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Irish Slaves

Published May 7, 2025 by tindertender

This article is interesting as the Curator and friends have mentioned Barbados and Virginia several times …

“They came as slaves: human cargo transported on British ships bound for the Americas. They were shipped by thehundreds of thousands and included men, women, and even the youngest of children.

Whenever they rebelled or even disobeyed an order, they were punished in the harshest ways. Slave owners would hang their human property by their hands and set their hands or feet on fire as one form of punishment. Some were burned alive and had their heads placed on pikes in the marketplace as a warning to other captives.

We don’t really need to go through all of the gory details, do we? We know all too well the atrocities of the African slave trade.

But are we talking about African slavery? King James VI and Charles I also led a continued effort to enslave the Irish. Britain’s Oliver Cromwell furthered this practice of dehumanizing one’s next door neighbor.

The Irish slave trade began when James VI sold 30,000 Irish prisoners as slaves to the New World. His Proclamation of 1625 required Irish political prisoners be sent overseas and sold to English settlers in the West Indies.

By the mid 1600s, the Irish were the main slaves sold to Antigua and Montserrat. At that time, 70% of the total population of Montserrat were Irish slaves.

Ireland quickly became the biggest source of human livestock for English merchants. The majority of the early slaves to the New World were actually white.

From 1641 to 1652, over 500,000 Irish were killed by the English and another 300,000 were sold as slaves. Ireland’s population fell from about 1,500,000 to 600,000 in one single decade.

Families were ripped apart as the British did not allow Irish dads to take their wives and children with them across the Atlantic. This led to a helpless population of homeless women and children. Britain’s solution was to auction them off as well.

During the 1650s, over 100,000 Irish children between the ages of 10 and 14 were taken from their parents and sold as slaves in the West Indies, Virginia and New England. In this decade, 52,000 Irish (mostly women and children) were sold to Barbados and Virginia.

Another 30,000 Irish men and women were also transported and sold to the highest bidder. In 1656, Cromwell ordered that 2000 Irish children be taken to Jamaica and sold as slaves to English settlers.

Many people today will avoid calling the Irish slaves what they truly were: Slaves. They’ll come up with terms like “Indentured Servants” to describe what occurred to the Irish. However, in most cases from the 17th and 18th centuries, Irish slaves were nothing more than human cattle.

As an example, the African slave trade was just beginning during this same period. It is well recorded that African slaves, not tainted with the stain of the hated Catholic theology and more expensive to purchase, were often treated far better than their Irish counterparts.

African slaves were very expensive during the late 1600s (£50 Sterling). Irish slaves came cheap (no more than £5 Sterling). If a planter whipped, branded or beat an Irish slave to death, it was never a crime. A death was a monetary setback, but far cheaper than killing a more expensive African.

The English masters quickly began breeding the Irish women for both their own personal pleasure and for greater profit. Children of slaves were themselves slaves, which increased the size of the master’s free workforce.

Even if an Irish woman somehow obtained her freedom, her kids would remain slaves of her master. Thus, Irish mothers, even with this new found emancipation, would seldom abandon their children and would remain in servitude.

In time, the English thought of a better way to use these women to increase their market share: The settlers began to breed Irish women and girls (many as young as 12) with African men to produce slaves with a distinct complexion. These new “mulatto” slaves brought a higher price than Irish livestock and, likewise, enabled the settlers to save money rather than purchase new African slaves.

This practice of interbreeding Irish females with African men went on for several decades and was so widespread that, in 1681, legislation was passed “forbidding the practice of mating Irish slave women to African slave men for the purpose of producing slaves for sale.” In short, it was stopped only because it interfered with the profits of a large slave transport company.

England continued to ship tens of thousands of Irish slaves for more than a century. Records state that, after the 1798 Irish Rebellion, thousands of Irish slaves were sold to both America and Australia. There were horrible abuses of both African and Irish captives. One British ship even dumped 1,302 slaves into the Atlantic Ocean so that the crew would have plenty of food to eat.

There is little question the Irish experienced the horrors of slavery as much (if not more, in the 17th Century) as the Africans did. There is also little question that those brown, tanned faces you witness in your travels to the West Indies are very likely a combination of African and Irish ancestry.
In 1839, Britain finally decided on it’s own to end its participation in Satan’s highway to hell and stopped transporting slaves. While their decision did not stop pirates from doing what they desired, the new law slowly concluded this chapter of Irish misery.

But, if anyone, black or white, believes that slavery was only an African experience, then they’ve got it completely wrong. Irish slavery is a subject worth remembering, not erasing from our memories.

But, why is it so seldom discussed? Do the memories of hundreds of thousands of Irish victims not merit more than a mention from an unknown writer?

Or is their story to be the one that their English masters intended: To completely disappear as if it never happened.

