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Danu Great Mother

Published November 25, 2020 by tindertender

The river is flowing
Flowing and growing
The river is flowing
Down to the sea
Mother earth carry me
Your child I have always been
Mother earth carry me
Down to the sea.

~ Author unknown

Great Mother,
take me in the healing arms of yours
wash away the tears of my soul
and guide me back home

Great Mother,
embrace me with the light of your sun
shining her golden light upon
the path I am on

I feel you are there
Your being fills the air
In my prayer

I’ll be forever a child that you teach
about ebb and flow, about what is to show beneath
Your roots, your wisdom they reach
beyond what words could teach
Unearth your voice, your song
Embrace me with your love

Great Mother,
take me in the healing arms of yours
Show me where I belong
Show me where my heart feels home

Where Mother is hearing my song,
Where Mother is hearing my song
I feel safe, I feel loved
I feel held in her arms so soft

I’ll be forever a child that you teach
about ebb and flow, about what is to show beneath
Your roots, your wisdom they reach
beyond what words could teach
Unearth your voice, your song
Embrace me with your love


Published November 18, 2020 by tindertender

She’s coming into her power…

The more she treated him like a king the more he treated her as his slave, She couldn’t understand this because she thought that if she gave him everything… putting him before her, he would crown her as his queen, but what she didn’t realize was that he wanted someone full of her “self” not emptied of her “self”, someone that would bring forth the hunter, the warrior and the hero in him, someone who’s respect needed to be earned. Instead she brought forth the exploiter, the betrayer and the abuser in him. She felt justified in feeling victimized and she wallowed in this murky swamp with her finger pointing in the wrong direction feeling falsely vilified in her suffering, feeling falsely supported by the sympathy of her friends…

It took her several rounds with different partners and a great deal of pain before she finally got it, “her external relationships were always mirroring back to her, her internal relationship with herself”. This was the relationship that she was being called to feed and nurture.

Her “Aha” moment came when she realized that it wasn’t the external king that she needed to bow down to but the royal queen within herself. She’s sitting on her throne now, it’s new and alien to her so she hasn’t quite relaxed completely into the sumptuous velvet cushion, but she’s aware of who she is and she’s determined to rule her own kingdom.

She now knows what she wants and she’s not willing to compromise…
She’s not willing to sell herself in order to be verified, She’s verifying herself…
She’s filling her own cup with self loving so she’s not ravenous for his…
She’s creating boundaries where they are needed and opening what was closed from fear…
She’s holding back some, she’s no longer so blindly eager to please…
She’s giving but keeping enough of herself to serve the queen that she is.

The suitors are lining up, they are respectful because her presence commands that respect…

She’s a woman who is discovering her royal, “Divine feminine” blood line and she’s stepping up to who she truly is.

~ Author Unknown

Channeled Messages

Published November 15, 2020 by tindertender

“No long term cattle at the table”

There are no special privileges for humanity for they are seen as a commodity only.


Some of which are doing a great job “channeling” messages of “love” … gathering folks for the “harvest”.

If you are a channeler and have not yet picked up on the fact you are being controlled .. in order to ‘control’ others, then please, work on your psychic skills.

They may have convinced you that you are not really human but a starseed or some reborn goddess or god. You are Source … in a nutshell. A drop of the ocean does not cease to be the ocean.

There is no need to bond yourself to a group who will use you to manipulate minds of others with their message.

You have the capacity to stand in your own power, fully, calling your own shots …. puppet strings are all around us.

There are hybrids and ETs in disguise governing countries across this globe.

There is a contract between them and the Galactics.

Every so often the Galactics come to harvest life forms for their vitality, their soul and spirit power. Life here is nothing but an energy source for them.

Same with the hybrids who run the show.

Our energies are manipulated in waves. The more people who participate in the controlled chaos, the bigger the energy wave … and the stronger their “spell” … the spell which “binds”.

