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1119 ~ Alpha / Omega :: A New Dawn

Published November 1, 2025 by tindertender

They took offense
To the symbols my spirit
impressed upon itself
During its battle.
They didn’t feel
Our journey worthy.
The Most High
Corrected them.

The journey
Requires no defense
No explanation

It is personal
This walk with God

Others may scoff
Ridicule
Deny the right of

But did they pray
Before they condemned?

Were they of Unity Consciousness
Or were they laying out rules
Deeming another insufficient
Or faulty, or unworthy of?

What are you supporting
With your vital force?

What are you earning
Taking
Interrupting?

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I am almost home now,
And you, you are always waiting
beyond that horizon
I must make for myself
again and again.
My old body and my young
body, in one body,
greeting and meeting, half aware
and half unaware
of going or returning.
The door opening to a new light,
an astonishment of welcomes,
a surprise party.
The true dream beneath
the first dream.
~~From the book “Everything is Waiting for You, by David Whyte

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I will not die an unlived life.
I will not live in fear of falling or catching fire.
I choose to inhabit my days,
to allow my living to open me,
to make me less afraid, more accessible,
to loosen my heart
until it becomes a wing, a torch, a promise.
I choose to risk my significance;
to live so that which came to me as a seed
goes to the next as a blossom
and that which came to me as a blossom,
goes on as fruit.
~ Dawna Markova

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All limitless beings, without exception. Human life is like a stream swiftly flowing down a steep mountain. This body is subject to destruction. You will attain bountiful happiness. There is no permanent circumstance. We fear not, but remain undaunted. Bless us that we may be mindful of impermanence.
~~Natural Liberation, Translated by Alan Wallace

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To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wildflower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.

  • William Blake

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The further you enter into truth, the deeper it is.

The way up and the way down are one and the same.

Looks Far Woman ~ Clan Mother of the Fourth Moon Cycle

Published November 1, 2025 by tindertender

A reading by from the 13 Original Clan Mothers by Jamie Sams

Wisdom Keeper ~ Clan Mother of the Second Moon Cycle

Published October 28, 2025 by tindertender

A reading from the 13 Original Clan Mothers, by Jamie Sams.

Talks with Relations ~

Published October 27, 2025 by tindertender

A reading from the 13 Original Clan Mothers

Be Humble or You Will Stumble

Published October 26, 2025 by tindertender

Pride – “My Name is Pride” poem by Beth Moore

My name is Pride. I am a cheater.
I cheat you of your God-given destiny…
because you demand your own way.
I cheat you of contentment…
because you “deserve better than this.”
I cheat you of knowledge…
because you already know it all.
I cheat you of healing…
because you are too full of you to forgive.
I cheat you of holiness…
because you refuse to admit when you are wrong.
I cheat you of vision…
because you’d rather look in the mirror than out a window.
I cheat you of genuine friendship…
because nobody’s going to know the real you.
I cheat you of love…
because real romance demands sacrifice.
I cheat you of greatness in heaven…
because you refuse to wash another’s feet on earth.
I cheat you of God’s glory…
because I convinced you to seek your own.
My name is Pride. I am a cheater.
You like me because you think I’m always looking out for you.
Untrue.
I’m looking to make a fool of you.
God has so much for you, I admit, but don’t worry…
If you stick with me you’ll never know.

Daisy Hart ~ Texas Marshall

Published October 26, 2025 by tindertender

She was born behind the piano of a saloon that never slept, where laughter was loud and mercy was rare. Daisy Hart learned early that the world had sharp edges for girls like her. Her mother drank to forget, her father’s name was a rumor, and the men who tossed coins her way thought her future was already sold. But Daisy didn’t wait for fate—she carved her own. By sixteen, she could ride, shoot, and stare down any man who thought her weak.

When her mother died, Daisy buried her out back with nothing but a prayer and a promise—that she’d never end up beneath anyone’s boot. Months later, she walked into the county courthouse in her best dress, chin high, and asked for a badge. The sheriff laughed, but the town needed order more than pride. By summer’s end, Daisy Hart wore a star on her chest and a Colt on her hip, and every drunk who once mocked her learned what respect sounded like when it cocked back steel.