None of the Irish victims ever made it back to their homeland to describe their ordeal. These are the lost slaves; the ones that time and biased history books conveniently forgot.

Interesting historical note: the last person killed at the Salem Witch Trials was Ann Glover. She and her husband had been shipped to Barbados as a slave in the 1650’s. Her husband was killed there for refusing to renounce Catholicism.

In the 1680’s she was working as a housekeeper in Salem. After some of the children she was caring for got sick she was accused of being a witch.
At the trial they demanded she say the Lord’s Prayer. She did so, but in Gaelic, because she didn’t know English. She was then hung.”

To learn more you can go to the following sources:

Political Education Committee (PEC)
American Ireland Education Foundation
54 South Liberty Drive, Suite 401
Stony Point NY 10980

That is MY Horse

Published May 1, 2025 by tindertender

A few weeks ago I heard a masculine say to another, “That is my horse.”

It just came to mind again, so I googled what a horse might mean …

But first ~
The false telepaths who fancy themselves drivers of consciousness want folks to believe a person is no more than an animal, a commodity, a transport, from here to there, a work-horse which helps them complete task … this was part of the degrading verbiage the hidden interferers were pumping into the field of awareness during last Sunday’s mental attack as I was chopping wood in the forest.

What is a horse a metaphor for?
The metaphor of the rider and the horse. The rider is your rational thinking, your mind. And the horse is your emotions, your energy, your power, the animal part of your nature.

What did the horse represent?
In its earliest symbolic perception, the horse was disquieting and chtonian, but later became associated with the sun as a result of its domestication. It is most often a lunar animal linked to mother earth, water, sexuality, dreams, divination and the renewal of vegetation.

What is the spiritual meaning of a horse?
The Horse symbolizes travel, stamina, adventure and intuition, embodying the spirit of freedom and the relentless pursuit of new horizons. Wild Horses, with their unbridled energy and desire to roam, remind us of the deep-seated need for exploration in our own lives.

And just now, I’m thinking of the 4 horsemen …

The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, as described in the Book of Revelation, are four biblical figures who appear upon the unsealing of the first four of the seven seals. They are widely interpreted as representing Conquest, War, Famine, and Death.

Here’s a more detailed breakdown:

Conquest (or Religious Deception): The first horseman rides a white horse, symbolizing the conquering power that often precedes the apocalypse. Some interpretations also view this as representing religious deception.

War: The second horseman rides a red horse and is often depicted with a sword, representing war and conflict.

Famine: The third horseman rides a black horse, signifying famine and starvation.

Death: The fourth horseman rides a pale horse, representing death and pestilence.

Symbolism: The four horsemen are not just literal beings; they are symbolic representations of the chaos and suffering that will accompany the end times.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Four_Horsemen_of_the_Apocalypse

Some of you Suns and Stars are transport in this Spiritual Battle for Amazing and Skillful Holy Warriors from the Kingdom of the Most High … unseen … and you will not be falling, not this time. You Holy Steeds, whether you be a Stallion or a Mare, are Divine, and this is your Last Rodeo.

I heard the Divine state, “Lust will be your down-fall.”

When a warrior pays heed to the lustful energies they’ll be distracted, and someone may come along and steal their horse.

Be aware Family, whether you are the Rider or the Steed, be 100% present in all of your circumstances until the Most High Divine give the go-ahead, letting you know the war is over and it is time to relax and BE with one another. Don’t “jump the gun” or you may get shot.

Sky Woman

Published April 30, 2025 by tindertender

Come, nîtisânak, sit close and listen now. The fire is warm, and the stories are ready to be told. These are not just words—these are the echoes of our ancestors, and today I will give you one that was passed to me when my own heart was heavy.

Once, long ago—but also yesterday and maybe even tomorrow—there was a young woman from our nation. Her name was Kîsikâw Iskwêw, “Sky Woman,” for she was born under the dancing northern lights, and the people said she carried their spirit in her eyes.

Sky Woman had a heart that was always open—like the mouth of the Nelson River in spring, bursting with life. She gave, and gave, and gave. She offered her time, her thoughts, her laughter, and even her pain, to those who stood near her fire. But not all who came brought wood. Some came only to take her warmth, never to help the fire grow.

She spent many winters tending other people’s hearths, hoping they would one day help her build her own. But seasons passed, and she grew tired. Her laughter faded, her eyes lost their light, and still she asked herself: Why do I feel so empty when I give so much?

One night, her kokum came to her in a dream. Her kokum’s voice was gentle like the wind through spruce needles.

“Kîsikâw Iskwêw,” she said, “you are a flame, not a forest. You were not meant to burn yourself down so others can see.”

Sky Woman awoke crying. But this time, it was not sorrow. It was truth rising up from her spirit.