What, did you not think they were all Sorcerers? Magnificent examples of what Controlled and Skillful Will can create, and do, using our very own energy … fear works best.

Take a look around, what do you see?

The television has programmed minds, desensitizing people to chaos and wrong doing. Add in 5G, electromagnetics to the mind, voice of god technology, mass hypnotism. You now have controlled chaos.

I’ve recently been told people are panicking about toilet paper again.

A very obvious example of mass hypnotism in play.

Gods, Gates and Prophecies

Published November 11, 2020 by tindertender

The Saturnalian ritual of the eight sided rectangular box insured the departed soul was transported to their dimension or sealed. It exists today without the slightest notice as people are unknowingly being boxed up and transported.

Think for your own and don’t follow be-LIE-ve systems. Words are “spells” – they always have a dopple – meaning and in BELIEVE there is LIE in the middle. I think this is the way to open the box and look around outside. Ascension is also an individual path for each IS_BE, so there will be more than JUST THE ONE WAY. But I know a lot of these New Age Groups are telling “THIS IS THE ONLY WAY” – just say “Love and Light and Namaste and you are ok”.

The God making business set some men up to became Lords of the Underworld and its grotesque inhabitants. Egypt was first known as Kem the descendants of the lost Atlantis then Ogygia in esoteric circles a name long forgotten. Also called Sidian by the Mystics where we get our English word City, then Egypt by the commoner. Much later it was found out that the word Genesis actually was formulated from the words “Genes of Isis” or “Generation of Isis”. None of these are Hebrew terms. Even the word Bible comes from the word Byblos which is the place Isis set up worship to mourn Osiris. Likewise Ishtar did the same with Adonis long before the Holy Bible and King James were thought of. The Hebrews now refer to their God as Adonai, this is Adonis.

Decoding the Bible you will find that all the prophecies are occurring exactly as they have been foretold. This is because millions of people believe the prophecies of the Book will come true due to their religious preference, thus they are actually happening because we manifest what we think collectively out of thin air. I for one know that prophecies are for profit and that will become more evident later.


The Ishtar Gate is one of the most controversial relics known to man. Just as the pyramids are gates, the Gate of the Ishtar also known as the Gates of Ilu were first located in Ur. This was the first gate ever constructed to open the Portal of Inanna/Ishtar/Ashtoreth/Astarte/Asherah/Venus a channel to androgynous vampric serpents and various other life forms that hang out in Club Shemhamphoresh. She is Inanna consort of Marduk/Ra also called She-Ra and Rat, connected to the Seven Sisters in the Pleiades their protector the Dog Hyades/Anubis they are Ma, Maia, Ma’at, Mag and Mary who give power to the Magus with them is the Serpent Sor who is the Source of the Sorcerers power of Hathor. This is the Dragon its first depiction then called SUSA our abbreviation USA land of the Serpents who guard the Sedona time portal to SIAM. Their Art is sedation which brings about delusion and seduction.

Source: @Karina89350882

We Are Goddess Born

Published November 7, 2020 by tindertender

We return to the magic of the shadows to recharge, growing our wild medicine with steady hands, the crescent Moon shining between our brows.

We are not evil, nor have we ever been. The tales of the patriarchy only veil us as such attempting to taint our gifts with fear and lies.

We who craft with rock, Moon, herb and branch breathing blessings into the sky. We who are the weavers of nightsong and Earth healing. We who commune with the animals hearing their messages and guidance.

We go by many names.

Shamaness, wise woman, witch, priestess.

Once they stood for healing, connection with nature and ancient wisdom. They meant hope for those who needed aid, guidance in times of peril.

But these names have been twisted by the system that would keep us hidden and our voices silent. They were painted through the ages with stories that cast down the medicine of the feminine and her wild knowing.

We are here to reclaim our truth.

We come from the stars, the sea and the wild to take back our power. The time has come to bring our medicine into the world and bring back the ancient mysteries, the Goddess and the ways of the natural world.

