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Fragile, Fist Pounding, Little Boy Executioner … Sealing His Own Fate

Published April 14, 2019 by tindertender

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-6911347/North-Korea-two-female-fortune-tellers-shot-dead-public-execution.html?ito=facebook_share_fbia-top

“This execution was designed to ‘maintain social order’ amid fears that fortune telling has become too widespread.”

Fearful little twit has to execute seers because of their threat to his ‘power’. Wow. Little boy is weak. Can take life, but cannot live with it. Fragile indeed.

The thing is, they honestly think they are ending the influence of these beautiful souls, not understanding that life does not end simply because the body quits. No … these influences will continue long after they take the body.

It will be these who whisper in the ear … at ALL times of the day and night, for now they need no sleep. Way to go hero, you’re sinking your own ship, sealing your own fate.

Then there is the USA president who loves this guy … I suspect this isn’t going to end well for much of anyone.

Torn …

Published October 6, 2018 by tindertender

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My love has been trampled, my life and the life of my children abused. Yet still, I listen to and have compassion for the one responsible for much of it. He says to me these days, “You used to listen to me.” Yes, I did. I used to trust him, and then I experienced his true self. As he called me selfish, he behaved in that manner, deflecting the action(s) onto me.

While he calls Dr. Ford harsh names, spewing spittle from his mouth and snarling as he does, I cannot help to wonder what he will think when he passes from body. Will he become aware of the wrongs he has done? Will he take responsibility for his portion of pain in this world?

Currently so many people refuse to own their part of the whole. They look at themselves as successful, righteous, and fair. The changes they have taken part in … the coercion, the judgement of others … it has never even occurred to them that somehow they may have had a hand in a painful outcome, they are too busy laying blame elsewhere while they don their hats of superiority.

I mentioned to the room of guides and spirits, “He will know some day” and in return, “Someday soon”. It is so strange that through it all I still have love and compassion for this relationship, and others. I honestly don’t think people are aware of what they do, for they are too busy looking outside themselves, blaming others, than taking a good hard look at themselves. Maybe because it hurts to do so … I don’t know.

This country is anything but united. Men vs women, skin color separation, ethnicity differences, religious practices, awareness and sharing and refusal and demoralization by those who cannot see.

Children, animals, and others who do not wish to fight are abused every single day.

I will never lay down and pretend to be weak. I will never think it is okay for someone to stomp on another persons right to freedom of choice. Too many think they have the authority to tell a woman what to wear, what to say or not to say, what work to do, or not to do. They mistreat her as she brings new life into this world, they beat her physically and emotionally and they think this is acceptable.

Even towards those who have caused me pain I still find the love I had originally. I hope that when the time comes for them to experience what they unleashed onto others lives  it will not be as painful as the original experience, for all at once, this will be unbearable. I know what is coming even while they refuse to believe.

I look into my life and I wonder about my actions … how did my words and motivations affect those who took part in this life? I would like to break it down, understand it, and try to make it right before I leave this body, for afterward, there will not be that opportunity.

 

To Say “I Didn’t Know” Is No Longer Valid’

Published July 19, 2018 by tindertender

Daily so many people eat the flesh of innocence while they slander those who take human life. Animals are innocent, like children, and they are brutalized and slaughtered and eaten, every day.

I was raised eating meat. I did not like it as a child, most do not. But their ‘guardians’ force them to eat it, and over decades these children become accustomed to it, just as the young person who takes their first drink of alcohol knows it tastes putrid, yet drinks it anyway due to peer pressure. (I came to realize the horror of this cycle several years ago, and have been learning and practicing a new way since).

These habits have been passed down through generations, and there are better, more humane ways of getting nutrition and finding a happy place.

Participation in this cycle, whether doing the killing, or doing the eating, guilt is shared equally. It is no more ‘okay’ than eating a human child, or the family pet.

