Remember …

Published May 12, 2025 by tindertender

“You deserve a peace that doesn’t ask you to disappear.”

Angels, According to the Bible

Published May 12, 2025 by tindertender

You’ve got folks messed up out there … You’re more than a Myth.

https://x.com/matrixmysteries/status/1921890458164162881?s=46&t=zsZI5mlc1igVGWFu2MUwig

Power is in Choice

Published May 8, 2025 by tindertender

“The empathic ability to feel other’s pain does not make their cure your responsibility.” ~ Author Unknown

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There’s no point in attempting dialog with a triggered person who is certain they know all the facts and have all the answers. They won’t hear a word you say. They’ll argue you are wrong. They’ll insist you see as they do, or they’ll sling insults. Just walk away. It’s not a vibration of compassion or peace.

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We must learn to stand in our own authority and not let others “lead” us where we otherwise would not go.

Just understand that there will be others who try to knock you out of balance and down.

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Power is in choice. Why do you think they are trying so hard to take the ability to choose away from you? And no, I’m not talking about Roe vs Wade.

The violator/oppressor wants you to believe you chose a life of suffering, that you must accept it. Besides, it doesn’t matter what you ‘chose’. What matters is what you NOW choose.

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The more you give the more you receive, and I don’t mean in the material realm. Spiritually, you expand.

Giving can look like dancing in the living room, amping up your energy and blasting it out into the world, with love.

It can be in prayer, supporting our higher Selves and Relatives, all who are working on behalf of the sacred.

It can be many things, done with heart and pure loving intention.

Yes. This is what we do as antennae of the world, as the bridge linking upper and lower realms.

The more you give, the more you receive.

The more you give and receive, the greater the light you blast into these linked worlds.

The more light you receive from the upper and blast into the lower, the quicker change for the better is affected.

Yes. You are that powerful.

All things with Love, and a calm, steady emotional body.

Stay out of anger and fear.

This energy feeds the oppressor.

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A Wind Dance

Published May 7, 2025 by tindertender

“Another” repeat lesson, the lesson of fine-tuning my own thoughts regarding connections. Largely, happiness and sadness are mine to create. If I tell myself someone hates me, likely, I will be putting that energy between us, I may even get real angry (I’m an expert at riling myself up!). If I tell myself someone loves me, this would be the energy put between us. This goes for normal connections, not the ones where someone feels they own the show, and control. I am the creator of my reality. I can get real depressed and mad and sad, easily allowing my mind to “fall” into negativity, or I can think there are perhaps many in the world (even tho they be unseen) who love me, and “rise” on the wings of that knowing … or dream … whatever one wishes to call it. As creators, it is important to focus on the good potentials … often, others will be willing to give us what we “think”. Make it a good dream.

In the past during over two decades of mental and energetic r.a.p.e., I focused, saying, “My dream for my future is greater than the enemy’s fantasy for me”. Now that there are more intimate energetic connections, the intensity of the feelings has increased as well as my vulnerabilities. I have to apply the same philosophy to this current scenario, despite what another may believe, and if they don’t like my story, my dream, they are welcome to leave.

Many of us have been so betrayed and heart and energetically abused, it is easy to sink into a pitiful, raging mess. No one wants that. This energy must be shed, or transmuted, if we wish to live in an energy of love. Trust is an issue for most of us these days, which is why so many of us are alone with our “dream” which can hurt or heal. Choice. The mind is a beautiful thing, nearly destroyed by the experiences of this realm.

May Your Path Be Blessed.

I believe it is true the “Great I Am” will give us what we are trying to create. It’s the lessons of ascension. Are we wallowing in a toroidal mess? Or synchronized in this little, or big, Wind Dance?

Irish Slaves

Published May 7, 2025 by tindertender

This article is interesting as the Curator and friends have mentioned Barbados and Virginia several times …

“They came as slaves: human cargo transported on British ships bound for the Americas. They were shipped by thehundreds of thousands and included men, women, and even the youngest of children.

Whenever they rebelled or even disobeyed an order, they were punished in the harshest ways. Slave owners would hang their human property by their hands and set their hands or feet on fire as one form of punishment. Some were burned alive and had their heads placed on pikes in the marketplace as a warning to other captives.

We don’t really need to go through all of the gory details, do we? We know all too well the atrocities of the African slave trade.

But are we talking about African slavery? King James VI and Charles I also led a continued effort to enslave the Irish. Britain’s Oliver Cromwell furthered this practice of dehumanizing one’s next door neighbor.

The Irish slave trade began when James VI sold 30,000 Irish prisoners as slaves to the New World. His Proclamation of 1625 required Irish political prisoners be sent overseas and sold to English settlers in the West Indies.

By the mid 1600s, the Irish were the main slaves sold to Antigua and Montserrat. At that time, 70% of the total population of Montserrat were Irish slaves.