The time has come for healing and growth, for the daughters of the sacred to stand tall rooted in the compass of our intuition.

The tides have turned and the age of darkness is over.

The time of the wise woman is once again upon us.

Long may we rise, long may we howl!!!



Telepathy and Meditation

Published November 6, 2020 by tindertender

For me, telepathy is difficult.

The players are unknown, refuse to identify themselves, and sometimes speak in terms which are not entirely positive.

I search my own responses and find that I, too, speak in a manner that is not entirely positive.

It is easy to assume that the unnamed and unknown ones are of a nature contrary to benevolence, especially when they start judging the body form as “fleshy” and complain about “attitude” … unwilling, or unable, to navigate a strong willed womans responses.

I listen as the attempt to stir up fear in me is vocalized, and I practice at becoming unresponsive, retaining and maintaining the energetic output it is meant to draw out of me. In nurturing my own NOW moment I can nurture my energetic form, hold steady my mental body and engage my senses for a more peaceful output.

In my history, I ceded my own personal authority over self to others, previous mates. In this agreement, both parties were always left feeling dissatisfied, feeling the lack of balance between us, the relationship never failing to end.

Every time the relationship would end, I would have to search for myself, the self that I walked out on at the beginning of relations with another, the self that I made small, so the other would be larger, the self I left behind.

I will no longer do this. It is more difficult to find self, reclaim self, and build self back up after every encounter in which I set my self to the side … always allowing another to call the shots, to tell me I’m wrong, to instruct on speech and dress and behaviors, to make me doubt my self and my personal desires and values.

It once was that the visible masculine held this role of dominance, the role I gifted them upon entering relations.

This role seems to have evolved, moving into the unseen, but heard, arena.

Although the players and their positions have changed, the story line remains the same. Masculinity, requiring that I make myself small, fall in line, do as told, be careful of what I say (think) and to embody fear of retribution for remaining large, for standing in my power, my personal authority.

I am completely naïve and fairly ignorant of the occult circles. They call me innocent.

Innocence with an attitude.

A willful, reckless and sometimes careless woman moving through experiences. Always pushing past the comfort zone, refusing to color between the lines, stepping into personal decision even if not for the highest, simply to say I can, and I Will.

After an astral attack one sleeping evening, as I was kneeling on the ground with injured shoulder, a member of the masculine knelt on his knees in front of me and asked “What are you gonna do?”

This is one of the greatest questions I had ever been asked. My answer for the longest time was “I do not know.” It was a wait and see thing, the unknown waiting to be birthed.

Now, however, after last nights pep talk in the mirror, I understand that my answer has shifted.

When asked, “What are you gonna do?” my answer is now, “I Will.” That’s what I’m gonna do, I am going to Will creation to mold around me, and to spread out from me.

Something I’ve been doing lately is drink a lot of water during the day, completely hydrate my body, my cells. In the evening, about 7:30 pm I sit down in candle light, get comfortable, and start chanting OM. I do this for 30 minutes. The vibration of my voice sets the cellular structure of my body in motion. The sound moves through every fiber of my being, my head, chest, belly, arms and finally, legs and feet. I then rest, eyes closed, breathing normally for another 20 minutes or so, feeling the vibration in my body, in my core, and envision it, as it is sent out into the world.

The key here is to send out LOVE, Compassion, Care, Acceptance, Partnership, Unity …. all things which can bring about Peace in the cellular structure and in the surroundings.

If a negative picture erupts in mind I open my eyes and focus on the candle flame while chanting, or breathing, and let my mind go blank again. It is important to me, NOT to let any form of negative ride on my vibe when I am in these moments, for that is also riding out into my environment, even more so than normal because my energetic ‘grid’ is activated and on high volume, so to speak.

This is not the actual meditation I use, however it is a good one. I like the deep voices of the masculine as they reverberate through me and merge with my own voice.

