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

Mother of Christ

Published April 30, 2025 by tindertender

Barbelo is a divine entity, often described as the first thought of the transcendent god, or the first emanation from the unnameable father, according to Britannicaand Wikipedia. She is also referred to as Thought, Providence, Forethought, or Foreknowledge, and is believed to be the mother of Christ in some Gnostic texts. Barbelo is sometimes depicted as the female aspect of the highest god, and is often described as androgynous, with traits of both the mother and father. 

Here’s a more detailed look at Barbelo: 

  • First Emanation: Barbelo is considered the first entity to arise from the transcendent God in Gnostic literature. 
  • First Thought/Image: She is often referred to as “the first thought” and “the image” of the Monad, or the highest God, according to Wikipedia and Gnosticism Explained. 
  • Mother of Christ: In some Gnostic texts, Barbelo is portrayed as the mother of Christ, who is seen as a divine being pre-incarnate, according to Gnosticism Explained and Wikipedia. 
  • Androgyny: Barbelo is often depicted as having both male and female qualities, sometimes referred to as the Mother-Father, the Triple Androgynous Name, or the Eternal Aeon, according to Wikipedia and Wikipedia. 
  • Divine Attributes: Barbelo is associated with foreknowledge, incorruptibility, and eternal life. 
  • Barbelo as Creator: In some Gnostic cosmogonies, Barbelo is depicted as the single passive antecedent of creation in its manifold. 

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Ennoia (also spelled Ennoea) is a concept often associated with the first thought or idea of the supreme deity, Bythos, and plays a role in the creation of the Primal Man. It is also linked to the divine feminine, Wisdom (Sophia), who is depicted as being imprisoned in the material world. 

Here’s a more detailed explanation:

  • Ennoia as a Divine Thought: In Gnostic cosmologies, Ennoia is often presented as the first thought or idea emanating from the supreme being, Bythos, which then gives rise to other aeons (divine entities) and the creation of the world. 
  • Ennoia and Sophia: Ennoia is also closely associated with the divine feminine, Sophia (Wisdom), who is sometimes depicted as a fallen aeon or a source of creation that acts without full divine guidance, leading to the creation of the material world. 
  • The Ennoia’s Fall and Redemption: In some Gnostic mythologies, Ennoia’s descent into the lower realms results in the creation of angels, archangels, and the material universe. She is often portrayed as being imprisoned or suffering in this lower world, and her eventual redemption through gnosis (spiritual knowledge) is a central theme. 
  • Variations in Gnostic Beliefs: While Ennoia is a common concept, its specific role and portrayal can vary across different Gnostic sects and their associated mythologies. 

http://www.gnosis.org/naghamm/trimorph-barnstone.html

Been Waiting for a Long Time!

Published April 30, 2025 by tindertender

A member of Spirit Divine keeps singing a little tune … Lyrics, “I’ve been waiting for a long time!”

I see now after looking up the lyrics that it is “I’ve been hurting for a long time” but Spirit Divine says, “Waiting” rather than hurting … so …

Lyrics:

That girl thinks that she’s so fine
That soon she’ll have my mind
That girl thinks that she’s so smart
That soon she’ll have my heart
She thinks in no time flat
That she’ll be free and clear to start
With her emotional rescue of love that you’ll leave torn apart

That girl thinks that she’s so bad
She’ll change my tears to joy from sad
She says she keeps the upper hand
‘Cause she can please her man
She doesn’t use her love to make him weak
She uses love to keep him strong
And inside me there’s no room for doubt
That it won’t be too long

Before I tell her that I love her
That I want her
That my mind and soul and body needs her
Tell her that I’d love to, that I want to
That I need to do all that I have to
To be in her love

I’ve been hurting for a long time
And you’ve been playing for a long time
You know it’s true
I’ve been holding for a long time
And you’ve been running for a long time
It’s time to do what we have to do

(I’m talkin’ ‘bout that girl, that girl)
(Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah)

That girl knows every single man
Would ask her for her hand
But she says her love is much too deep
For them to understand
She says her love has been crying out
But her lover hasn’t heard
But what she doesn’t realize is that I’ve listened to every word

That’s why I know I’ll tell her that I love her
That I want her
That my mind and soul and body needs her
Tell her that I’d love to, that I want to
That I need to do all that I have to
To be in her love now

I love her
And I want her
And my mind and soul and body needs her
Tell her that I’d love to, that I want to
That I need to do all that I have to
To begin her love

I love her
I want her
My mind and soul and body needs her
Oh, tell her that I’d love to, that I want to
That I need to do all that, oh-ohh-ohhh….

Say I love her, that I want her
That my mind and soul and body needs her
Tell her that I’d love to, that I want to
That I need to do all that I have to
To be in her – that girl!

That girl, that girl!
Oh, that girl, that girl, that girl, that girl, ohhh

42 Extreme Close-Ups of the Human Eye

Published April 30, 2025 by tindertender

It’s like a black hole.