She began to walk differently after that. She stopped knocking on closed lodges. She stopped trying to heal those who only pointed at their wounds and never reached for medicine. She stopped pouring her spirit into empty cups.

And you know what happened, nîtisân? Her fire began to burn brighter. Slowly, people came—different ones this time. Not those who demanded, but those who shared. Not those who drained her spirit, but those who danced with it. They brought stories. They brought wood for her fire. And together, they made warmth that lasted through many winters.

This is what I want to tell you, my relative: not everyone is meant to sit by your fire. Some will come only to warm their hands, and leave you cold. Let them go. Let them walk their own path.

You are not the keeper of every broken spirit.

Protect your energy, like we protect our medicines. Not out of selfishness—but out of respect. Because your spirit, your laughter, your gifts—they are sacred.

And remember this, my grandchild: the Creator never asked you to shrink to be loved. He made you whole. Stay whole.

Now, stoke your fire, and open your arms to those who bring love, honesty, and joy. The ones who walk beside you, not behind you or ahead.

And one day, you’ll look around, and the circle around your fire will be full—but not crowded. Just right. Just enough.

That, nîtisânak, is how we remember who we are.

Do you feel that warmth? It’s your fire coming back to life.

John Gonzalez
Standing Bear Network

The Crowned Eagle

Published April 23, 2025 by tindertender

In the dense forests of sub-Saharan Africa, there lives a raptor so powerful, so fierce, it’s often called the “leopard of the sky.” Meet the Crowned Eagle — one of the strongest eagles on Earth, and the only bird known to consider humans, especially small children, as potential prey.

Weighing around 7–10 pounds with a wingspan of nearly 6 feet, this apex predator has legs as thick as a man’s wrist and talons strong enough to crush bones. Its natural diet includes monkeys, antelope, and even large lizards — prey often heavier than itself. But it’s not just their strength that makes them formidable — it’s their stealth, patience, and speed.

What’s most chilling is that Crowned Eagles have, on rare occasions, been linked to attacks on human children. Archaeological evidence from ancient African sites suggests that human ancestors — small hominins — may have once fallen victim to these powerful birds. A famous fossil of a 3-year-old Australopithecus child, known as the “Taung child,” showed skull injuries consistent with a large bird of prey, and many scientists believe a Crowned Eagle could have been responsible.

Modern-day encounters are rare but not unheard of. In remote areas, locals have long told stories of eagles swooping from the canopy with terrifying force. Though they don’t actively hunt humans today, the fact that they’ve shown the capacity to do so places them in a league of their own.

In a world where birds usually flee from people, the Crowned Eagle stands as a fierce reminder that sometimes, we’re not the top of the food chain — and nature always has its own rules.

Compilation of memories from April 23rd

Published April 23, 2025 by tindertender

If folks have to bathe in the blood of innocence to be pure enough to enter the temple, I say F off. Let those who carry the blood of innocence enter instead.

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Many will judge you harshly, insisting you “need help” while never once offering it. Listen to the heart.

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The “competition” only begins once the sleeper awakes.

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Amazing Lion Monument, Lake Lucerne, Switzerland.

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It’s not overthinking.

It’s how the bioform computes information. It rolls a thought, feeling, emotion around until it either comes to the end of the road, or finds solution. It’s organic computing. It has been “demonized” as overthinking, stressing, obsessing … but all it is, is the organic bioform computation center as Soul, Spirit, Physical form process the data it collects. We are organic. We are Living Akashic Records.

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Rumor has it …

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“I’m not so rich that I can afford cheap things.” – Ben O. Verbich

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The problem, as I see it, is someone took the SACRED and twisted it to make many people SCARED.

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You are not a helpless princess in a tower. You are the princess, the tower, the dragon, and the prince. Step into your Life. Step into your Power and make it happen.

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The best medicine is natural medicine

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… Effective leaders have been known to encourage their people to make mistakes on a regular basis. When we risk and make mistakes we have an opportunity to learn more.
You’re going to make mistakes, you may look foolish at times, people may even laugh at you. In the end their laughter will mean nothing because you’ll be one step closer to what you truly want. Don’t let a temporary set back keep you down …
— little something from “Grow Through it and Lead” by a The Spark Plug

Time Gives Opportunity for Healing

Published April 8, 2025 by tindertender

Have you ever blocked someone because their photo, or personna, reminded you of someone else who triggered you?

Ya, the web is complicated like that.

Trigger, trigger, trigger.
Run, run, run

Until you wind up back where you started again.

Best to face it/them. Heal.

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When you share your heart, sincerely, and then get attacked by the listener, told how you should be different, or stop speaking all together.

These are the ones to be walked away from, no matter how much you like them and want to be friends.

Allowing someone else to reformat you so they can like you better is a definite betrayal of Self.

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It’s funny to me how those unseen who have tormented me in such a big way over the last 20 years are now complaining because “she disrespects everyone”.