The mindset that humans are lords over life and command who lives and who dies, is absurd. In this thought process, all are militant, cannibalistic bringers of suffering to the earth.

Lying to self and making excuses does not excuse … damages to life and fear added into the world is the only creation this brings. Participants, if not willing to accept responsibility and work toward eliminating pain and fear, cannot ever be part of peace and joy.

If you eat meat, you may as well eat other people who eat meat. Some say this is the best way to get protein. Using that logic, why choose a species that is vegetarian? May as well choose a meat eater, since by this insane idea, those who eat meat must have more protein in their bodies.

One day being a cannibal may be all you get, if the animals become sparce, and you haven’t learned how to grow nutritious foods … Is this the world you wish to continue creating and live in?

Medical Madness ~ SSRIs and Mass Killings

Published February 21, 2018 by tindertender

Antidepressants and the affect on people are SO dangerous!! Pharma has had too much leeway with the public, and not held accountable.

Drugs kill, those who take them, and those affected by those who take them. Yet they are still prescribed massively!!

I was put on one of these (prozac) years ago for depression. I had an experience where I tore the phone off the wall and slammed it into the floor until it was unrecognizable. It was an uncontrollable rage, NEVER experienced before. I called the doctor and told him I needed to be weened off that crap and his response? He said I needed MORE of it!! I quit cold turkey, these are a prescription for danger and death. Depression passes people, smoke a joint instead. BTW, withdrawals from these things are absolutely awful. I refuse to take that shit!!!

The True Terrorists

Published February 18, 2017 by tindertender

http://unrealfacts.com/first-use-word-terrorism-oxford-dictionary-defined-terrorism-government-intimidation/

… Why did the Oxford Dictionary describe the first use of terrorism as government by intimidation?

At the time of the first ever use of the word terrorism in the Oxford English Dictionary, the world, Europe, and particularly France, were amid radical political upheaval. The American Colonies had revolted against their imperial masters, and France had dispatched with the monarchy and all its pomp and ceremony, titles and honors. It was France in which the original definition of terrorism took its form

Immediately following the first phase of the French Revolution was a period known as the Reign of Terror, or simply The Terror. It began in September 1793 and lasted for a period of nine months until late July 1794. In that time tens of thousands who were considered to be enemies of the Revolution were executed. The Terror, and terrorism itself became known as a form of government intimidation, all thanks to the activities that were taking place in France. It was in 1795, a year after the mass killings had ended, that the Oxford English dictionary first used the word terrorism to describe tyrannical state behavior, and it was in connection to the Reign of Terror in France.

Video below shows recent actions of the true terrorists … they are bold now days and do not care about showing the people their true colors.

There are those who wish for Life and for Peace not only for themselves but for future generations … many future generations. They know that if the rich and greedy are allowed to continue doing what they have always done the land and waters will die, and so will ALL life.

First Hand Account Of Brutality At Standing Rock

Published November 26, 2016 by tindertender

Michael Keoni DeFranco
Founder of @GetLua, secure messaging for the healthcare industry. Passionate about #greentech and perpetuating Native Hawaiian culture. E Komo Mai.

Bury My Heart at Standing Rock

11/24/16
I was on site at Standing Rock, North Dakota from Saturday, November 19th through Tuesday, November 22th. I traveled to camp with my sister, cousin and a friend. We stayed with friends in the Haudenosaunee Confederacy, the Iroquois, at Oceti Sakowin Camp. I was drawn to spend time at camp due to the support the First Nations have given to the Kanaka Maoli people, the Hawaiians, in our efforts against the development of Mauna Kea as well as the Department of Interior’s recommendation to list Native Hawaiians as a Native American tribe. The root cause in our efforts against this classification lay evident in the incidents that occurred on Sunday, November 20th. The First Nations of this country have not been given the respect they deserve and their human rights have been constantly betrayed over the course of the last few 100 years. What I witnessed on the evening of the 20th will never leave me.