For years she rode the dusty trails alone, chasing thieves and keeping peace in a place that never expected it from her kind. When she finally hung up her badge, the saloon still stood, older but quieter. Folks say that if you listen close on a hot Texas night, you can still hear her mother’s ghost smiling—because Daisy didn’t just survive that world. She tamed it.

Born in a Backroom of a Saloon

Published October 25, 2025 by tindertender

Lily Mae was born in the backroom of a saloon, her first lullaby the sound of poker chips and pistol clicks.

Her mother did what she could to keep her safe, but the world behind those swinging doors had sharp edges. By twelve, Lily knew how to patch a knife wound and read by lamplight, hiding borrowed books under whiskey crates so no one would laugh at a saloon girl’s daughter trying to learn her letters.

When her mother died, folks said it was only a matter of time before Lily took her place upstairs. Instead, she walked out of the saloon with a medical bag and never looked back. She apprenticed under the old town doctor, traded sleep for study, and stitched cowhands, drifters, and lawmen until her name carried more weight than her past ever could. By eighteen, she was Dodge City’s only nurse — steady, calm, and unflinching even when bullets tore through the doors at midnight.

Men who once sneered at her mother now waited in line for Lily’s care, hats in hand and shame in their eyes. She never said a cruel word, just worked until her hands shook and the lantern burned low. Some called her an angel, others a miracle. But Lily Mae never believed either. She was just a girl who refused to let dust, or men, decide who she’d become.

Blind Love, Blind Faith

Published October 23, 2025 by tindertender

One’s past does not define them; it is what they do with it that counts. The Most High God has forgiven and lifted the Prodigal Son, he has resurrected and led back into ascension, the Son and the Daughter, (micro macro) yet some still slander them for the history. We are not bringing that with us into this new chapter; all things are made new. Mistakes made, lessons learned, Dharma gained, enough so that we are able to assist others by breaking generational curses and offering foundation for new beginnings … compassionate beginnings, based on Love, Honor, and Respect.

The old me does not exist anymore; she died … the last time an invisible man ran a long knife blade through my throat and chest in the astral, punching the heart clean out of this body. Now, perhaps someone DID gain the gifts because of this sacrifice, and I will never meet him. What of it?

Do you understand the energetic harvesting some have had to endure? The mental r*pe of decades, 24/7 tearing the mind apart while you’re left trying to hold your life together? These invisible masculine’s and their copycats waiting patiently for the harvest so they can play “dress-up”, trespassing into the sleeping chamber and forcefully pulling the sacral energy out as you can do no more than sit and cry and wait for it to be over? No?

Decades many of us prayed for relief, protection, an end to this severe trauma being inflicted upon the body the mind the soul by invisible brutalizers who felt they had the right …. I can tell you that relief is here, and I in no way shape or form will rebel against it.

My energy has been gifted back to me, and if he who sacrificed me did it for the gifts, well then, at least he’s nicer to me that those “thousands” of others in history that were anything but decent or gentle. I support him with all that I am, and everything the Most High God can move through me, and when it starts to deplete, I will reach deep into the dark and reach high into the light, I will expand in all ways and bring to him what he needs to be successful in this world ….

He is free to be whoever he wishes, and he’s free to be with whoever he wants, I am just glad there is a shift in the brutal reality of life … and it is someone else’s turn to be fodder, while I am gifted a vacation. (Of course, I am a blind woman in love with an invisible man, and of course I long for this connection, but will never seek to bind anything here, for it is the flow which brings success …. however, God did tell him that “Lust will be your downfall”. We’ll just have to wait to see what he chooses. I pray that if he chooses lust God will release me so I do not fall with him … it was no fun the first many times, thank you very much, I pray a different experience, a loving experience.”)

I was never invited to play on the team, but someone has chosen me … this cycle, someone chose me. Many mean people out there say it was just an energy harvest and gifts claimed, and they might be right. I’ve been left alone my whole life, centuries have gone by of this abuse.

I am happy alone. I am accustomed to not being “good enough” for union, only good enough to “harvest”. No one out there wants to build with me, they just want what I am, I get it ….