I tell them I am a mirror, that “ I see myself as water. I reflect things as they are.”

They don’t like their reflection …

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I am so grateful to all my friends and truest family in the astral realms and physicality. Thank you for being present and for all you do on behalf of the Sacredness of Life. Thank you for blessing the world with your effort to bring balance and restore peace. I love you. Deeply.

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Got a laugh on this one …

@BrainPornNinja

“Church is for people who think they’re in trouble for being alive.”

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A Collage of Memories

Published April 6, 2025 by tindertender

Q:
Are you taunting them?

A:
No. I’m only helping them create a perspective.

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I do not acknowledge anyone who claims authority to command the essence of Me.

I claim my Sacred Heritage.

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A little too much
And a little too little
Goes a long way.

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Blessed is SHE who can RISE from her Slumber & make the EARTH quake at her feet. Yet, walks gently.

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It’s a Hero’s Journey. Break the program. Shift the routine, the hypnotic pre-conditioned patterns.

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Please, listen to some of the things you say of others. And ask if you want to be talked of in the same manner. Not whether it would be true or not, simply if you want to be talked about in like manner. If not, perhaps make an adjustment.

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When you are vulnerable with someone, you get a glimpse of how the relationship will go by the way they treat you.

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I used to be a supreme a-hole. I’m in recovery.

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“Not only are you powerful, you are prestigious. Not only are you prestigious, you are beautiful. Not only are you beautiful, you are consciousness. Not only are you consciousness, you are the spirit. Not only are you the spirit, you are the security of the future, the most bountiful beauty ever God created. Men call it ‘woman.’”

-Yogi Bhajan, July 23, 1984

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The Black Horse

Published March 15, 2025 by tindertender

AI Overview

In the Book of Revelation, the black horse and its rider, often interpreted as famine, symbolize distress, calamity, and the scarcity of food, with the rider holding scales, signifying the rationing of essential goods. 

Here’s a more detailed explanation:

  • Biblical Context:The black horse appears in Revelation 6:5-6, where it is described as being ridden by someone holding scales, and a voice is heard saying “A quart of wheat for a denarius, and three quarts of barley for a denarius. And do not harm the oil and the wine”. 
  • Symbolism of Famine:The scales in the rider’s hand are a clear indication of famine, as they are used to measure and ration food during times of scarcity. 
  • Other Interpretations:While the primary interpretation is famine, some also see the black horse as representing the contrast between the rich and the poor, or the consequences of societal unrest and war. 
  • Other Meanings:In other contexts, “black horse” can also refer to a “dark horse” – a previously unknown person or thing that wins or succeeds unexpectedly. 
  • Examples:
    • In Washington Irving’s “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow”, the Headless Horseman rides a black horse, adding to the story’s eerie atmosphere. 
    • In some cultures, black horses are associated with rituals and specific roles, such as being presented during ceremonies. 

A Shamanic Vision

https://shamandrummer.tumblr.com/post/688118841441714176/black-horse-symbolism

The next imagery that I saw was a galloping black horse. Black horses are messengers and carriers of positive, mysterious energy. Seeing a black horse in your meditation means there is an energy that is about to enter your life. This energy will have a positive effect on your life, though it may not be obvious at first. This energy can come into your life in a myriad of ways. It could be a person, a career change or an unexpected event. Actually, it could be anything. The key here is that the sequence of events that will be set into motion by this energy will have an overall positive effect. If you see a black horse, be on the lookout for something extraordinary on the horizon.

Black horses symbolize the ability to overcome obstacles and come out on the other side. It is also widely known to be a symbol for death. This does not always mean death in the literal sense; in this case it means leaving behind things which no longer serve you. The black steed symbolism is both death-defying and death-seeking. In other words, it is symbolic of death and rebirth. It signifies the closing of one door and the opening of another. It can also symbolize the need for you to take a leap of faith. Trust your intuition even if you can’t see the reason or the result. 

If a black horse appears in your life, you may need some reassurance that you are powerful enough to take on any challenge that comes your way. While many people hold on to things that no longer serve them out of fear, you must be brave enough to take the power and do what you need to do in order to come out on the other side. A black horse is an omen of powerful and courageous transformation. The notion of death and rebirth portends that the black horse will bring an end to things and relationships which no longer serve you. In doing this without fear or hesitation, the horse is transforming and creating a better version of you. 

Horse medicine teaches you to be true to your authentic self. Though you may be quite attached to your plans, ideas, self-image, social position, security and relationships, it is time to strip away old ideas and habits; eliminate the outmoded or worn out. Dive into the problem without thought of immediate gain or purpose. This is the end of an old cycle and the beginning of a new one. Now is the time for bold action.

Are any of you able to confirm this energetic shift?

Published March 3, 2025 by tindertender