The camp has around 8,000 strong at this point and people are constantly entering and leaving to lend support when they can. It was incredibly inspiring to watch men, women and children leave everything behind at home to spend a day, a week, a month. Some have been on site since April and many are committed to staying until the end. The camp is mixed with both indigenous and non-indigenous peoples from all over the world. The camps are strictly prayer camps; alcohol, weapons and violence are strictly prohibited. Car are checked as they enter the camp and security patrols the grounds to ensure the safety of all camping there. I never once felt concerned for my safety, the safety of my family or the others in our camp site. Strangers crossing through our site quickly became friends as they warmed up near the fire. At one point, 5 frozen turkeys, 5 pounds of beef, 3 jugs of water and 3 propane tanks were dropped off by a group heading out of camp that we did not know. We took what we needed and donated the rest to other camps. That’s how life is out at Standing Rock, you watch over others as much as you watch over yourself. You are always well fed, warm and treated like family. There is a feeling of unity and strength between friends, family members and strangers. You can see the unified love and honor in everyone’s eyes as they pass you by. Hugs and laughter fill the air.

At approximately 6pm, our camp was saying goodbye to friends that were on their way back home. We all shared a hug, said a prayer and right as we finished packing them up we felt a ripple through the camp site… The sun was setting and groups on trucks and on horseback were flying through camp, “We need warriors at the front lines, calling all warriors. This is why you are here”. The fight or flight instinct disappeared as we looked each other in the eyes and knew we had to drop everything and head out. Heading out with my younger sister made me uneasy but the look in her eyes told she was ready for this, there was not a hint of fear in her eyes. We headed out and soon a pickup drove up and asked if we needed a ride. We all hopped in and headed out. By the time we made it out of camp and towards the bridge, it was dark. We couldn’t see the front line until we turned the corner and then my jaw dropped. It was a warzone. DAPL has bright lights pointed towards camp all over the northern side to keep you up at night but the amount of lights pointed down towards the bridge was startling, like a movie set. I saw tear gas canisters shooting everywhere, flash bangs going off, concussion grenades and the non-stop water cannons. It was hard to process what was happening as we jumped off the truck and headed towards the barricade on the bridge. As we walked, we heard stories. At this point, this is what I understand. Either DAPL employees or unsanctioned members of the Standing Rock camp attempted to remove two vehicles that have been blocking the bridge for the past few weeks. These burned down vehicles have been blocking emergency vehicles and all traffic from entering the camp on the Northern end for weeks. Some say DAPL burned them, others say the protesters did as they retreated from another assault a few weeks ago. Either way, as a semi-truck hooked up to these vehicles in an attempt to remove them, tear gas canisters were shot at them. Security called out to camp to come support and everyone rushed out. When I got to the front line I was confused. DAPL and the police were fully barricaded on the other side, as they have been some weeks. They had barbed wire and cement blockades across the street, they had armored trucks and police vehicles behind these blockages and behind all of that were police officers in full military riot gear. They were in no danger at all.

The first thing I experienced were the water cannons. A police officer sprayed a water cannon for the entire time we were there, non-stop for hours and hours. They sprayed everyone in sight, back and forth methodically. They targeted anyone in their way and only paused when they ran out of water to replace the hose. The feeling at the front line was jovial, water was harmless right? It wasn’t until hours later and temperature dropped below freezing that the hypothermia began to settle in. When I think back, the premeditated action of freezing unarmed civilians with water for hours is sickening. They knew what they were doing and they knew they could get away with it later on. When I turned at one point, my sister’s hair had turned to icicles and I had to find a blanket to stop her from shivering and take her home. Next came the tear gas canisters, flash bangs and concussion grenades. These were lobbed into the crowd on the bridge nonstop at times, indiscriminately. Their intention was to severely injure us. These were followed by rubber bullets. I watched at times as the police would shoot a tear gas canister, wait for a civilian to pick it up in an attempt to throw it away from others and then spray rubber bullets at that individual. They targeted women and aimed for the head and the legs. I witnessed this. Once a civilian went to the ground, following a direct shot, the police would wait until someone came to their rescue in an attempt to shield them and pull them to the back. The police at that point would aim and shoot all those who helped with more bullets. Many times these people were medics with red crossed clearly visible on their front, backs and arms. I saw the police officers, hiding behind their barrier, actually high-fiving as they took down men, women and elders.

