why humility is the gateway to God. This is why emotional transparency is the portal to liberation. This is why the willingness to feel is the key to freedom.
Because until a soul becomes willing to dismantle everything false within them, they will remain trapped in the illusion that is destroying them.
And for those who choose truth, who choose humility, who choose emotional honesty, who choose divine accountability, they resurrect. They rise. They rebirth. They reclaim their original soul identity in God.
We God This. Sacred Sovereignty. Divine Liberation. Rise in Truth. Rise in Love. Rise in Humility.
I hold my face in my two hands. No. I am not crying. I hold my face in my two hands to keep my loneliness warm ~ two hands protecting, two hands nourishing, two hands preventing my soul from leaving me in anger.
With each year I become more grounded, As my soul becomes more free, I’ve grown roots that keep me stable, I’m finally enjoying being me.
Life is now rich with simplicity, I avoid the drama that some may bring, I’m happy in my own company, My heart has learned how to sing.
In each new silver hair I rejoice, Aging is a blessing, some never know, My journey has brought me so far, And hopefully, still, some way to go.
I cherish each precious moment, The laughter shared, the silent peace, In every chapter, I now stand stoic, With wisdom my worries cease.
So here’s to the years that shape and mold, With knowledge gained and stories to tell, I embrace the path that I have walked, In this seasoned body, I’m happy to dwell ..
How do I know Who I am When all I have been taught Is who to be According to rules That belong to a past That believed in the domination Of nature As a path to power.
How do I know Who to be When the judgment that gets thrown Arises from a fear so old That no one even knows Why it’s wrong To shine Or show pleasure
As a woman Why would I stay Cooped up in a cage Of shoulds and oughts When this body Is crafted from moonlight And fire And the deeper river Of ancient knowing Guides my every felt sense Of what it means To be a woman
So I stand Shameless bright My heart open wide Wild crafted pleasure And mountainous might
I define myself As I set myself free And I laugh out loud As I birth a new me, For all women.
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