Was swinging myself out of the vehicle to come into work and this song popped into mind.
Respect Yourself.
I do believe a moving meditation is in order tonight. SJ Tucker does a fabulous track. I play it on repeat. Loud. With headphones. While “moving” energy.

https://skinnywhitechick.bandcamp.com/track/moving-meditation
New release, dedicated to the Soulwriters group, without whom this song wouldn’t have been born.
From S. J.: lately my dance practice has really helped me to manage my moods and emotions when nothing else could. This track is for anyone who finds calm and renewed strength in taking time to move, or to breathe.
Open up and breathe in your moving meditation.
When the stress is rising up, take it down.
The water lilies of your thoughts are sacred.
Let them rest inside the sound for now.
Breathe in; breathe out.
Breathe in; breathe out.
Savasana
from Dance Thrive Shimmer (a Moving Meditation Mixtape), released November 18, 2016
Words, music, vocals, guitar, bass, synths, mix, and programming by S. J. Tucker.
Q: Just curious, has anyone stopped to think maybe this ISN’T the Devil’s doing since he was caged up already. Maybe this is ALL still happening because HUMAN CONSCIOUSNESS is creating it? Just a thought.
A: Influenced by darker string pullers, sort of like MK ultra. It takes the consciousness of humans to create. If they hijack the consciousness, they can create “thru” us. This is what’s been happening. A hijacked collective consciousness has been creating a darker agenda FOR them.
A: Our chains and burdens, a lot of the time, are mental and designed to trap us.

Many moons a dream ascribed
God divined his Rainbow Tribe
All with love and care for life
United – Joined – Husband – Wife
Distractions – Usury – Market gold
Our hearts – Our minds – Our bodies sold
The time was vague but would appear
A future need – To heal – Repair
The ground we walk -The air we breathe
Nature’s power to conceive
Our journey long but years pass quick
Our time to shift the devil’s trick
Come shape our world and all within
Awakened – Learned – Folk and kin
With trust of God and Mother Earth
Choose your purposed gift of birth
Our moment lives – No day is set
Responsibility – Don’t you forget
Our greatest power – Our daily bread
To love all life and blessings spread
Rise above – With truth be bold
Spread your wings – All young and old
Fight the fight – Our natural rites
Our sacred web – Your swords of light

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A poem that I wrote for my beautiful friend, but it fits many of the women that were at our Corn Ceremony last weekend, and many more that I know. We missed you.
With love,
~ Darlene V. Terry

She walks the mountains, valleys
Rivers, and creeks
Verdant meadows
Dusty, dry, desert gulches
Seeking, searching
With eyes sharp and quick
For the hidden magic
Behind, below, within
Heart shaped leaves
Round globes, medicinal sticks
Absorbing the knowing
Formulating formulas
Tinctures, salves, teas
Compresses, tricks
Bending the magic to her will
Healing wounds
Healing spirits, coughs, colds
Cuts, and nicks
The healing circling
In and around and through
Air and water, fire and stone
Love and song
Returning to heal her heart
Warm mystic, sacred
Powerful, and strong
Medicine woman

Mother, sing me a song
That will ease my pain,
mend broken bones,
Bring wholeness again.
Catch my babies
When they are born,
Sing my death song,
Teach me how to mourn.
Show me the Medicine
Of the healing herbs,
The value of spirit,
The way I can serve.
Mother, heal my heart
So that I can see
The gifts of yours
That can live through me.
~ Native American prayer
People get accustomed to suffering, and all of a sudden those who brought it, no longer want to give it.

Who do you symbolically kill and eat every Sunday in order to be saved from your own “sins”?
Sacrificing the innocence of someone else, animal or human, in order to save yourself from sin is a cowards way out. How about you focus on improving your presence in the world instead?
Making someone else pay the price for your poor essence in the world is wrong in so many ways.
Did you ever stop to think he isn’t free right now because you keep sacrificing him every week?
The story they fed you about him being in heaven is bullshit. Your actions keep him in a state of suffering.
He did not give his life for you. His life was stolen as sacrifice, the bond of which keeps humanity bound … and they do it to themselves.
What you do to one you do to yourself also.

Trust in your angels, guides and ancestors. If you have given your power away, claim it back.
There are spiritual allies working in your favor and their miracles will unfold much more easily when you move into a state of trust.
Call back your power and stop allowing external forces to divert you from the miracles you deserve. Hand over all of your concerns to your spiritual allies. When you do so, you allow them to send you intuitive guidance and messages that will allow you to correct this situation and come out on top.
You have shamanic potential to move between realms and connect with your guides in an extremely personal way.
Shamans believed that when there was illness or disease, it was because a person’s power had been left behind somewhere or a negative pattern had installed itself in them. In trance, they would travel to the underworld to recall this power and remove the ‘demon’.
You need to do some release work with the lower energies or with your lack of trust in the spiritual energies that are guiding you.

A long time ago when the Cherokee people were new upon the earth, they thought that life on earth would be much better if there was never any night. They beseeched the Ouga (Creator) that it might be day all the time and that there would be no darkness.
The Creator heard their voices and made the night cease and it was day all the time. Soon, the forest was thick with heavy growth. It became difficult to walk and to find the path. The people toiled in the gardens many long hours trying to keep the weeds pulled from among the corn and other plants. It got hot, very hot, and continued that way day after long day. The people began to find it difficult to sleep and became short tempered and argued among themselves.
Not many days had passed before the people realized they had made a mistake and, once again, they beseeched the Creator. “Please,” they said, “we have made a mistake in asking that it be day all the time. Now we think that it should be night all the time.” The Creator paused at this new request and thought that perhaps the people may be right even though all things were created in twos….representing to us day and night, life and death, good and evil, times of plenty and those of famine. The Creator loved the people and decided to make it night all the time as they had asked.
The day ceased and night upon the earth. Soon, the crops stopped growing and it became very cold. The people spent much of their time gathering wood for the fires. They could not see to hunt meat and with no crops growing it was not long before the people were cold, weak, and very hungry. Many of the people died.
Those that remained still living gathered once again to beseech the Creator. “Help us Creator,” they cried!” We have made a terrible mistake. You had made the day and night perfect, and as it should be, from the beginning. We ask that you forgive us and make the day and night as it was before.”
Once again the Creator listened to the request of the people. The day and night became, as the people had asked, as it had been in the beginning. Each day was divided between light and darkness. The weather became more pleasant, and the crops began to grow again. Game was plentiful and the hunting was good. The people had plenty to eat and there was not much sickness. The people treated each other with compassion and respect. It was good to be alive. The people thanked the Creator for their life and for the food they had to eat. The Creator accepted the gratitude of the people and was glad to see them smiling again. However, during the time of the long days of night, many of the people had died, and the Creator was sorry that they had perished because of the night.
The Creator placed their spirits in a newly created tree. This tree was named a-tsi-na tlu-gv (ah-see-na loo-guh) cedar tree.
When you smell the aroma of the cedar tree or gaze upon it standing in the forest, remember that if you are Tsalagi (Cherokee), you are looking upon your ancestor.
Tradition holds that the wood of the cedar tree holds powerful protective spirits for the Cherokee. Many carry a small piece of cedar wood in their medicine bags worn around the neck. It is also placed above entrances to the house to protect against entry of evil spirits. A traditional drum would be made from cedar wood.