Next came the fire. I saw the police aiming tear gas canisters as well as flares into the surrounding grasslands which would start ground fires when they landed. We could see the hilltops covered with snipers and you could see men run down the hill and start more fires, at one point we saw one individual start 4 fires in a row. In the media, fires have now been blamed on the civilians and the water cannons have been explained as a response to put the fires out. There was no way a civilian could make it up that hill to set a fire if they were not part of the security force, given their presence on the hills that night. It was used as a tactic to the media the next day to explain their actions. Again, the premeditation of this is sickening. The water cannons were going for hours before the fires started and it was always the civilians that ran to put the fires out. This was a deliberate attempt to discredit the civilian accounts. Much later into the night, past midnight, civilians did set two small fires on the south ends of the bridge, completely away from the police and barricades, in an attempt to warm up others suffering from hypothermia. These did not cause any threat to the police in anyway. There was no way to misinterpret what was going on there. I also want to mention the LRAD Sound Cannons which were also being used against us at times. These were completely unnecessary and could have caused permanent hearing damage.

I have to repeat that the police were never in harm’s way. They were behind multiple levels of barricade as well as fully dressed in riot/ military style outfits and hiding behind armored vehicles. They faced off with unarmed civilians dressed in plain clothes, soaking wet, with their hands in the air. There were some bad apples in the crowd, I do want to share a transparent account. Every now and then I did witness a civilian lob a full water bottle over the barricade. That was the extent of it. Each time that happened, the crowd would erupt with anger against that individual. Most of them could be contained, one could not be who continued to throw water bottles. Some suggested he was planted into the camp as has been uncovered many times these last few months. Individuals infiltrate the camp, try to bring violence during peaceful actions and are removed. That being said, a few water bottles lobbed over a barricade does not excuse the direct violence taken by the Morton County Sheriff’s department, DAPL private security and whoever else was hidden behind that barricade.

I was lucky to make it out with little more than soaked clothing and tear gas in my eyes. Flash bangs went off all around me and rubber bullets shot over my head all night. There is one moment I will never forgot: an elderly Sioux women holding a water drum at the edge of the bridge with tears in her eyes singing payers as the tear gas canisters flew over her head. At first I was worried about her and rushed over but I looked into her eyes and I realized she needed to be there. This was her homeland, her backyard. If it was going to be taken from her, they needed to go through her first so she could be at peace with herself. I watched as canister after canister shot over she and the bullets whizzed by. She seemed to have an invisible force field around here. She was there to show them that they may be taking her land but they would never take her spirit. I will keep that image with me for the rest of life.

My heart goes out to the Sioux people and everyone at Standing Rock. They are a good and proud people. Their territory has shrunk for years and year and they’ve been moved back and forth across their land for decades. When you hear the elders speak, first it was gold that the settlers wanted, then it was the lumber, then other minerals, now the oil. They understand the importance of becoming “energy independent” but at what cost and when will this end? We have all the technology necessary to move in the direction of clean energy and away from fossil fuels. They don’t believe this will ever stop, the Sioux just want to exist on their land. They just want to have a place to raise their children, grow their crops, ride their horses and bathe in their water. They are afraid they will have nothing left for their grandchildren and their unborn children. When that does happen they want to make sure they can say they tried. They stood against an invading force and they did not back down. You hear many of the elders expecting to die out there, they ask you to tell their families of their bravery.

It broke my heart and those pieces will always be at Standing Rock.

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