Ireland quickly became the biggest source of human livestock for English merchants. The majority of the early slaves to the New World were actually white.

From 1641 to 1652, over 500,000 Irish were killed by the English and another 300,000 were sold as slaves. Ireland’s population fell from about 1,500,000 to 600,000 in one single decade.

Families were ripped apart as the British did not allow Irish dads to take their wives and children with them across the Atlantic. This led to a helpless population of homeless women and children. Britain’s solution was to auction them off as well.

During the 1650s, over 100,000 Irish children between the ages of 10 and 14 were taken from their parents and sold as slaves in the West Indies, Virginia and New England. In this decade, 52,000 Irish (mostly women and children) were sold to Barbados and Virginia.

Another 30,000 Irish men and women were also transported and sold to the highest bidder. In 1656, Cromwell ordered that 2000 Irish children be taken to Jamaica and sold as slaves to English settlers.

Many people today will avoid calling the Irish slaves what they truly were: Slaves. They’ll come up with terms like “Indentured Servants” to describe what occurred to the Irish. However, in most cases from the 17th and 18th centuries, Irish slaves were nothing more than human cattle.

As an example, the African slave trade was just beginning during this same period. It is well recorded that African slaves, not tainted with the stain of the hated Catholic theology and more expensive to purchase, were often treated far better than their Irish counterparts.

African slaves were very expensive during the late 1600s (£50 Sterling). Irish slaves came cheap (no more than £5 Sterling). If a planter whipped, branded or beat an Irish slave to death, it was never a crime. A death was a monetary setback, but far cheaper than killing a more expensive African.

The English masters quickly began breeding the Irish women for both their own personal pleasure and for greater profit. Children of slaves were themselves slaves, which increased the size of the master’s free workforce.

Even if an Irish woman somehow obtained her freedom, her kids would remain slaves of her master. Thus, Irish mothers, even with this new found emancipation, would seldom abandon their children and would remain in servitude.

In time, the English thought of a better way to use these women to increase their market share: The settlers began to breed Irish women and girls (many as young as 12) with African men to produce slaves with a distinct complexion. These new “mulatto” slaves brought a higher price than Irish livestock and, likewise, enabled the settlers to save money rather than purchase new African slaves.

This practice of interbreeding Irish females with African men went on for several decades and was so widespread that, in 1681, legislation was passed “forbidding the practice of mating Irish slave women to African slave men for the purpose of producing slaves for sale.” In short, it was stopped only because it interfered with the profits of a large slave transport company.

England continued to ship tens of thousands of Irish slaves for more than a century. Records state that, after the 1798 Irish Rebellion, thousands of Irish slaves were sold to both America and Australia. There were horrible abuses of both African and Irish captives. One British ship even dumped 1,302 slaves into the Atlantic Ocean so that the crew would have plenty of food to eat.

There is little question the Irish experienced the horrors of slavery as much (if not more, in the 17th Century) as the Africans did. There is also little question that those brown, tanned faces you witness in your travels to the West Indies are very likely a combination of African and Irish ancestry.
In 1839, Britain finally decided on it’s own to end its participation in Satan’s highway to hell and stopped transporting slaves. While their decision did not stop pirates from doing what they desired, the new law slowly concluded this chapter of Irish misery.

But, if anyone, black or white, believes that slavery was only an African experience, then they’ve got it completely wrong. Irish slavery is a subject worth remembering, not erasing from our memories.

But, why is it so seldom discussed? Do the memories of hundreds of thousands of Irish victims not merit more than a mention from an unknown writer?

Or is their story to be the one that their English masters intended: To completely disappear as if it never happened.

None of the Irish victims ever made it back to their homeland to describe their ordeal. These are the lost slaves; the ones that time and biased history books conveniently forgot.

Interesting historical note: the last person killed at the Salem Witch Trials was Ann Glover. She and her husband had been shipped to Barbados as a slave in the 1650’s. Her husband was killed there for refusing to renounce Catholicism.

In the 1680’s she was working as a housekeeper in Salem. After some of the children she was caring for got sick she was accused of being a witch.
At the trial they demanded she say the Lord’s Prayer. She did so, but in Gaelic, because she didn’t know English. She was then hung.”

To learn more you can go to the following sources:

Political Education Committee (PEC)
American Ireland Education Foundation
54 South Liberty Drive, Suite 401
Stony Point NY 10980

Point to Point

Published May 6, 2025 by tindertender

Shared by a viewer on my YouTube channel.

POINT TO POINT
THROUGH OUT THE REALMS

WHAT IS BEING DONE IS SIMPLE ENOUGH TO DEDUCE ON YOU OWN.

