Feeling a little aggressive … is it me? I was just thinking thoughts I normally don’t think … got a real laugh from spirit. I normally don’t have thoughts or visuals such as this … I suppose it’s the start of the day. Wonder what will happen?
Run (run, run)
Run, you’d better find somewhere to run You think you’re foolin’ everybody But you’re not foolin’ anyone Hide, you always need some place to hide But you can’t hide from what’s inside yourself You just can’t face it
Run, run for cover now You’d better run for cover now You’d better find some other place to hide The loneliness inside You’d better run, run for cover now You’d better run for cover now Before it gets too late
Run, you’re gonna run right out of time You’ve let yourself fall way behind now And all the years have passed you by Lies, I used to listen to your lies But now I’ve learned to read between the lines I’ve got your number
Run, run for cover now (run, run) You’d better run for cover now (run, run) You’d better find some other place to hide The loneliness inside You’d better run, run for cover now (run, run) You’d better run for cover now Before it gets too late
Run, run for cover now You’d better run for cover now You’d better find some other place to hide The loneliness inside You’d better run, run for cover now You’d better run for cover now You’d better find some other place to hide What’s eating you inside
You’d better run, run for cover now You’d better run for cover now Yeah
Run for cover Run (run, run) Run (run, run) Run (run, run) Yeah, yeah
[Verse 1] I am not afraid I am not afraid of I am not afraid Not afraid of the dark I am okay here I can create here I am not afraid Not afraid of the dark I am not afraid I am not afraid of Not afraid of the dark I am ok here I can create here
[Verse 2] I am the light Lean into the light Everything is right here I become the light here I’m not afraid I am not afraid I am not afraid of Not afraid of the dark I can create here I am okay here I am not afraid I am not afraid of Not afraid of the dark I can create here
[Verse 3] I am all right here I am the light herе I am not afraid I am not afraid of Not afraid of the dark Fall into the space Fall into thе space I am not afraid I am not afraid of Not afraid to fall Fall into the space I am not afraid I am not afraid of Not afraid of the dark I can create here
[Verse 4] I am okay here I am not afraid Fall into the space Fall into the space I am not afraid I am not afraid of Not afraid of the dark Not afraid of the fall Into the space Into the space I can create I am not afraid of I am not afraid I am not afraid of
I love it when he says Matia. It is such a lovely sound.
“Matia Matci” I thought, Oh, these ones want to do her a thing, and he said, “Mosa Matia”
Mother Queen Kindness Mother
omo shamatiata deawhachi (japanese) The main street is a perfect place to meet.
omo shamatiata dea whaci (Romanian) What is the name of the person?
a neo (Italian) new
ooa nia (Hawaian) that’s it
I am taking notes for the next breaktime message. There are people being “decorated”, soldiers, honored for serving heroically. I thought, that is very good!!! and I heard,
oh shamati (Hindi) oh agree
Aya Mana (Malay) where is it?
aya mana tia (Malay) where are you?
oh sina mata (Filipino) oh those eyes
maita whati (Maori) maya broken
essa matco atti (Italian) it matches acts (I’m guessing karma)
miatta (Hungarian) because of her (feminine) because of him (masculine)
It’s like he speaks all languages!! I have just realized the reason for the panic. We will ALL be able to understand each other in this new chapter! We will have telepathic connection! This is the security threat they are worried about! They don’t want unity!! They want everyone separated, controlled!!
mai sinna matci (Romanian) more mothers
Ahti (Finnish) water god
ahtti (Finnish) tight
ay samati ato (Filipino) will join us
aiea mati (Hawaian) I owe you
matci (Romanian) queen
nononda (Italian) nonwave
Oyi (Igbo) cold
oi (Portugese) hey
manada (Turkish) in the sense
ai sa mona occi (Samonin) who was there?
myina (Hausa) mine
ho aiea (Southern Sotho) it’s going to happen
oo sinnama hea (Estonian) oh that’s good
ochi nomati (Romanian) nomadic eyes
miachi (Italian) meow
numaoto (Maori) automatic
acciodo (Italian) damn
wachi ana (Nyanja) watch the children
Machi ahta ota (Marathi) What is the name of the city?
