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

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

A reading from the 13 Original Clan Mothers




The MOTHER has been gifted the New Rainbow Covenant with the Most High God. She has been given Dominion over the Planet. The “men” or vampiric ded “men” pretending to be living and leader, do NOT have any rights to this land. Any masculine stating otherwise is enemy to the Most High God and is in rebellion regarding His Choice as Covenant Holder. They will do their best to “get rid of” this woman, this Dignitary.
Mother Father God Goddess Creators of All That Is, you stated they would “get what they deserve”, you stated, “these people will not obtain you”, and “we should be prepared, that they will not survive” … I believe you, and boldly speak and present self publicly, even tho nasty jack says its sabotaging self. I trust you Mother Father, and I bravely step forth and wait to see the Greatness of Your Promise. “This is the end of their “relationship” with batteries”, this is the end of them harvesting the living bodies with vital force of your Children. You said “the land is going back to the indigenous peoples”, the originals, and I believe you … may these “explorers” these time-travelling destiny thieves, and brutalizers of humanity and all other life here be removed from our presence.
Aho. Amen. Wado.
I often pray you will Crush Them!!
Please forgive me, I am tired …






Figures.
They should leave the “mothering” to the mothers.
Friggen psychos.
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.

In 1860, after 21 years of marriage and six children, Elizabeth Packard was locked in an Illinois asylum.
Not for violence. Not for instability. But for disagreeing with her husband’s beliefs.
Under the law, a man needed no proof, no trial, not even his wife’s consent to declare her insane.
Inside the asylum, Elizabeth uncovered a cruel truth: many women around her were not “mad” at all. They were wives who resisted, daughters who defied, women who spoke too boldly.
Where others broke, Elizabeth sharpened her pen. She wrote. She observed. She waited.
After three years, she finally stood in court — and defended her right to think for herself. She won her freedom. But she didn’t stop there.
In books, speeches, and campaigns to lawmakers, she exposed the abuses of asylums and fought to reform laws that gave men unchecked power over women.
Elizabeth Packard nearly lost her life as she knew it. But her defiance changed the law — securing protections for generations of women to come.

A woman is being promoted. Curator and team desperate to capture her and stop this!
Since they can’t get past this woman’s protection, they’re discussing targeting her family members.
They are gathering their wrongdoing masculine friends to participate in a crime … for profit, of course. But they first must capture the prize.
Someone is reducing them. Everything they’ve enjoyed, including status, has been a stolen farce of these envious, brutalizing thieves.
The curator thinks this Divine Feminine is a viper. (The snake, projecting). He threatened to do a thing to Gods Chosen ones if God doesn’t hand over this woman.
She has been liberated. God is reducing them. They used her harvested essence last cycle to destroy those and that which she loves!!
This curator is real upset he lost her, because she was the source of his power.
They are talking about using microwave technology on her to incapacitate her.
They feel natural medicine is some kind of violation. They feel if you can’t shine brightly from a flesh temple they purposefully poisoned, you should lose! They’re so mad your adaptogens have brought you homeostasis!!
They think this is all bullsh!t and are talking about using law enforcement to do a thing … or, they’re worried about getting caught.
They want some sort of aggressive encounter to jack her energy back into south node survival mode.

You were never meant to feel small beneath the stars.
Because for thousands of years, the stars were Her body.
Before the cosmos was claimed by science and scripture,
it belonged to the Goddess.
She was known as the Queen of Heaven. The Mother of Stars. The Light-Bringer.
She rose as the Morning Star: Astarte, Ishtar, Inanna,
Venus, Diana Lucifera.
She appeared as the Seven Sisters: the Pleiades, the
Hathors, the Mothers of the World.
Her Muses were nine. Her memory infinite. Her
breath was poetry.
• Her symbol was the five-pointed star: drawn from the rose, the apple, the spiral of life itself.
She was also the Star of the Sea, Stella Maris, guiding sailors and seekers through the darkness.
Long before Mary claimed the title, it belonged to Venus.
Even Lucifer was once her name. The Light-Bearer.
The one who rises before dawn.
Later, that light was split. Recast as ev il.
Separated from the feminine source it came from.
The Christian scriptures gave Jesus the same title, the Morning Star. (Revelation 22:16)
Same symbol. Same star.
But now disembodied from the Mother.
Over time, her names were scattered.
Her symbols stolen.
Her body written out of the sky.
But the stars still remember.
In every five-petaled blossom, every sister-star, every forgotten name carried by the light…
She is still there.
The heavens were her scriptures.
We’re just learning how to read them again.
Source: https://www.instagram.com/p/DNQfpUzRt_o/?igsh=MW8zM3BobGU4bTlsaQ==
Google states ::
In Mesopotamian mythology, Inanna is a mother goddess associated with the planet Venus, often referred to as the morning star. She is a powerful deity embodying love, war, fertility, and justice. Inanna’s Babylonian and Assyrian counterpart is Ishtar, and she is also linked to the Greek goddess Aphrodite and the Roman goddess Venus.
Here’s a more detailed look at Inanna and her connection to the morning star:
In essence, Inanna, the mother goddess of Mesopotamian mythology, is intrinsically linked to the morning star, Venus, embodying both the powerful and nurturing aspects of life.
Someone posted a comment and I had to look up the meanings of the words … I was castaway long, long ago. It is so very interesting, this awakening!