Attitude of Gratitude

Published April 30, 2025 by tindertender

To name a few:

I Am Grateful for this Life!
I Am Grateful for this Love in me!
I Am Grateful for Mobility!
I Am Grateful for this Community!
I Am Grateful for Protections offered me!
I Am Grateful the Divine walks with me!
I Am Grateful for the opportunity to Live Boldly, to Speak Freely, and to Be Seen as I Am.
I Am Grateful the True Divine researches all experiences and actions for consistency and/or manipulation before casting Judgement.
I Am Grateful that I Am Understood by He who matters most, to me.
I Am Grateful for my new Family.

Aho
So It Is
Amen
Thank You

Timelines Collapsing?

Published April 29, 2025 by tindertender

Comforting the Inner Child

Published April 28, 2025 by tindertender

Often times we defend ourselves via anger due to feeling the need to protect the inner child from hurt. Be that suppressed ice-cold passive anger or outright active anger.

Every trigger is an opportunity to respond in a more loving way. I don’t mean being a pleaser or a victim and allowing someone to treat you badly. I mean being able to be compassionate which means unconditional loving with ‘healthy boundaries.’

Sometimes you will react strongly when the button is pushed, other times you will have space enough to move away and de-escalate the hurt. When you do get space, even for a few minutes, it’s an opportunity to be loving towards your inner child and reassuring them that they are safe within you. They are sensitive to discordant vibrations within the nervous system. They need to hear from you!

This dialogue with the inner child helps in calming the hurt and calming the nervous system, so you can find a healthy response rather than a reaction.

We are all a work in progress.
One breath one step at a time.
Your inner child needs to feel safe within you, and the best person to give them that reassurance, is you.

Blessings 🐾🌿✨

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Be the One Who Heals

Published April 27, 2025 by tindertender

Ay-hay, nitotem. Sit with me by the fire awhile. Let me tell you a story—one the ancestors placed in my heart when I was young and full of hurt, and one that’s kept me walking straight even when the winds of sorrow tried to bend me.

Long ago, before the town came, before the hydro dams took the breath from our rivers, there was a boy named Kīsikāw, which means “He Who Comes From the Sky.” He was born during a thunderstorm—his first cries were swallowed by the roar of the heavens, and the old ones said he was destined to carry lightning in his heart. But that lightning—it’s a dangerous thing, êkwa—because it can burn just as easily as it can shine.

Kīsikāw grew up in a house where love was a quiet, broken thing. His father, wounded by residential school, carried pain like a second skin. He didn’t know how to be gentle. His words struck like fists. His silence cut deeper. And his mother, she tried—oh, how she tried—but she was drowning in her own grief. The boy learned early that some wounds don’t bleed on the outside.

When Kīsikāw was older, he carried that pain like a bone knife tucked under his ribs. He judged quickly, he rejected before he could be rejected, and his shame made him sharp. People saw him as cold, but really, he was just trying not to break apart.

Then, one day, an old woman named Nôhkom Iskwew came to him. She had eyes like the still waters of Pimicikamak, deep and watching. She said, “Grandson, the hurt you carry—did it make you stronger, or just harder?” He couldn’t answer. “You carry the hurt of generations, but you have the chance to be the one who lays it down. Be the one who breaks the chain, not the one who binds it tighter.”

He sat with that. It didn’t make sense at first. How do you heal by opening old wounds? But she told him: “When you were judged, did you not cry out for understanding? When you were cast aside, did you not long for someone to accept you, as you are? Then be that someone.”

And slowly—like the river thawing in spring—he began to change. He learned to listen without defending. To forgive without forgetting. To speak from his heart instead of his pain. He chose to be gentle where his father was harsh. To love fiercely where he was taught to be silent. He became the man he needed as a boy, and in doing so, he healed not only himself, but his children, and their children too.

So I say to you, kîsikâw pîsim, sun-child: be the one who breaks the cycle. Choose compassion over cruelty. Choose to be medicine, not more poison. You are not what happened to you—you are what you choose to become from it.

That is our way. That is the power of pimâtisiwin—the sacred life. Carry it gently.

John Gonzalez
Standing Bear Network

She is Your Mirror

Published April 25, 2025 by tindertender

Men, unfortunately, do not always understand a very simple truth: the woman, when she loves… is intensely reciprocal.

Female nature is like an echo, an emotional reflection.
Let’s absorb man’s attitude towards us on an intuitive and energetic level — his words, his actions, his intentions… and if these match each other.

And then, just… we give it back.
What goes around — comes around.
Sometimes like tenderness, care, peace and a home to rest from the world.
Other times… like coldness, distance and a closed door forever.

Because a woman is not a grudge
She’s not vindictive.
It’s a mirror.
And it reflects exactly what you have put into it.

Do you want a garden? Take care of it.
Do you want love? Love her.
Do you want loyalty? Be worthy of trust.

If you have a calm, warm, loyal and loving woman by your side — it’s not a coincidence. It is the result of your actions.
And if next to you there is coldness and emptiness, it’s not a coincidence either. You are a reflection of what you sow.

Look at your woman… and you will see who you really are.
Because she is your mirror.

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