The creature Bigfoot, also known as Sasquatch, is featured in both American and Canadian folklore and has connections to Indigenous cultures.
The name Sasquatch is believed to come from the Salish word Sasq’ets, which means “wild man” or “hairy man”.
The term was coined by Canadian journalist J.W. Burns in the 1930s, who was an Indian agent assigned to the Chehalis Band.
The weasel doesn’t have any skills at all.
The weasel relies on others to accomplish anything, everything.
The weasel will try.
The weasel will die.
My Father is always saying the only way, is to go Kamikaze on it, that “talking” about it doesn’t get anything done.
There are those who DO in this world, and there are those who talk a lot about it.
He’s waiting for them to do something besides talk about it.
That’s where patience comes in.
That’s where “allowing” is of benefit.
Observation is so important.
People will tell everything about their intentions as they “think” about it.
It seems they believe thinking about it will frustrate others, dropping their vibration and frequency, making the seeding of chaos more easily planted.
Folks have a pretty good handle on themselves these days.
The ‘shock’ factor of chaos is wearing off.
You’re unbothered by it!
They don’t know what to do about it, ya’all.
No one got time for that!
“As soon as they thought their plan was going to work,
God created another plan for them.
If it’s a war they want,
It’s a war they’re gonna get.”
~ Intuitivegoddess333
I don’t believe others fantasies about my life.
I won’t involve myself in them.
They’re getting close to their final strike, trying to be real quiet.
Spirit said, “It was all fun and games until they found the Protector.”
And he said, “Good mornin’ America! How are ya? Don’t you know me? I’m your Native Son.”
They won’t be sacrificing the sacrifice.
And if they do, all they’ll do, is open a big ol’ can of whoop ass.
And I believe they’ve already got their hands full.
Spirit’s getting irritated … just DO it already antagonist!
The pipe to the poet:
I am a poet's pipe, His nurse, and: I put his Beast to sleep.
When his blinded chimeras
Come to collide with his forehead, I smoke...And he, in his ceiling, Can no longer see the spiders.
….I make him a sky, clouds, The sea, the desert, mirages;
- He lets his dead eye wander there...
And, when the cloud becomes heavy, He thinks he sees a known shadow,
- And I feel my pipe biting...
- Another whirlwind unties
His soul, his shackles, his life!
….And I feel myself fading.-he is sleeping-
-Sleep again: the Beast is calmed, Follow your dream to the end...
My Poor!.. the smoke is everything.
-If it is true that everything is smoke...
The yellow loves
Tristan Corbière
Your crowd can’t be found if you’re hiding.
If you’re afraid to express yourself authentically and transparently,
If you’re afraid to be vulnerable, rejected or ridiculed,
You’ll never find those who are in resonance with your Soul.
Your Tribe.
Chosen Family.
Making decisions based out of fear will cause failure in a person’s life.
The goal is to expand, to elevate,
Not shrink.
This woman’s stare has me playing on repeat!
Take that ‘tude with you everywhere, apply it to everything.
I woke this morning as I do, starting the day in ‘prayer”. I was recognizing the presence of our Divine Masculine, working so hard to clear tough issues now, acknowledging the great divide between them and the offenders wearing their bodies, speaking with their voices, doing so much harm.
As I finished up and started readying for the day, lyrics of a sweet song began to run through mind. Thank you Divine … thank you for the healing, the love and the gentle care. I am so grateful you exist!
Somewhere out there, someone loves me. My heart is warm and full.
Be certain you pay attention to the subtle gifts, family, these beautiful communications as they gently roll through mind.
I love you.
opensenseme 