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Psychic Connections

Published November 8, 2019 by tindertender

Being connected is a huge responsibility.

As a human, our bodies are large antennae, amplifying the energies we ‘allow’ to flow through our mind, our heart. We are instruments of either the light or the dark, doing good things, or otherwise.

When we are in the midst of addictive behaviors, we open ourself, and become vulnerable to those who wish to ‘command’ our thoughts and actions.

Often, when we experience someone berating us, abusing us, doing things that destroy our inner value system, these are not person to person attacks … although they appear to be. It is the result of one party being controlled, and the negative is permitted, many times simply because a person is unwitting of the interference, and actually embrace the evil deeds, claiming the actions and thoughts as their own, thinking the harm they do is due to their power alone, not understanding they are permitting themselves to be used as puppet to perform deeds that they alone will pay and suffer for, when they are discovered.

What appears to be strong is actually weak. What appears to be weak, is actually strong, which is why those evil ones in the invisible world wish to have them squashed, their spirits shattered. They use the easily controlled to perform vile acts to gain its own desired end.

While the ones damaging believe themselves to be strong, and are often protected by the laws meant to stop them, the world believes they are strong. But appearances, what seems to be real, is not.

It’s a power play. Are you allowing your self to be played by them? Do you care? Is the rush of permitting your self to be vile an even exchange for your integrity, morality … for your very soul?

Have you forgotten love? Have you quick fighting for its prevalence?

What seems to be your own decisions may not be … it is crucial to understand whether the actual act, matches your heart.

Don’t be a pawn. Step into your power and know there is something far more powerful that the evil you are being pushed to perform.

Fight dammit! Fight like your soul depends on it, because it does.

You are a weapon, don’t allow yourself to be manipulated for hurtful deeds of any kind. It truly does depend on your inner fortitude… yours, and yours alone … in combination with the others who stand firm.

Goodness will prevail … where do you stand?

AFTER OUR WALK, THERE WERE NO BABIES LEFT

Published November 8, 2019 by tindertender

The late James Scott, who died around 1944 at about 110 years of age, walked in the forced Removal from the Alabama/Georgia region to Oklahoma when he was 7 or 8 years old. His parents died during the Removal. He was from Okemah, Oklahoma.

The following is his recollection of the Removal:

“One morning, when it was already getting cold, a runner came to our village out of breath, saying haltingly, “Talking papers. They are sending people with talking papers-people are already disappearing-what’s left behind is being stolen. They are sending us to a burial ground. They keep talking about judgment day. We need to either hide or mix with other tribes up north. These demons are shooting Indians if we resist. I have to warn the next village.” He left and, even though I was just a boy, I knew that something very bad was about to happen-A dark cloud hovered over us. I don’t know how many days went by. We started gathering provisions, we talked about other tribal towns, The earth trembled, and even the trees seemed to be shaking. The hovering dark cloud brought the evil men sooner than we expected. The soldiers started shooting. The whites rounded us up like cattle and put shackles on the strong men.

There was a silent cry-no words-so devastating-silent prayers-then low humming of the chant of communal encouragement. Gun butts were hitting mouths. That morning cold winds blew-like judgment day.

We did not know where we were heading. There were talking papers-more talking papers-The whites would keep on bringing talking papers, and tragedy always followed. Along the trail, they split us up. I lost my mother and father and ended up with an uncle. Little babies sometimes would have their head smashed against a tree. Strong shackled men were used for pulling wagons and chopping wood. Those who got sick were left or dumped by the soldiers. There was hardly any food-People were hungry, cold, and frost bitten. The whites roasted meat and the aroma made you want to die. Each time someone fell, they sacrificed, saying, “Take my blanket-I am going home.” The chilling wind never left us-we have seen blizzards-now we were in one. Even Strong Buffalo would not have survived such a winter. Somehow, the Creator was with us. Most of the time, children walked; However, sometimes they would be allowed to ride in a wagon with older folks. About the time we reached Indian territory. There were very few of us-mostly older children and shackled men. After our walk, there were no babies left; they killed the babies. Hardly any women made it. I only had one uncle left. We began with about 500 in our group and we wound up with 50 and we wound up near Okemah, Asilanabi, Greenleaf, The places where we finished growing up. These places were near some Christian Indians who had already got there before us. The last day – I was always looking for it, but it did not come. It took 20 years for the nightmares to lessen.”

