☆ RAINBOW WARRIORS ☆

Published March 30, 2022 by tindertender

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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NEGATIVE THOUGHTS ARE AS BAD AS CIGARETTES

Published March 29, 2022 by tindertender

Yes, this is true. We are all vibrating energy, and we are all clear on that now. Every negative thought is felt by the body. We might label it as ‘stress’ but it’s actually just a build-up of negative thoughts. All thoughts are vibrating energy, so where else do we think the first place our negative vibration would go? It goes to us.

When we cough something up that we must spit out of our mouths, we are getting rid of an unwanted energy. We are not aware, but this is no accident. Sickness more often than not comes from our thoughts. This is our body’s way of getting rid of thoughts that have manifested into our physical bodies.

~ An Accidental Guru

Setting Sun Woman

Published March 28, 2022 by tindertender

Keeper of tomorrow’s dreams,
Mother of the star-filled night,
Show me how to live my truth
And bring my dreams to light.

Teach how to use my will,
Living the truth I find within,
Discovering all the parts of me
Where light and shadow blend.

Let me sing the song of future
With concern for what will be,
Up holding all of nature’s laws
For creatures, stones, and trees.

Mother, I see you in the sunset
And I hear you in the rain.
You teach me inner knowing
Through your heart’s sweet refrain.

Setting Sun Woman.

Clan Mother of the Ninth Moon Cycle.

Setting Sun Woman is the Keeper of tomorrow’s goals and dreams. She is the Clan Mother of the ninth Moon Cycle, which falls in September and is connected to the color green. Green is the color of will; Setting Sun Woman shows us how to properly use our wills to insure the abundance of the future. She teaches us that the will to live, the will to survive, the will to be impeccable in preserving the Earth Mother’s resources are paramount parts of our Earth walk.

This Clan Mother teaches us how to live the truth and sits in the West direction of the Medicine Wheel. The West direction is the home of the feminine principle, the Earth Mother, the setting sun and night sky. The abilities we gain from learning the lessons of the West are concern, dependability, nurturing, inner-knowing, achievements, and goals. The West is sometimes called the Looking-within Place because the feminine principle is naturally intuitive and is willing to be receptive.

How To Be An Empowered Woman

Published March 28, 2022 by tindertender

If you want to be a bad ass sexually empowered woman, embrace your inner hag.

Thats right.

The crone. The ancient old woman. The witch. The hag.

The crone archetype is an aspect of the feminine not exactly associated with sexuality.

Women groom themselves to be girls. The younger the better.

Paint those lips red and blush those cheeks like you are wet and ripe for impregnation.

Make them believe you are in perpetual ovulation.

Make them hard. Make them desire you.

Get that face lift. Suck in that belly. Bat those lashes.

Guess what.

The crone doesn’t give a fuck.

And that is her power.

She embraces her spider lines and swinging, sagginesss.

After all, this is what life does to the body of a woman…eventually!

Does that make you uncomfortable? Would you rather not see?

Her secret threatens to corrupt you.

She can make you wild.

She can reveal to you your power.

Your volcanic senseless holy.

Once she opens her mouth, the jig is up.

They tell you she is crazy.

Dangerous because she has broken out of that jail cell you call restrictions.

How would you have sex if you didn’t give a fuck about how pretty you look?

Or how flat your stomach is?

The crone is not an object of desire.

She is free to claim her own desire.

In a world that praises women for being objects of desire.

Where the more lust you can seduce the more value you possess, the crone is laughing with that cackle that only women of power have.

She does not possess the enchanting beauty of the maiden or the fertile reproductive juices of the mother.

She no longer bleeds. She no longer bares children.

Her sex no longer waxes and wanes with the moon, gaining and draining energy with each passing tide.

She is full.

The portal to her blood has been sealed.

She is drinking in the nectar. She is bathing in its luminous darkness.

Her sex is a diamond pressed and polished by years of experience and wisdom.

She has passed through all the phases of initiation as a woman.

That heavy web of social conditions all feminine creatures are baptized into.

