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Never Giving Up

Published September 13, 2019 by tindertender
I may not be cussing the whole time. I fluctuate between swearing, loving compassion, sobbing, and frankly just deciding to be the best version of myself despite the pain, and hoping in this effort to be more than I’ve ever been before somehow, help my brothers and sisters do the same.

Biggest Pollution Scandal In American History

Published September 7, 2019 by tindertender

Why would we ever allow the dosing of any substance to our public drinking water supplies with the purpose of achieving a medical result? Regardless your thoughts on the subject consider the following informative podcast.

Drawing from historical primary source documents which she links to in the show notes, intelligence analyst Melissa Gallico argues that public water fluoridation is a pollution scandal—the biggest pollution scandal in American history.

Hosted by former military intelligence officer and FBI analyst, Melissa Gallico.

https://www.fpollution.com/?fbclid=IwAR0T5Z83UvMpogIszJFNDFgPhZJynMXDo4zkFAk8PTJxFihWq2KiqRjiwbk

Elder’s Meditation ~ 9-6-19

Published September 6, 2019 by tindertender

“We all form self-images and much of our behavior is pretty well determined by how we feel about ourselves.”

— Eunice Baumann-Nelson, Ph.D., PENOBSCOT

There is a cycle of building beliefs called the self talk cycle. Our self talk builds our self image and our self image determines our behavior, our actions, and our self worth – how we feel about ourselves. If we want to change the way we feel about ourselves we need to change our self talk. We need to build ourselves up. We need to talk to ourselves in a kind, positive, uplifting, good way. We need to talk to ourselves about the good things that are happening and know that we are worthy and expect abundance.

Oh Great Spirit, today help me to know myself. Help me to see the joy, kindness, strength and beauty that I am.

Intimate Connection

Published August 18, 2019 by tindertender

Written by Elena Zubulake

My head is on the pillow and my eyes are heavy. Twelve hours ago I stood in the kitchen, asking Andre a question. He looked distracted, and said, “I have to go and give death to a boar”

This has been my life now for 5 months.

I don’t go to supermarkets anymore. And sometimes, I walk out of my Harry Potter barnroom to find the head of a bull just outside my door.

This has changed me.

In theory, I have always cared about the sources of my food. But concept is so different from staring directly into the eyes of death like that day I looked a long long time into that Bull’s eyes.

Until I didn’t catch my breath anymore. Until I could be in relationship with his death.

Everything about it.

His name is Walker.

Words sometimes take a while to catch up with awareness, and I realized a few weeks ago, that being a part of these animals lives, and then being part of the whole process of bringing their bodies to my plate, is incredibly intimate.

Is, at the end of the day, an experience of friendship of the deepest kind.

On one of my rare visits to Lucky’s, I catch a glimpse of the Meet counter, and feel this,

“those are not my friends. Could I still eat those animals, whose lives I have not touched with my own hands, who have not touched mine?”

Two moons ago, we took two goats for a mountain walk in the light of the full moon, before their deathing the next morning.

I fell in love with them, as they looked out at the mists rising from a rocky ledge, standing on either side of me. I didn’t know how to tell them about their death. It wasn’t a concept.

Standing so full of life, under that pregnant moon. Was their death a betrayal of our friendship?

The next day, I stood in the field past the milking cows while they were being slaughtered, and I cried into Emily’s open palms.

I actually grieved for two whole days about those white coated beauties, and when Andre made the kefteh with their fat two weeks later, and I took a bite, all I felt was love.

Through my whole body. Utter. Complete. Direct. Intimate.

A sensation, not a thought.

Yes, this is friendship and no, the mind probably cannot figure out such intimacy.

This is the thing.

Life is relationship. Not Product.

In a store, we buy products.

On a farm, we build relationships.

What I eat. Who I eat. What I use. Where I live.

Is all Story, and when I am living fully in that Story, in those relations, my life starts to sing.

Call it Soul. Call it what you want.

It seems The World now has too many missing links. Too many stories not fully lived, too many relations lost in the complexities of not enough Relationship.

I have been gifted here with so much Relationship.

Tomorrow and hopefully Full Moons to come, I am helping to throw a feast in honor of this.

In honor of living inside of a Story again. In Honor of Being Loved by our Food Again, because we Loved too.

Loved the Seed. Loved the day Zippy’s calf was born. Loved the piglets who died on a cold muddy Beltane Morning. Loved the Dark just before Sunrise that always greeted us from our Dreams before waking to do what must be done.

In Honor of and to Make Space for

Telling These Stories that Make us

And these Stories that help ReMember Ourselves Home.

Only So Many Tears You Can Cry ~ A Salty Union

Published August 6, 2019 by tindertender

Tears fall, they run down faces, streaming like tiny rivers falling to the earth … absorbed. Billions of tears everyday in all nooks and crannies in this world … salty portions of sadness, fear, frustration and hopelessness given to the earth since the beginning of time.

I sit in a chair in the sun. The warmth of it penetrates my flesh, I can feel it as it pushes its way deeper into me. The wind stirs, caressing my skin. Embraced by the sun and caressed by the wind …

Maybe, just maybe I won’t cry.

Defense mechanisms are developed through younger years via rote. Many people are willing to raise defense even when not required … it’s this strange embedded “training” we’ve all received.

And it’s weird that it’s so common among people and yet most are still unaware when their emotions and reactions are surfacing … coming up and fading almost without acknowledgement, at least a conscious acknowledgement anyway.

It’s crazy and not surprising when so many other things in our reality go unnoticed.

If we wrote a book what would it’s title be? “Conversations with the Wind”. Would you object to being called the wind?

https://youtu.be/9meo3vazXcw

Do You Trust Yourself?

Published July 11, 2019 by tindertender

To all of those who are forever listening to the Pleiadians, here is what mission guide has just recently shared – “…..That’s also called “One World Order” that is universally in direct defiance of the Emerald Covenant.

Pleiadian is just another word for Sumerian Samjase Anunnaki.

Reading any of their bullshit is just a waste of your time now. We are the only ones here under “authority”.

I am here under contract with the creators of the human race and the custodians of planet Urth and work with them directly, in-person and often face-to-face in case they’re wondering…..”

Handbooks with MUCH detail are available here:

http://decodingthehive.info/handbooks/

Note from web site owner:

We all know that every side is quite loud about telling folks who not to believe, or trust. The key is to know your own energy, your own ‘vibe’ so well that you can sense what ‘rings true’ vs what sounds like a pretty good story.

I’m not suggesting you should believe anyone over another without first reflecting on how information is sitting within your own heart, mind and soul. YOU are the authority over what you adapt and adopt in your life. First and foremost.

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