WE WILL NEVER FORGET

PHOTO OF JAMES SCOTT

Evening “Working-It-Out”

Published October 30, 2019 by tindertender

I turn off the floor lamp and walk around lighting the evening candles. I tell Alexa to play Soldeggio frequency station and stand in the middle of my living room.

I begin to do stretches and bends, breathing deliberately, intently. My body warms, my tension lifts.

The burning sage has filled the room with its Smokey aroma. I open the door and let it escape. I light some cedar and smudge myself, allowing the room to receive its healing properties as well.

A message arrives. “Look around. This is your life, what do you see?”

My eyes rest on every item. Everything on the wall has a memory, an event, a creation moment. Everything has meaning. I notice hearts everywhere, books galore, a totem pole right in my living room … all treasured items.

Father Time, Love, Friends, Protectors, sacred items significant to intension and prayer. Candles lit in honor of the night, gentle glow, ease of mind.

I speak out my prayer, sincere, earnest. I ask to be led to the lesson in this current situation, I desire to learn and am eager to understand.

It seems time is of the essence. Old patterns and habitual scenarios must be eliminated. All that hooks the attention and drags the pure energies downward must be cast aside.

The health and wellness of my own being, in my own relation with Creator, and all that IS, must come first. When this becomes healthy once more, all toxins attached to energy will dissipate.

I see hopes, and dreams … those that have been, and those yet to be. I see joy and peace, I see comfort and ease. I see that which I am grateful for, the wonders of being, and I surround myself with these memories, thought provoking potentials.

Any moment I can DO … and I can choose a different form of doing, such as this writing.

It isn’t just “stuff” although I could live without it. It reminds me of what I find meaning in, what I wish to create more of in this life, it helps me remember the song of my heart.

I envision the Goddess Mother cradling the earth to her stomach, loving it, caressing it. I say, “Thank you Mother”. I think on the missing and murdered indigenous women, indeed, all of the women who have suffered battery and death. I give them my heart.

The whole world is crazy, and it is all in my head.

People suffering “madness”, feeling like they are the only “sane” ones on the planet.

A new day begins …

Elder’s Meditation 10-25-19

Published October 25, 2019 by tindertender

“We create that bad among ourselves. We create it; then we try to call it devil, satan, or evil. But man creates it. There is no devil. Man creates the devil.”

— Wallace Black Elk, Oglala Lakota

Inside every human being are the laws and codes by which we should live. These laws and codes are communicated to us through a little voice. When we are still, this voice guides us. If we choose to live out of harmony, our lives become filled with anger, hate, selfishness, dishonesty, etc… When these things appear in our lives, we give up accountability and blame it on something or someone else. If we want to live in harmony, we need to pray our way back to living the principles the Creator gave us.

Grandfather, today let me walk with the principles.

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Sometimes you don’t even have to ask … it just happens.

Published October 23, 2019 by tindertender

I went to work this morning to be told I have the day off. I caught the ‘bug’ and my employers management group is concerned about keeping the others healthy. It is such a refreshing situation! Other places make you feel like a beggar to want to stay home and get healthier, or they deny the time off altogether.

Here I sit, wondering what to do with myself and this unexpected day off. I could sew, I could read, I could break down, turn on the tube, and vegetate on meaningless television shows, I could light a fire in the fireplace and play with it for many hours, or I could go back to bed.

My go-to will be shopping on Amazon. I know, I know, they are allegedly scamming some very unhappy people out of the green spending stuff, but I really do like delivery of items from all over the world right to my door.

Currently my day will go like this … music, sewing, reading, Fire, bath, and bed. I’m quite spontaneous, so this can change in a heart beat. I think I’ll throw in a quick trip to the craft store and grocery store for some supplies before I get too comfortable.

Man it feels good to be home on a weekday, sniffly, without having to eat a guilt trip.

Thanks boss, you’re the best!

Journey Of Nature Communion

Published October 5, 2019 by tindertender

Me and my shadow go walking through the woods. Following the rivers edge, breathing is so good.

The trees and the churning waters take anything that is negatively churning in me and tumbles it back to life, back to goodness, continuing toward wholeness.

Trees live in the dirt, and while they live rooted in the earth they cleanse the air. Someday they will fall over for whatever reason, ‘becoming’ the earth, and it’s young ones born of its shedded seed will thrive in it, the earth, which is them.

Truly going back to the earth

Smelling the soil and listening to life as it flows by. There really is a lot to be said about a good pair of hiking shoes.

Deer clover, tangy, sweet, green as can be – Rain coated, damp and free … for my tongue and tummy that is.

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