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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.

Loving Royal now Rigid Royal

Published October 13, 2025 by tindertender

You can’t really see it, but under the back window was the word RIGID, and on the tailgate was the word ROYAL. These Mysogonists had opportunity to receive a Loving Royal, she served them while they hurt her real bad. God took her away from them and told her she will never give it back. Now, God has made her Rigid …. Those who harmed her and her family last cycle won’t be meeting the same Royal this cycle.

Rewrite in Progress

Published October 10, 2025 by tindertender

Oct. 9th, “Earth Woman was given control over the planet”. The curator is furious. He & his trafficking hybrids must leave, cease & desist in their horror fest. He & his interdimensional friends are planning an uicide, leaving a cadaver as placement w/note, while they obtain her, her essence, gifts & covenant. Divine Mother said to, “Be prepared. They won’t survive. Those people won’t obtain you.”

Remembering the Shattering

Published October 7, 2025 by tindertender

Some Called Her a Devil

Published October 3, 2025 by tindertender

She was chained to a saloon bed at fifteen and told her life belonged to men with money. By twenty, Lydia “Red” McGraw had seen enough of Dodge City’s whiskey-soaked nights and the fists of cattle bosses who treated her like property. One evening, when a drunken foreman tried to lock her in her room, she smiled, nodded, and waited. At midnight she poured lamp oil down the staircase, struck a match, and walked away as the building roared into an inferno. The flames took her jailors, her chains, and the life she refused to endure another day.

It wasn’t escape alone—it was rebirth. Red vanished into the plains, her name whispered like smoke trailing behind the ashes. For months she lived by instinct, scavenging, hiding, keeping one step ahead of those who tried to drag her back. But the fire inside her burned hotter than fear. She found others like her—women with bruised pasts, stolen freedom, and nothing left to lose. Together they turned outlaw, revolvers at their hips, robbing stagecoaches and wagons with a cold efficiency that left men stunned to see women holding the guns.

By the time the 1870s rolled on, Red McGraw was no longer a broken saloon girl—she was an outlaw queen whose legend stretched from Kansas to Colorado. Some called her a devil, others a folk hero, but all agreed on one thing: when the Golden Spur burned, something more dangerous than flames had been born. Her story asks the question—what would you do if the only way to escape your cage was to burn it down?

The Night Mother Chose Her (Daughter) Over Fear

Published October 3, 2025 by tindertender

Martha had buried one husband already, a kind man who never came back from the trail. When she remarried Clay in Dodge City, 1874, folks said fortune had smiled on her — he was tall, handsome, and the kind to buy whiskey for a whole room just to hear the laughter rise. To the outside world, he was charm in a fine hat. To Martha, behind their cabin door, he was a storm.

At first it was small things — a hard stare, a cruel word, a drink too many. But then his gaze shifted toward Eliza, Martha’s little girl, and the air in the cabin changed. Supper fell quiet, the child flinching at every sound, her smile gone. Martha watched in silence until the night she found Clay drunk, leaning too near her daughter’s bed. That was the line she would not let him cross.

She dragged him out by the collar, pistol shaking in her hand, and by dawn she was standing in the county office, signing her name to divorce papers while the ink still trembled. Folks whispered about her for years — not with scorn, but with respect. In a town where women often kept quiet, Martha’s courage was louder than any gunshot. And Eliza, grown and safe, never forgot the night her mother chose her over fear.

The Breast Tax

Published October 3, 2025 by tindertender

The crap these masculines come up with is insane! They are insane.

The “breast tax,” or Mulakaram.

Women living in Kerala, India had to pay a significant sum to cover their breasts. Those who couldn’t afford it were forced to appear bare-chested.

This tax was imposed on Shudras and Dalits (the lowest castes in India, to be precise), specifically to show these classes their “AUKAT” (their extremely low social status).

Bare breasts were considered a sign of respect toward people from the higher castes. In a society where men freely ogled women who managed to cover themselves, one can hardly imagine what the poorest women felt, forced to go out without even a veil.

The harmful gazes destroyed these women in every possible way.

Even those who could afford to cover themselves were not spared. Officials in charge had to examine the size and weight of their breasts to determine the tax amount — and of course, these measurements were taken by hand… a complete shame.

Over time, a woman named Nangeli protested this law by cutting off her breasts and presenting them before the disbelieving officials. She soon died from blood loss, and her story sparked violent protests.

Eventually, the law was repealed, but only at the cost of her sacrifice.

Self Love Healing

Published September 30, 2025 by tindertender

The Oracle ~ A Prayer

Published September 30, 2025 by tindertender

Creator, please Fortify my Union with the All that Is. Let me Live. Let me Love. Aho. Amen. Wado.