She is unraveling herself from these webs.

She has liberated her sex from all their stories.

She is making it to the other side.

Freeing herself.

Without the ability to be a mother or a sex object, what is left of a woman and her sex?

I’ll tell you what.

Pure power that doesn’t give a fuck.

Crazy wisdom that knows how to make love to the moment.

Sex that ripples through every authentic cell of your body.

Sex that pulses with every tiny whisper of life knowing life.

If you want to find the seat of your sexual power.

Your real deep sovereign sexual nature.

Find the crone that lives in you.

Wild. Ugly. Innocent. Real.

The real initiation begins here.

Author: Maya Luna

Photo Art: Sarah Peirse

The Healer

Published March 28, 2022 by tindertender

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

She Who Heals

Published March 28, 2022 by tindertender

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

Remember, Woman

Published March 28, 2022 by tindertender

Remember, Woman, you were born

life giver, miracle creator, magic maker.

You were born with the heart of a thousand mothers,

open and fearless and sweet.

You were born with the fire of Queens and conquerors,

warrioress blood you bleed.

You were born with the wisdom of sages and shamans,

no wound can you not heal.

You were born the teller of your own tale,

before none should you kneel.

You were born with an immeasurable soul

reaching out past infinity.

You were born to desire with passion, abandon,

and to name your own destiny.

Remember, Woman, remember

you are more than you can see.

Remember, Woman, remember

you are loved endlessly.

Remember, Woman, your power, and grace,

the depth of your deep sea heart.

Never forget you are Woman, divine,

as you have been from the start.

~ by Reese Leyv

Letting It Go

Published March 28, 2022 by tindertender

There are times we do not understand each other. We may think” You’re a crazy conspiracy theorist!” and when we discover the truth of what they spoke we fell humbled, embarrassed, and maybe ashamed if we treated them harshly for speaking what was truth for them.

At this point, the embarrassment of the past may prohibit us from apologizing, admitting we did not understand, but now do.

Yet we must apologize, mend broken relationships, and move toward harmony.

There are many things in this world which are half-truths, designed to separate and pit us against one another.

It is necessary to investigate before criticizing, and if we still do not fully agree, at least honor our fellow being from the space we are in, showing respect for the space they currently find themselves in.

In this way, we can properly learn from each other, becoming more than we were before.

No-thing Goes Unnoticed

Published March 28, 2022 by tindertender

If people truly understood that the things they do and say when they think no one is watching or listening is actually seen and heard by many in our neighboring, unseen realms, they might consider keeping a more peaceful inner dialog, and not do the things darkness tempts them with.

No-thing goes unnoticed. When folks think they’re being sneaky and clever, the only one they’re fooling is themself. All is known.

Since so many people have separated themselves from Creator and the love of life itself, they do not understand that they are choosing separation from Source, the essence of life. It is my belief that this is why they cannot sense the harm they do, for they are disconnected.

There are others who do what they are told … to gain power and respect, or authority over others … but the inside of them begins to fade, that goodness that dwelled there. They notice it and continue anyway … this time perhaps because of a fear that if they stop, they will be killed, or those they care for.

This cycle has to shift somehow, and it truly is in the hands of those who are being used, given instruction to cause more damage. The choice of what the future will be is in their hands, not their bosses. Their bosses are nothing without them.

Power comes most cleanly by open sharing of ideas and methods which produce the greatest benefit for ALL. Assisting each other whole heartedly, without greed or need for power or control. Sharing and caring is pure at its core. This is the same concept as a good workout that strengthens the human bodies core. This Center is the foundation upon which all else rests, without it, nothing thrives.

There’s no such thing as clever beyond measure. There will always be one better, and there will always be a fall if honor and integrity aren’t in play.

Food or Poison?

Published March 28, 2022 by tindertender

A serious issue as I see it is, they make the poison taste delicious. The senses, when exposed to these toxins are dulled, the cellular function of the body is disrupted, and obesity and health issues ensue. It is intentional, and our brains have a difficult time comprehending how delicious = poison. So people ignore it.