mahia, mahia (Maori) do it, do it
om mi saci (Romanian) man you’re telling me
neea (Finnish) nope
neeo (Hawaian) still
somi yacho (Venda) read it
ochi (Romanian) eyes
ochi otto moto (Japanese) Fallen husband ex
mwendi (Nyanja) owner
ociacci moto (Italian) damn motorbike
mincen manti (Romanian) I lie, I lie
hoysimoti (Uzbek) dignity
oy eena (Hunsrik) oh yeah
A New Beginning!!!!!!!
omachina (Japanese) please wait
oyn da (Turkish) in the game
minsiundiochi (Romanian) little eyes
minciun diochi (Romanian) big lie
pa tina ma (Romanian) hold me
ba tina ma (Hawaian) eat dinner
mitciundiochi (Corsican) half dozen
bahtina mah (Indoesian) I’m sorry
mmbaliantachi (Nyanja) on this day
mmmbaliantachi (Nyanja) at this time
ma tio ah (Italian) but you ah
ma tio a (Portugese) but uncle
ni ato bah (Filipino) neither do we
ni ato ba (Filipino) neither are we
edo ba diona (Basque) or what he says
Unification is in Process
Creating an atmosphere of “Non-Threat” can be a challenge. Both sides look like they want war, however, there are 2, very different reasons for involvement. Grateful for our new Foundation Keepers!!
I was pondering infidelity and how so many in this world cannot bring themselves to be loyal to much anything. “ne debauchi”, he said softly, so softly I almost missed it. (Bulgarian, for “don’t debauchery”), and I smiled. Now, everytime this wounding is triggered in me, I’ll hear him say, “ne debauchi” and the energy of it will ease. So Grateful!!!
This appears to be the end of debauchery.
Heeia / Broken (Hawaiian)
mana eeia / power here (Hawaiian)
matina ohochi / good morning (Corsican)
wa chee monanna / I think you’re beautiful (Igbo)
maiti boshima / My Star (Japanese)
osomoni chi mata / don’t look at the eyes (Nyanja)
ohmy inia moha / Oh my, here you go (Filipino) omy inia moha / give me a kiss (Malagasy) omi inia moha / come here, come here (Maori)
It’s a challenge to decipher these beautiful downloads !!! Makes me smile trying to figure it out !!
ocina / home (Romanian)
osamachi / don’t do it (Nyanja) mighty ota / mighty father (Slovak) da di pot ti / from now on (Italian) da nana maci / and my mother (Hausa) danana machi / A dreadful town (Japanese) otinamata / and pray (Shona) oti namata / complete number (Maori) oti na mata / finished eyes (Fijian)
They keep rolling in …
iyamana / my mother (Hausa)
ajama / drive (Estonian)
essa matiota / this bastard (Portuguese) onamati / ancient (Māori) onah mati / dead house (Javanese) demachi / clean up (Romanian) de machi / in the city (Japanese) de maci / of poppies (Romanian) demacci / let me go (Corsican) et demani ota / I ask you (Catalan)
“You must know. You’ve been in the know for some time and you let it go … let it go. You did the unthinkable here.”
“I Am Yeshua”, he stated.
He is here.
He allowed me to channel for him on Independence Day.
I have asked several times in the past with the pendulum if he was Yeshua, got a yes every time. He also showed me a rock face that had the hole entrance covered in concrete looking sealer, the hole was closed off.
He also showed himself on the floor, knees and elbows touching the ground while a clear, glass table top rested upon his back.
He didn’t actually speak aloud until July 3rd … noticeably. He was guarded because he knows there are many who can alter their voices and trick me.
It must be safe to speak now, or he’s calling them forth.
May every spell of unworthiness return to its source.
May those childish, lazy, no good for anything’s lose everything they cherish so much they are driven to hurt others who are doing well for self, minding their own business, elevating in love and nurturing their relations.
May frenemies and enemies be denied access to all that is good.
May they lose their shoes, live in a cave in prehistoric days, running from meat eating beasts.
