1 – From early in their lives, they feel that they are different. Very often they feel isolated from others, lonely and not understood, and will have to find their own paths in life.
2- They have problems with being comfortable within traditional jobs and/or organizational structures. Light beings are naturally anti-authoritarian, which means that they naturally resist decisions or values based solely on power or hierarchy. This trait is present even if they seem shy. This is connected to the very essence of your mission here on earth.
3 – Beings of light are drawn to help people, either as a therapist or as a teacher. They can be psychologists, healers, guides, volunteers, etc. Even if your profession is not directly related to helping people, your intentions to contribute to the highest welfare of humanity is clearly present.
4 – Your view of life is colored by a spiritual sense of how all things are related to each other. They consciously or unconsciously carry memories within non-terrestrial spheres of light, they can -occasionally- feel longing for these cosmic spheres and feel like a stranger on earth.
5 – They honor and respect life deeply, which often manifests as a fondness for animals and a concern for the environment. The destruction of parts of the animal or plant kingdom on earth by the acts of man evokes in them deep feelings of loss and grief.
6 – They are kind, sensitive and empathic. They may feel uncomfortable when confronted with aggressive behavior. They can be distracted, naive, or deeply idealistic, and easily pick up on feelings and moods (negative or positive) of the people around them. This allows them to distinguish between their own feelings and those of others. They need moments of solitude to touch base with themselves and with mother earth, always in harmony with the universal consciousness of God.
7 – They have lived many lives on earth in which they were deeply involved with spirituality. They were present in overwhelming numbers in the old religious orders of your past, such as monks, nuns, hermits, psychics, shamans, priests, priestesses, etc. They were the ones who provided a bridge between the visible and the invisible, between the daily context of terrestrial and extraterrestrial life, uniting the spiritual planes and the kingdom of the God of the universe.
For fulfilling this role, they were often rejected and persecuted. Many of you were sentenced for the gifts you possessed.
That is why now, we beings of light no longer fight battles with shields and swords, but rather with wisdom and love.
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Written by @shiftingtimeline
We are participating in the final stages of a long standing conflict spanning millennia, during this ascension window of opportunity.
The fallen aspects of creation are trying to keep earth locked within a lower frequency prison through genetic digression and enforced amnesia.
Historically, repeated cataclysmic events through magnetic reversals and pole shifts led to memory wipe and civilisation reset. Otherwise, humanity would wake up and remember their origins and break the cycle.
We can break the pattern if enough of us take self-responsibility to heal our internal conflicts/shadow and reach a critical mass in the collective consciousness to restore the planetary grids back to their integrity.
At the moment the leylines and stargates have been hijacked to run reversals that feed into the phantom realms, which is like a parallel, artificially sustained fallen system which interfaces with the earth.
As frequency anchors we can elevate the vibratory field of the planet to move outside the range of the anti-christ forces and disable their artificial infrastructure.
From a wider vantage point, this is all reflecting where we are on the grand evolutionary journey back to source. We all have something to learn through this fall down the dimensional layers and into duality. We are the co-creators.
Even the fallen ones will eventually have to reintegrate back to source, because nothing is truly separate from the one source, except an illusion we create for ourselves when we forfeit or forget this nature.
… Losing a child and having to bury them.
A man lost his son and couldn’t bare the thought of living without him. He was suffering and couldn’t believe his son was gone. He cried and cried every day and night, missing his son, wishing things were different.
He couldn’t sleep and hadn’t slept in a long time. One night an old medicine man came to him in a dream and told him “Enough!! That’s enough crying!!” The dad told him “I cannot stop, I am never going to see him again!” The old Medicine man said, “Do you want to see him again?” The dad says “yes of course” the old medicine man takes him to the entrance of happy hunting ground where he sees many little beautiful children, so happy and innocent, carrying eagle feathers into the happy hunting grounds, smiling and laughing and just so beautiful. The dad asks “where is my son? Who are these kids?” The old medicine man said “these are the children that are called home early, they are innocent and loved and they go right through to the happy hunting grounds, so happy” the dad says “and my son? Where is he? Why isn’t he with these children?”
The old medicine man said, “come this way” and guided him to the side of entrance. A small boy with a beautiful smile was standing there watching all the children enter the happy hunting grounds. He was standing there within reach of an eagle’s feather. His dad grabbed him and hugged him, and the boy kissed his dads’ cheeks and told him he missed him. The dad said “why don’t you have a eagles feather like the other kids? Why are you waiting here at the entrance?”
The boy said “I keep trying to get the eagle feather Daddy, but your tears pull it out of reach. I see you are so sad, and I am tied to that feeling so I wait here until you’re ok” the dad burst out crying for the last time, he told his son, “Get that eagle feather and go, I will be ok, and I know you will be too.”
Don’t cry too long for that loved one you lost, whether son, daughter, husband, mother or father!! Let them rest in peace, don’t torment your life, because they won’t come back, have faith that you will be together again, and that Creator makes us a beautiful home with all our loved ones when we leave this world.
Spotted Tail (Siŋt Glesk, birth name T’at’aŋka Napca “Jumping Buffalo”; born c. 1823 – died August 5, 1881) was a Brul Lakota tribal chief. He was known as “The Orphan Negotiator.”
Although a great warrior in his youth, and having taken part in the Grattan massacre, he declined to participate in Red Cloud’s War. He had become convinced of the futility of opposing the white incursions into his homeland; he became a statesman, speaking for peace and defending the rights of his tribe.