I willingly gave all that I am to another in order to be catalyst for change. Whatever that cost … obviously it was my life, obviously it involved the underworld, obviously it involved the God who rules over the Land of Trine, the land from which I hail.

I do not know the rules of God’s game.
My memory was wiped time and time again.
My soul moved forward anyway.
God will either carry me home for my service,
Or he will leave me behind …

Either way, the habitual pattern of defiling people, programming them with failure then driving them into it just so they could convict them deceitfully and have a legal reason to harvest them, is over.

Say what you want, God sent me here for purpose. I “fell to tell”, I learned as much as I could about as much as I could, through persevering the punishment of this realm.

God may now know that the Prodigal Son wasn’t guilty as charged, and neither was the Daughter.

This system of suffering is over for humanity; they are exempt, for they were “programmed” and “set up for failure”. God sees it all, and so does the Upper Echelon, the Council of Universes.

As you age, you’ll notice you are not the same, constantly reborn. It is a choice that not all people make. Other species may have different operating procedures, obviously, which require our demise.

Mother Father God Goddess Creators of All That Is, thank you for this life, thank you for bringing the cycle of suffering for humanity and all those they love, to a close.

Aho. Amen. Wado.

Vain Glory, Wicked Guide

Published October 17, 2025 by tindertender

The prayers have been spoken
May the gods be on my side
May they join my way to bring me victory
Seven at one stroke

My triumph and my pride
They will be historyBut behind my enemy’s eyes
Sending disguise
Not only lies

We live to fight the hand of doom
We got the pride to strike a fool
Vain glory be my wicked guide

We live to fight the hand of doom
We got the pride to strike a fool
Vain glory be my wicked guide

What’s hell without a paradise
What’s the night without a day
We would think it’s bright

What’s a fall if we can’t rise
What’s a hero at a play
Without a fool to fight

But behind my enemy’s eyes
Sending disguise
Not only lies

We live to fight the hand of doom
We got the pride to strike a fool
Vain glory be my wicked guide

We live to fight the hand of doom
We got the pride to strike a fool
Vain glory be my wicked guide

But behind my enemy’s eyes
Sending disguise
Not only lies

We live to fight the hand of doom
We got the pride to strike a fool
Vain glory be my wicked guide

We live to fight the hand of doom
We got the pride to strike a fool
Vain glory be my wicked guide

All Praises to the Most High

Published October 14, 2025 by tindertender

This world is a threat all the way around, sometimes it hits innocence, sometimes it hits the villain.

I envision a way of living without these patterns.

It does not sit well with those who worship war.

I alone, can do nothing, except stubbornly cling to the Soul God gave me and try to be happy. The fact that I am still alive after all this time is a miracle, witnessed, a miracle I have been blessed with.

My fate rests in the hands of this enormous family many would claim does not exist. I never did want to live their story for me, anyway.

Most High Mother Father God Goddess Creator’s of All That Is, thank you for the blessing of this life. This present moment is peaceful, I am grateful.

Please look after those we love and those who are in our charge, protect our loves, our families. Micro, Macro, thank you for being here with We. Aho. Amen. Wado.

It appears this Divine Feminine Magistrate, (who the curator and his cohorts hate and are trying to frame for a crime, or hurt in some way), had warned the people way back when, many lifetimes ago, that these masculine tyrants were going to slowly shift the women and young men into prostitution, with third party flings and infidelity … normalizing “competition” with a married couple, for some reason thinking they’ve won something if they could destroy the sanctity of that union and harvest it’s happiness.

She tried to tell the people that destroying Sacred Union would destroy Family and potential of Generational Wealth. No one could see the truth.

So many needed outside validation, needed to feel like someone cared, and had the perception that intimate encounter and that energy exchange equaled love.

It is sad to know that what she tried to warn of, happened. May the Most High God and Goddess, Mother and Father, Creators of All That Is, restore the Sanctity of Union in the hearts of the people, and fill their minds with the Wisdom and Love that comes with being Loyal to their commitments, to their blood-line, and it’s potential … remind their Soul of the Beginning … the way Union and Unity was meant to be. Aho. Amen. Wado.