“The elders say the women will lead the healing among the nations. We need to especially pray for our women and ask the Creator to bless them and give them strength. Inside them are powers of Love, and strength given by Moon (Meztli) and Earth.
When everyone else gives up, it is women who sing songs of strength, she is the backbone of the people.
So, to our women we say… Sing your songs of strength… pray for your special powers…keep our people strong… be respectful… gentle and modest.
Great one ~ Bless our women ~ Make them strong today”
I can be sitting here minding my own business and something will happen to make me think “you should be careful of what you say” … “you should not say that” … “you have no idea what is going to happen to you” ….. or some such chatter.
And I think … are these really MY thoughts, or an impersonator, or imposter, trying to implant suggestions which cause paranoia, or fear of retribution, simply for being me?
So I kick back, usually rebel, and think more of the same … at first. Then I listen to what I am saying. Is it beneficial to me? Am I just chattering away to hear my self talk? Do I ever think before I speak? Who is listening … really?
Surely by now all of us are aware there is always someone listening, even if they are invisible. No thing goes unnoticed, no thing is hidden.
The question is, if these ones are sitting in a seat of judgement, without the unobstructed introduction of self and status, or authority, should any of it be taken seriously? Any instilled sense of doubt?
I’m currently of the mind that if it doesn’t go against my own moral code, then no … however, perceptions change, and so does that code, so being open to new ways of thinking is critical for growth …
Even if the listeners are still only just invisible.
Call them angels … demons … aliens … or the more common (I believe) psychics …. having been around for millennia, secretly ruling the world from behind veils … which are now lifting for a better view … for them … and for we.
Perhaps I am not the only one who has wondered these things.
Maybe you too have been receiving visitors in astral land, what some still call ‘dream time’.
Being as conscious in the subconscious and unconscious as we are during the waking states is difficult … or is it really any different, given the many distractions we are constantly chasing around?
Oh the mind … a crazy, crazy thing so few know much about … even the so-called professionals.
How often are our actions intentionally drawn up, and coordinated? How often are we willy-nilly flipping through the channels of life until we land on something interesting, a distraction for a time?
Sounds like a dream.
Even while awake.
Here for a moment, and in an entirely different place in the next. If not physically, then inside the mind.
Kurt Vonnegut tells his wife he’s going out to buy an envelope:
“Oh, she says, well, you’re not a poor man. You know, why don’t you go online and buy a hundred envelopes and put them in the closet? And so I pretend not to hear her. And go out to get an envelope because I’m going to have a hell of a good time in the process of buying one envelope.
I meet a lot of people. And see some great looking babies. And a fire engine goes by. And I give them the thumbs up. And I’ll ask a woman what kind of dog that is. And, and I don’t know. The moral of the story is – we’re here on Earth to fart around.
And, of course, the computers will do us out of that. And what the computer people don’t realize, or they don’t care, is we’re dancing animals. You know, we love to move around. And it’s like we’re not supposed to dance at all anymore.”
Let’s all get up and move around a bit right now… or at least dance.
She looked fabulous with her long wavy hair, dressed in skin tight pants, she looks lovely in black.
She hangs out in dark places, with people who do the same. I asked if I could join them awhile.
Upon exiting the “bar” to go to the next, we found my car had been smashed into … a complete wreck. Upon closer look, I mentioned it wasn’t even my car, but she took the keys and started what was left of the motor …. hahaha, anyone with skills can do that … it wasn’t my car.
As we walked along, to the next bar, she recorded me a message … to eat a lot of jiffra matter and produce lots of shit.
She had a great accent, perfect hair, a nice body …. no one would ever guess she is the Queen of Shit.
Hanginging out in shitty places where shitty things happen, instructing people on how to behave in shitty manners and even on how to go about producing shitty fecal matter!
I had no idea the Queen of Shit would be so glamorous.
I wonder why she chose to hang out with me.
Could it be she thinks of me as shit?
Well, no thank you beautiful lady.
I’m changing my diet.
You’ll have to collect shit somewhere else.
Tomorrow after work I think I’ll take her someplace a little more my style … where the light shines brightly, the fresh breezes blow, and the only shit around is that which people actually pick up that their favorite four legged companions drop … the canine.
I will smile from ear to ear as I imagine her walking by my side, in shock at the brightness and purity of it.
Perhaps I’ll offer her some of an orange I’ll bring along to snack on.
Update: I had the perfect avocado and roma tomato on plant based pita chips followed by a purple plum and a bit of lemon ginger kombucha for lunch. Yum, and I still feel all light and fluffy!! Hahahaha.
On December 17, 1914, a solitary Native American Indian on horseback arrived at the White House after a journey of some 3,000 miles. His name was Red Fox James believed to be from the Blackfoot Tribe.
The journey began on March 30. Red Fox James was riding a white pony named Montana that was said to be “the last of a strain of real American Indian ponies from a noted outlaw horse known as Tombstone.” Along the way, Red Fox James stopped to give speeches about his people, and to demonstrate his culture and equestrian skill on horseback.
Red Fox James slowly made his way across the United States by riding the Lincoln Highway and often walking all day to conserve his horse’s strength. Newspapers reported his whereabouts every few weeks. He made friends with the Boy Scouts along the way, prompting eight Washington, D.C. Troop 36 scouts to escort him to the White House where Senator Thomas J. Walsh of Montana introduced him to President Woodrow Wilson on December 17.
Red Fox James presented a petition to the president, endorsed by state governors and city mayors he had met along the way, to proclaim October 12 ‘Native American Indian Day’ in honor of Native American Indians (current States who highlight & observe this specific day: AK, CA, MN, NM, SD, VT, WA) . “The American Indian deserves the national consideration of the people of the United States,” Red Fox James said.
The picture shows Red Fox James and his pony Montana during a return visit to Washington, D.C. in February 1915.
Today is a day to focus on bringing passion to everything I do. Not just the things that it is easy for me to feel passionate about – but everything I have to do. My intention today is to do everything with energy, focus, and commitment that comes from true inner passion.
This is what two boxers look like who just had a fight of 110 rounds!
Yes, you read 110 rounds correctly ((( 7 h 19 m fighting! )))
It was April 6, 1893, Andy Browen and Jack Burke
The fight ended in No-Contest because at the round 111 call the two exhausted and touched boxers were unable to get up from the stool to resume the fight.
This is of course the longest boxing fight in history!
Everyone who terrifies you is sixty-five percent water.
And everyone you love is made of stardust, and I know sometimes you cannot even breathe deeply, and the night sky is no home, and you have cried yourself to sleep enough times that you are down to your last two percent, but nothing is infinite, not even loss.
You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day you are going to find yourself again.
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