(This link here IS the meditation I use, and it’s perfect at nearly 30 minutes. https://youtu.be/I_4UXdsW0h4)

The point I am attempting to make here is that Self-Love, Self-Acceptance, and Self-Awareness and Self- Care and Compassion cannot, in these future moments, be relinquished to another who promises to care for us.

No … they will have their own best interests in mind before any other (usually) and therefore it is crucial to maintain our own self interest also … after all, we most definitely are the only one we will spend every waking and sleeping moment with for the rest of our lives.

It is important to Honor Self.

To hold Self in high regard.

To listen to the criticism and rejection and let it roll off as we counter the attack with even greater self love.

I thought of my history last night as this female I’ve been living, and living with. I’ve been blessed to watch the bodily form go from girl like and slender into a more full-bodied woman form. I’ve filled out my skin suit, haha.

As I listen to the invisible critics, I massage my belly, I roam my hands all over my being and I ponder the constant morphing of it into something new, year after year.

When young I had four portions of flesh that moved of its own accord … the breasts and the buttocks. Nowadays, I really get a lot of flow going the whole body over. Dancing feels different these days.

I think of the goddess statues people have found throughout history, rounded breast, bellies and buttocks. I wonder when honor for the fleshy woman was evicted from the consciousness of larger portions of the masculine soul group, seen and unseen.

I say to these, “You most definitely ought to let your lust and personal desire for a slender woman make your decisions for you, that would be the wisest thing you can do … and since you are brilliant in your shining light, this is the obvious choice.”

I’ll just relax over here, in my reckless, willful, sometimes careless energies and I’ll cause my cellular structure to dance, every evening …. and rather that focus on what I do not want more of, I will focus on that which I do want … Peace … Harmony … Honor … Integrity …. Acceptance … Compassion and Care … and all other words and feelings that will alter my form, my surroundings, and my world for the better.

Aaaaaahhhh ye judges …. may you receive exactly what you manifest.

Oh Sweet You

Published November 3, 2020 by tindertender

So much love to you.

Who am I that I get to know you and BE you too?

Many say we are Gods and Goddesses experiencing itself, and I wonder.

Who am I that I get to intimately know you and be you too.

The knower isn’t necessarily the known.

Who am I that I get to see your happiness and feel it also?

Who am I?

I’ve been living right next to you your whole life.

I walk in your footsteps.

And when you did not think you could do one more day, we did it anyway … together.


Sacred Woman

Published October 8, 2020 by tindertender

Self love, self care is so important. Without it, we simply look for its supply from outside ourselves, and most often left wanting.

We’ve been played against each other for so long, vying for the love of the masculine. Pulled sometimes into love of the feminine for the lack we discover elsewhere.

It is plain that true lack is on the inside. We’ve forgotten how to deeply love our self, so busy have we been at sending love and support to those outside our self … we have left WE behind, and many times look at each other as though we are enemy.

It’s a game you see.

If the feminine can be separated, then true healing, true nurturing cannot occur, for it is the woman who does this.

If she is lacking herself, and if there is no sisterhood to support her, then her cup will run empty and the whole world suffers.

It is time to leave behind that viscous vampire that demands so much yet gives so little, to none.

The roses are in bloom, yet many rose bushes are bare, no flowers appear there. The woman has been convinced to clip her own flower, giving it to the masculine, where it dies in short form … requiring the clipping of yet another one of her beautiful flowers, where the cycle repeats. This has been an intentional manipulation by those who know the power of women and their healing abilities.

They desire a sick world, with sick and unstable people, because it is that world which is easily controlled.

The feminine must nurture and heal herself. She must band with her sisters, leaving behind the desire for love from that which destroys, replacing that need, for a time, with her own deep love.

Bringing health to self, she will then be able to bring health to the whole. Mending the aspects of masculinity, healing our ailing sisters, so that all roses bloom, so that the love we seek will actually be present and healthy.

At this time, the only thing we will find is more who wish to suck our vibrancy until they’ve had their fill and discard us without helping replenish what they’ve taken.