Is it so terrible that I want them so completely gone with no care as to how it happens?
I pray for retribution for every evil deed they’ve put upon the children, and for what they have done to the Mother Energy, the Power of the Womb, and for the Blood of the Fathers, spilt in every worthless war meant to bring them personal power.
May every blood ritual of the past be countered.
May every life that was lost due to deceit and betrayal be regained.
May those vampires whose lives have been extended well beyond their expiration date lose opportunity to breath the Mothers Air. May they never drink of her waters again.
I pray to be forgiven for this utter repulsion I feel for these decrepit bastards walking around as though they are favored by God.
I pray to be released from the spaces or places these vile ones inhabit.
I pray to come home.
Heavenly Mother Father God Goddess, Creators of All That Is, please hear my prayer and forgive me this sickening sinking feeling in the pit of me causing me to make this plea.
Long ago, when the world was new, a tribe of red‐skinned people came to live on the lands around the Land of the Blue Mist – the Great Blue Smoky Mountains, Cherokee Country. At this time, the animals of the world still talked to men and taught them how to live on and care for the land. These people were called “Ani Yun Wiya,” or the One True People. In this tribe lived a brave warrior woman called Red Arrow Woman, who was taught to use the bow, the spear and the knife. Even though it was a man’s job to hunt and fight, Red Arrow Woman could shoot straighter with them, and she could throw the spear into eye of a hawk in flight. Because of all this, no man would tell her to be like a woman.
One day while on a hunt, Red Arrow Woman came upon the tracks of Yona the bear. She saw blood on the ground and knew he was wounded, so she followed his tracks. High into the mountains she went. Soon she came to a place that she did not know. It was in this place, a place known only to the animals that she finally saw Yona the bear. He had a deep cut in his side and she saw him bowing down in prayer. Red Arrow Woman saw him bowing toward a large field of tall grass and speaking words that she had not heard before. Suddenly, the grass shimmered and became a lake, and Yona dived into the water. After a time he emerged from the water, his side completely healed.
Yona approached her and said, “This is the sacred lake of the animals, called, ‘Atagahi’ and its location is known only to the animals. It is where we come for healing and strength. You are the first man creature to see the sacred lake. You must never tell your kind of its location for it is the home of the Great Uktena.”
After he said these words and left, Red Arrow Woman was tired and decided to rest a while by this lake. She built a small fire and sat down to eat a meal that she had brought with her, and as she took a drink of the water from the lake, she felt instantly refreshed. She felt strong as Yan’si the Buffalo, as if she could run faster than Coga the Raven could fly.
The woods were quiet: Unole the wind was sleeping, Nvda the sun was shinning bright but was not hot, and the surface of the lake was completely calm. Red Arrow Woman soon began to get sleepy. It was at this time that she saw Uktena, whom she had been told of when she was a child but no one in her tribe ever claimed to have seen him.
High above the water he raised his great Serpent Dragon head, the jewel in his forehead glistening. He began to move toward her. Red Arrow Woman grabbed up her spear and stood up to face the great creature coming to her, standing proud, showing no fear — the way any warrior should. She raised her spear and prepared to strike the huge beast.
Uktena stopped a short distance from her. He smiled, his mouth grinning larger than a man was tall and full of teeth longer than man’s forearm. He spoke to the brave woman on the bank of his lake. To her he said, “Put down your weapons for I mean you no harm. Uktena told her to sit and to listen. Uktena dipped his head below the surface and came back up a moment later. In his mouth he had a strangely crooked stick and a leather pouch, which he lay on the ground in front of Red Arrow Woman.
Then the Great Uktena began to teach. He said, “This that I have laid before you is the Sacred Pipe of The Creator.” He then told her to pick up the pipe. “The bowl is of the same red clay the Creator used to make your kind. The red clay is womankind and is from the Earth. Just as a woman bears the children and brings forth life, the bowl bears the sacred tobacco (tsula) and brings forth smoke. The stem is man, rigid and strong. The stem is from the plant kingdom, and like a man it supports the bowl, just as man supports his family.”
