Messages from Russell Means and a link to prophecy of The Warriors of the Rainbow. Russell’s life was spent bringing awareness … He was not alone in his message … and he still is not.
Here is a link on the prophecy of The Warriors of the Rainbow … https://www.manataka.org/page235.html
Knee Lightning
Smokin’ Beats
Health Striker
Your enemy claims he knows you.
Women, two young one older, riding upon a bicycle built for three. Very large man with young male child in arms walking behind them.
Feminine to feminine, male to male, they share knowledge retained for the two facets of humanity, skills that each wield in life.
All is laid bare, all is seen, all is known.
Collusion.
All energy is a form of light. It rises toward the perimeter of our planet, yet much of it never makes it beyond the ‘barrier’. It remains here, flowing in its perpetual cycle.
Fancy society, buy, buy, buy. They laugh with false smiles, secretly plotting to overthrow their ‘friends’.
The greatest 5 cents ever packed in a dime.
4-11
A woman cups the chin of a man, his face moving through changes of structure and skin tone. His eyes are closed.
This morning, while taking my shower a song popped into my head and I do not know why. I didn’t tell you about it for I thought it was coincidence that this oldie came into mind. I worked my shift, came home and had supper, even went to bed. I woke up after just a short time, went to the kitchen for ice cream and once again, this song came to mind. Is it a message from the unseen … or do I just want to have a party?
I prefer to think someone(s) are trying to tell me there is going to be reason for celebration. I prefer to be pretty darn happy about that perceived fact.
Send a message to her, blow it into the air. Let it surround her and enter her lungs, let it invigorate her blood and move through her mind.
Common front, multiple backs, which side is true? One is just a facet of the other, part of the same varying whole.
Light in eyes, constant movement, leaning in and then falling back. Rows of individuality, each link in the line unique and of itself, yet combined become a strong union which breaches barriers.
Feathers on the wind bring messages only the observant will understand.
Flame flickers as fire lights the room warming the heart, soothing the mind, calming the spirit, healing the soul.
You say I am beautiful. You say you like me. You talk of my strength and how you believe I can help you. Yet in all this time you have not shared with me what it is you need help with. How am I to assist you when I know not what you seek? How do I know I want to provide aide? Perhaps it is an illusion, anyway.
So much darkness lives in so many hearts, it is difficult to maintain belief in love. In the core of me faith still dwells, I hold onto fragments left from childhood. Growing older, these fragments become more frayed. I grasp at straws now, they are brittle, they break, they turn to dust in my hands.
Life will be a lonely existence without opportunity to share. It seems the need to horde what little we gather is being taught and fostered in mind. There must be more, something bigger than currently imagined. Is it not seen due to of lack of preparedness? What must occur so that possibilities of peace and love stabilize?
Surely there is a reason for it all.