Spiritually speaking, we are lacking, severely. It is only we who can turn it around.

My sisters, the women who nurture, who mend, who heal … it is time to reconnect with the deepest self love you can muster. Your cup must be filled, and in these times it is you who must fill it.

Let all else rest for a while as you nurture yourself and fill your cup. The men will be fine, the ‘friends’ will be fine, although they will make a ruckus. They’ve been used to you filling their cups, leaving no thing for yourself. When you start to retain goodness for self, they will reject the idea of you embracing you. Most will demand that you stop, and continue feeding the beast … their own selfish needs.

Our sexual energy is not for gratification alone. This energy builds worlds … the world of (y)our choice, or the world of another’s choice.

We’ve gone from being “of service to the people” to being “servant”.

Claim your power, your energy. You will need to be operating at maximum force for what is coming.

We need you healed (not heeled). We need you whole, your cup full to the point of overflow. It is this overflow which will heal others, indeed, the whole of the world. And when necessary, when the cup begins to empty once more, it will be for healing the sick and ailing energies of this world … the people, the animals, the plants, GAIA, our Mother.

It is the women that hold it all together.

Let us stop allowing the controllers to pit us one against the other.

It is this division that allows the most harm be done to our world.

This is our responsibility.

We shucked this responsibility for the promise of love. The promise of love that turned out to be manipulation and a form of slavery. (Many times, some have been fortunate and still bloom in love. Let them not leave their sisters behind, the sickness is growing).

We must bring emotional, energetic love back to self, reeling in all energies which are scattered, claiming them as our birthright, filling our own cup until it runneth over, spilling healthy, happy and whole into this depleted world.

You (We) are the healer.

You (We) are the nurturer.

Heal and nurture self, and the whole world will benefit.



Published October 7, 2020 by tindertender

“Medusa teaches us that we have the right to defend ourselves. So often we are taught that we need to put up with the actions of others in a quiet way, demurely accepting what others would put upon us. She shows us that we need to stand our ground when someone would do us harm. We are not here to quietly accept the intentions of others. We have the right to be safe.

Medusa tells us to know our power and to honor the gifts that swim within our veins, even though sometimes it may feel like more of a curse than a blessing. She brings us the wisdom of the snake, of transformation and of rebirth. She asks that we too hold up the mirrored shield towards those that would wish us ill and reflect back upon them what they have created.

Medusa reminds us that there will always be those who will spit venom at us, in word and deed. That does not make them right. We are not here to be the plaything of others. We are Sacred Priestesses of the Divine. And we will not back down.”


SHE On The Tip Of Her Tongue

Published September 28, 2020 by tindertender

“It’s just that you’re not that feminine.”

I beg to differ.

I’m feminine like a thunderstorm.

Feminine like the glint of a falcon talon.

Feminine like an ancient redwood.

Feminine like the orange glow of a grizzly bear in the sunset.

Feminine like a wolf on the hunt.

Feminine like decaying bones.

Feminine like the eye of an old whale.

Feminine like a roaring river.

Feminine like a sheer cliff overlooking a forest.

Feminine like a wildfire.

Feminine like a desert wind.

Feminine like a battle cry.

And yes.

Within my stones and bark and fur and fierce slit irises … I am as soft and enveloping as any woman who’s blood ever beat red.

This is the Sovereigness.

I am her.

We are her.

We are an age of woman who has come in, representing the medicine of the Wilds.

We are not built to actualize your sense of masculinity through your traditional idea of femininity.

We are built to bring in the voice of our Mother.

Which is why Earth herself screams in our veins.

So, if what you really mean is, “Your femininity is overwhelming”,

Then I understand.

It is to me, too.

~ Adrianne Tamar Arachne
The Art & Illustration Of Adrianne Tamar Arachnewww.adriannetamararachne.com

Art by Julia Jeffery
Stonemaiden Artwww.stonemaiden-art.com

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