Uktena then showed Red Arrow Woman how to join the bowl to the stem saying, “Just as a man and a woman remain separate until joined in marriage so too are the bowl and stem separate. Never to be joined unless the pipe is used.”
Uktena then showed her how place the sacred tsula into the pipe and with an ember from the fire lit the tsula so it burned slightly. He told her this, “The smoke is the breath of the Creator. When you draw the smoke in into your body, you will be cleansed and made whole. When the smoke leaves your mouth, it will rise to the Creator. Your prayers, your dreams, your hopes and desires will be taken to Him in the smoke, and the truth in your soul will be shown to Him when you smoke the pipe. If you are not true, do not smoke the pipe; if your spirit is bad and you seek to deceive, do not smoke the pipe.” Uktena continued his lesson well into the night teaching Red Arrow Woman all of the prayers used with the pipe and all of the reasons for using the pipe. He finished just as the moon was beginning her nightly journey across the sky in search of her true love. He told Red Arrow Woman to wrap the pipe in red cloth, keeping the parts separate.
Uktena then returned to depths of the lake, telling Red Arrow Woman she would never again be able to find this place but she would remember all she learned. Red Arrow Woman saw the water shimmer and become again the field of grass. She left, taking with her the pipe and her lessons and a wondrous tale.
Ever since that time, The Ani Yun Wiya have used the sacred pipe and never again has any man seen the sacred lake of Uktena.
The pipe is not a symbol of things that are sacred. The pipe itself is sacred. Not everyone is called upon to be a pipe bearer. The person who carries the pipe and practices the pipe ceremonies and traditions has a great responsibility to his brothers and sisters, his land and country and even to the Earth Mother.
“We are called hollow bones for our people and for anyone else we can help, and we are not supposed to seek power for our personal use and honor.” –Fools Crow, LAKOTA
In order for us to use our power well, we must become a hollow bone. We must prepare ourselves to become a channel. Our channel must be clean before we can use our power well. We must be free of resentments, guilt, shame, anger, self pity, and fear. If these things are in us, we cannot be hollow bones. These things block us from our power. The cleaner we are, the more power we move. We must become a hollow bone so the Creator can use us to do what he wants us to do.
My Creator, remove from me today all resentment, anger, fear, guilt and selfishness. Do not let my weaknesses stand in the way of my usefulness to You. Make me a hollow bone so Your power can flow through me.
I actually woke with an easing of the mental body squeezing of brain matter. It seems some of the interference has been released. My mind is able to focus on a smile upon the lips rather than discomfort of the mind.
I Love You “I Am” … So grateful for Your presence.
May I be open to know my darkness and true to what light I have. May I be used as a blessing and a friend to life. 🙏🏻📿
“They let her get away” he said. You were the rejuvenator, the one who brought life to them, who turned everything to gold. They lost their dream come true when they came for you. When they decided to try and destroy you, God took you away from them, reclaimed you.
May we be free to feel and say nice things to our self, and to each other. May the hidden drivers of consciousness be evicted from the collective mind. I wish for you Happiness and Peace. I wish for you Ease and Grace. I wish for you Love. A Love so big that it expands well beyond you, Flooding the whole of the realm. I wish for you a Light Body permeated with Joy. I wish for you an Eternity of Bliss, Where no dense, black energy exists. Thank you for enduring the pain. Thank you for not carrying grudges. Thank you for being present, and aware. Thank you for participating in this shift. I Love You.
Thank you, Mother Father God Goddess, Creators of All That Is, For freeing us of the hidden “drivers of consciousness” who have been poking our wounds, triggering our triggers, driving our thought forms using our own voice, and our emotional energy, into suffering. May we finally be free from these manipulations, Free from those who kept “driving” the injury over and over though the mind, opening the wound, running sandpaper into it, never allowing it to heal. Thank you for bearing witness to the truth of it. Thank you for enduring the pain, for the most brutal research necessary to gain irrefutable evidence, and putting blame where it belongs … The manipulators, hindering our healing, hindering our healing affect upon self, and the world, Delaying our purpose. May the Second Sun, The Golden Globe, Rise and Shine.