He made several trips to Washington, D.C. in the 1870s to represent his people, and was noted for his interest in bringing education to the Sioux.
Sitting Bull was the first man to become chief of the entire Lakota Sioux nation.
Sitting Bull was born around 1831 into the Hunkpapa people, a Lakota Sioux tribe that roamed the Great Plains in what is now the Dakotas. He was initially called “Jumping Badger” by his family, but earned the boyhood nickname “Slow” for his quiet and deliberate demeanor. The future chief killed his first buffalo when he was just 10 years old. At 14, he joined a Hunkpapa raiding party and distinguished himself by knocking a Crow warrior from his horse with a tomahawk. In celebration of the boy’s bravery, his father relinquished his own name and transferred it to his son. From then on, Slow became known as Tatanka-Iyotanka, or “Sitting Bull.”
Sitting Bull was renowned for his skill in close quarters fighting and collected several red feathers representing wounds sustained in battle. As word of his exploits spread, his fellow warriors took to yelling, “Sitting Bull, I am he!” to intimidate their enemies during combat. The most stunning display of his courage came in 1872, when the Sioux clashed with the U.S. Army during a campaign to block construction of the Northern Pacific Railroad. As a symbol of his contempt for the soldiers, the middle-aged chief strolled out into the open and took a seat in front of their lines. Inviting several others to join him, he proceeded to have a long, leisurely smoke from his tobacco pipe, all the while ignoring the hail of bullets whizzing by his head. Upon finishing his pipe, Siting Bull carefully cleaned it and then walked off, still seemingly oblivious to the gunfire around him. His nephew White Bull would later call the act of defiance “the bravest deed possible.”
Written by Maryamhasnaa
The original heartbreak we all share, the one we are all trying to heal from, is the belief that we were rejected, abandoned and split from God. Once we realize we were never forsaken, we recognize the presence of love all around.
People will come in your life and try to test you to see if you love them more then you love yourself.
Pray for all. But surround yourself with others who love God and those who are also seeking paradise.
Lucy Nicolar was born June 22, 1882, on Indian Island, Maine, the daughter of Joseph Nicolar and Elizabeth Joseph. Every summer, her family traveled to the resort town of Kennebunkport to sell baskets. Lucy and her sister performed in Indian dress for the tourists. In her late teens she started performing at public events such as sportsman’s shows.
During those performances, she came to the attention of a Harvard administrator who hired her as his assistant. He took her into his household and gave her musical and educational opportunities in Boston and New York. In 1905, she married a doctor and moved to Washington, D.C. Eight years later they divorced, and Lucy moved to Chicago to study music.
Lucy Nicolar also toured as part of the Redpath Chatauqua Bureau, then the Keith vaudeville circuit. She married a lawyer who became her manager. He took all her money and fled to Mexico after the stock market crashed in 1929.
When vaudeville died, she returned to the Penobscot Indian Island Reservation with her husband Bruce Poolaw, a Kiowa entertainer from Oklahoma. They opened a gift shop — a teepee 24 feet in diameter — called it Poolaw’s Indian TeePee and sold traditional Indian crafts. They also continued to entertain locally.
Lucy and her sister Florence campaigned to improve life for their people on the reservation,. Their land stretched along the Penobscot River from Indian Island near Old Town to East Millinocket.
The sisters raised the educational standards for Penobscot children by gaining access to the public schools. And they persuaded the state to build a bridge to the island.
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Postcard of Indian Island before the bridge
Lucy and Florence also demanded the right to vote for their people. When the state extended suffrage to the Penobscots in 1955, Lucy Nicolar cast the first ballot.
The Old Town Enterprise reported “The princess has done much for the uplift of her people during her public career, both locally and nationally.”
Lucy Nicolar died at Indian Island on March 27, 1969, at the age of 87.
Chief John Smith[a] (likely born between 1822 and 1826, though allegedly as early as 1784; died February 6, 1922) was an Ojibwe (Chippewa) Indian who lived in the area of Cass Lake, Minnesota.
In 1920, two years before his death, he appeared as the main feature in a motion picture exhibition that toured the US, featuring aged Native Americans.
At the ripe age of 137, White Wolf a.k.a. Chief John Smith is considered the oldest Native American to have ever lived, 1785–1922.
The Minneapolis Morning Tribune obituary says Ga-Be-Nah-Gewn-Wonce (variously known as Kay-bah-nung-we-way, Sloughing Flesh, Wrinkled Meat or plain old — well, really old — John Smith) was reputed to be 137 years old when he died. Whatever his precise age, his well-lined face indicates a man who led a long and full life.
Swimmer (1835-March, 1899), Cherokee traditionalist and storyteller, was born in the Cherokee country of southwestern North Carolina. His Cherokee name, Ayunini, meaning “swimmer”, was trained by the masters of his tribe to be a medicine man, a doctor, and the keeper of tradition, he never learned to speak English but instead maintained his Native culture and heritage throughout his life. In fact, as it was intended he should be, he became the conservator of the history and traditions of his people.
As a youth he learned the Cherokee Syllabary from the elders of his tribe and began early to keep a notebook in which he recorded the sacred rights as well as the facts and stories of his people. He also made note of their ways of doing things and identified plants, roots, and barks whose use had proven useful or effective in one way or another.
During the Civil War Swimmer enlisted on 9 Apr. 1862 and served as second sergeant of the Cherokee Company A, Sixty-ninth North Carolina Confederate Regiment in Colonel William Thomas’s legion.
Cherokee Medicine Man, Ayunini (Swimmer)
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