PEOPLE WHO CAN’T RECOGNIZE – HALLUCINATE

PEOPLE WHO CAN’T COMMUNICATE – RESIDE IN SECRECY

PEOPLE WHO CAN’T PERCEIVE- ARE IN DUALITY ( TIES )

PEOPLE WHO CAN’T ORIENT ( THEMSELVES ) ARE IN AND OUT OF DETACHMENTS

PEOPLE WHO CAN’T UNDERSTAND WIND UP IN OBLIVION (S)

PEOPLE WITH OUT ENLIGHTENMENT ARE IN CATATONIA

PEOPLE WITH OUT ENERGY ARE IN SHOCK ( S)

PEOPLE WHO CAN’T ADJUST FEELINGS GO THROUGH HYSTERIA ( S)

PEOPLE WHO CAN’T EM-BODY A THING FIND THEMSELVES IN DELUSIONS ABOUT THAT THING, FALSITIES.

PEOPLE WHO CAN’T PREDICT ARE IN IN-ACTUALITIES AND INCOMPLETENESS’S.

PEOPLE WITH OUT ACTIVITY ( TIES ) WIND UP IN DISASTERS ALWAYS AND DISCONNECTIONS .

PEOPLE WHO CAN’T PRODUCE ARE INTROVERTED CAUSING LITTLE TO OCCUR.

PEOPLE DON’T HAVE RESULTS ARE NUMB IN GIFTS CAUSING CRIMINALITY ( TIES ).

PEOPLE WHO CAN’T REVIEW THINGS ARE ALWAYS SUFFERING DISASTERS AND PIT FALLS .

PEOPLE WHO LOSE ABILITY (TIES) SUFFER DESPAIR AND ARE DISPERSED ALL OVER.

PEOPLE WITH OUT PURPOSES FIND THEM SELVES IN RUIN AND ERODED PLANS.

PEOPLE WHO CAN’T CLEAR THINGS CAN EFFECT NOTHING AND ARE FIXATED.

PEOPLE WHO CAN’T REALIZE ANYTHING ARE IN CONSTANT NEED OF CHANGE AND ARE IN GLEE (A SORT OF INSANITY)

PEOPLE WITH OUT CONDITIONS ( PROPER) DEMAND IMPROVEMENTS, ALSO EXPERIENCE ELATION ( INSANITY)

PEOPLE WITH OUT (A TRUE ) EXISTENCE EXPERIENCE HOPE (A STANDING WAVE) MASOCHISM (S)

PEOPLE WITH OUT TRUTH OR SOURCE NEED CONSTANT HELP AND ARE SADISTIC TO THE LOSS OF IT.

ECT.

THIS IS SIMPLE AND WHAT YOU ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO KNOW. THIS IS COMMON SENSE AND YOU DO NOT NEED TO BE SMART TO GET IT
IT IS AN ALGORITHM AND IT IS USED AGAINST YOU.

Little Red Riding Hood

Published May 5, 2025 by tindertender

“When Little Red Riding Hood
Defeats the wolf –
When the lamb becomes the lion –
And the prey becomes the huntress –
Everyone acts surprised.

As if they did not see her coming.
As if they did not place the salt on her wounds.
As if they did not cut her open,
open her wide –
Expect her to swallow her defeat.

They should’ve learned
A long time ago
Exactly who she was.
You saw the scars.
You saw the battle wounds.
You knew she survived them.

So tell me,
What kind of woman survives this kind of war?
Only a woman who is the war.

Who brings the war with her,
Her bare naked feet filled with soot,
Scorched earth between her toes.
They tried to pour ice into her lungs –
Tried to keep the truth buried, frozen –
Tried to keep her quiet, but they forgot –

She still breathes fire
because she was made from it.

You will ask her to bow and she will climb.
You will ask her to crawl and she will rise.
You will ask her to die and she will be reborn.
You will bury her and she will grow.

You should’ve known that
This is not a woman
Who fears the wolf.
The wolf fears her.”

🐺 Shahida Arabi
🎨 Lisa Aisato Artist
Via Sacred Sisters Full Moon Circle

Stay Golden

Published May 2, 2025 by tindertender

I’ve been doing mental exercises the last couple days. This morning, Spirit Divine gifted me a message. Our efforts are witnessed family. They see, hear, know the struggle. Apparently it’s going to get better…❤️‍🩹

That is MY Horse

Published May 1, 2025 by tindertender

A few weeks ago I heard a masculine say to another, “That is my horse.”

It just came to mind again, so I googled what a horse might mean …

But first ~
The false telepaths who fancy themselves drivers of consciousness want folks to believe a person is no more than an animal, a commodity, a transport, from here to there, a work-horse which helps them complete task … this was part of the degrading verbiage the hidden interferers were pumping into the field of awareness during last Sunday’s mental attack as I was chopping wood in the forest.

What is a horse a metaphor for?
The metaphor of the rider and the horse. The rider is your rational thinking, your mind. And the horse is your emotions, your energy, your power, the animal part of your nature.

What did the horse represent?
In its earliest symbolic perception, the horse was disquieting and chtonian, but later became associated with the sun as a result of its domestication. It is most often a lunar animal linked to mother earth, water, sexuality, dreams, divination and the renewal of vegetation.

What is the spiritual meaning of a horse?
The Horse symbolizes travel, stamina, adventure and intuition, embodying the spirit of freedom and the relentless pursuit of new horizons. Wild Horses, with their unbridled energy and desire to roam, remind us of the deep-seated need for exploration in our own lives.

And just now, I’m thinking of the 4 horsemen …

The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, as described in the Book of Revelation, are four biblical figures who appear upon the unsealing of the first four of the seven seals. They are widely interpreted as representing Conquest, War, Famine, and Death.

Here’s a more detailed breakdown:

Conquest (or Religious Deception): The first horseman rides a white horse, symbolizing the conquering power that often precedes the apocalypse. Some interpretations also view this as representing religious deception.

War: The second horseman rides a red horse and is often depicted with a sword, representing war and conflict.

Famine: The third horseman rides a black horse, signifying famine and starvation.

Death: The fourth horseman rides a pale horse, representing death and pestilence.

Symbolism: The four horsemen are not just literal beings; they are symbolic representations of the chaos and suffering that will accompany the end times.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Four_Horsemen_of_the_Apocalypse

Some of you Suns and Stars are transport in this Spiritual Battle for Amazing and Skillful Holy Warriors from the Kingdom of the Most High … unseen … and you will not be falling, not this time. You Holy Steeds, whether you be a Stallion or a Mare, are Divine, and this is your Last Rodeo.

I heard the Divine state, “Lust will be your down-fall.”

When a warrior pays heed to the lustful energies they’ll be distracted, and someone may come along and steal their horse.

Be aware Family, whether you are the Rider or the Steed, be 100% present in all of your circumstances until the Most High Divine give the go-ahead, letting you know the war is over and it is time to relax and BE with one another. Don’t “jump the gun” or you may get shot.

Sky Woman

Published April 30, 2025 by tindertender

Come, nîtisânak, sit close and listen now. The fire is warm, and the stories are ready to be told. These are not just words—these are the echoes of our ancestors, and today I will give you one that was passed to me when my own heart was heavy.

Once, long ago—but also yesterday and maybe even tomorrow—there was a young woman from our nation. Her name was Kîsikâw Iskwêw, “Sky Woman,” for she was born under the dancing northern lights, and the people said she carried their spirit in her eyes.

Sky Woman had a heart that was always open—like the mouth of the Nelson River in spring, bursting with life. She gave, and gave, and gave. She offered her time, her thoughts, her laughter, and even her pain, to those who stood near her fire. But not all who came brought wood. Some came only to take her warmth, never to help the fire grow.

She spent many winters tending other people’s hearths, hoping they would one day help her build her own. But seasons passed, and she grew tired. Her laughter faded, her eyes lost their light, and still she asked herself: Why do I feel so empty when I give so much?

One night, her kokum came to her in a dream. Her kokum’s voice was gentle like the wind through spruce needles.

“Kîsikâw Iskwêw,” she said, “you are a flame, not a forest. You were not meant to burn yourself down so others can see.”

Sky Woman awoke crying. But this time, it was not sorrow. It was truth rising up from her spirit.

She began to walk differently after that. She stopped knocking on closed lodges. She stopped trying to heal those who only pointed at their wounds and never reached for medicine. She stopped pouring her spirit into empty cups.

And you know what happened, nîtisân? Her fire began to burn brighter. Slowly, people came—different ones this time. Not those who demanded, but those who shared. Not those who drained her spirit, but those who danced with it. They brought stories. They brought wood for her fire. And together, they made warmth that lasted through many winters.

This is what I want to tell you, my relative: not everyone is meant to sit by your fire. Some will come only to warm their hands, and leave you cold. Let them go. Let them walk their own path.

You are not the keeper of every broken spirit.

Protect your energy, like we protect our medicines. Not out of selfishness—but out of respect. Because your spirit, your laughter, your gifts—they are sacred.

And remember this, my grandchild: the Creator never asked you to shrink to be loved. He made you whole. Stay whole.

Now, stoke your fire, and open your arms to those who bring love, honesty, and joy. The ones who walk beside you, not behind you or ahead.

And one day, you’ll look around, and the circle around your fire will be full—but not crowded. Just right. Just enough.

That, nîtisânak, is how we remember who we are.

Do you feel that warmth? It’s your fire coming back to life.

John Gonzalez
Standing Bear Network