Long ago Coyote opened a bag of darkness and it spread over the world. Creatures of the night loved it. But birds and little animals longed for day. The little animals played a game to win back the light. They won, but one night monster remained. After the game, the first human, White Painted Woman, gave birth to a son. She hid him from the monster. When the boy was grown, he faced the monster and killed it. He was then called Apache.
~ Ellyn Bigrope
Did you just confess a fantasy?
No, but sometimes I engage a fantasy trying to choose me.
October 3, 2022
8:28 a.m.
~ Be persistent in pursuing your goals and soul mission.
~ Your material and financial needs will always be met.
~ You are called to have stronger faith in your angels.
~ Your role is critical in this world.
~ The guardian angels want you to know you are immune. They will hinder you from evil. You will be surrounded by good health. They are on duty. They are working to make your life better. Past illness will stay at bay. Get to work and do not fear.
~ Personal Freedom means having a mind of your own.
~ Make yourself relevant.
~ If you work towards making others happy, you will be given joy. Everything you do will be repaid accordingly. Always watch your actions. The things you do dictate your future. Build your future by doing well for others.
~ Have a forgiving heart while interacting with people, but …
~ Do not let people get on your nerves when you can easily walk out of their lives and surround yourself with people that matter.
I’ve just been gifted a Flicker.
I’ve just learned that it is rare for a Flicker to give up its body to someone, gifting them powerful healing medicine.
The Spirit Realms know I love dearly the canine, and it was one of my furry children who delivered it to me.
I was taking the carrot bread out of the oven, turned around and “whoa!” Surprise!! It had already lost its body heat, so I know he didn’t kill it.
I contacted my Cherokee sister right away to ask how I should approach this, as my heart felt strongly connected to this little being.
She told me that Flickers don’t die on the ground. She said they tend to fly, and fly, until they cannot fly any more, and then they fall from the sky.
I knew instinctively this was meant specifically for me. This is huge!
I happened to have some leaves from the Sacred Tobacco, so I wrapped some with the sacred sage and cedar in cloth, added some frankincense and myrrh, special from me, with a prayer.
I wrapped the prayer tie with the bird, gently folding it into a plastic bag trying not to mess the feathers, and put it in the freezer.
She will help me create a medicine fan from its wings and feathers this winter.
I am extremely honored that this magical bird chose me for this blessing.
Thank you Flicker friend, thank you Creator, my King my God, thank you Spirit Family. I was told today that I am heavily protected, and this gift confirms it.
In great gratitude ….
Thank you for loving me.
By Ara Campbell ~ https://thegoddesscircle.net/visionary-writing/when-wise-women-awaken
“When sleeping women wake, mountains will move.” ~ Chinese Proverb
Last night while I lay sleeping, I had a dream. (written 2017)
The world was in a state of total chaos and all that we had ever known was ending. Everything was volatile, violence raged openly and the people were suffering greatly. There was sadness around every corner and destruction flooded the air thick and unrelenting.
It was a time of darkness the likes of which none had ever beheld, a power taking over our world and squeezing the very light and love from its once lively core.
Yet even in this bleak time, hope was shining like a beacon on the horizon.
I saw women gathering in a house together, sisters from all walks of life and of all ages. Into the shattered air that stung of gloom they sung a song of universal love.
There in that place they created sacred space, a sanctuary against the coming storm. They wrote symbols of ancient wisdom on the walls, chanting incantations of protection and love for all the children of the Earth while their fingers clasped candles burning bright.
Drawing power from the natural world and summoning the mystery that flowed in their veins, they sat in circle drumming with the beat of their hearts petitioning for the madness to end. Their voices cried out for freedom, for joy and for all beings on this planet to live as one.
And then the dark night swallowed the vision, and it was gone.
Dawn broke through the silence and the world drew a great inhale.
The birds sang with the rising Sun and the green Earth stirred roots below and branches above. Animals took to the open with curiosity. The house of sisterhood I thought was swallowed by the darkness stood still, standing tall in spite of the raging dark storm that threatened to engulf it.
I could see the place where the women had gathered, the remnants of their workings for the world left behind, drums and feathers marking their sacred rite. The words “blessed be” were etched upon the walls, surrounded by sacred symbols of a time long passed. Peace had returned to the world and the air felt fresh and new.
The double-edged sword of the feminine had been held aloft, wielding fiery protection and nurturing love in great measure, and had withstood the tempest and rose from the ashes victorious.
The once buried power of the Goddess had returned during the time of the world’s greatest darkness. She had always slumbered within our spirits, a burning ember awaiting in the shadows, and now she had risen once more.
The wild and wise women of the world had awoken. By reclaiming the ancient mystery that flowed in their veins, the sisterhood of the feminine had broken the chains of bondage that once held the world prisoner and opened the gate for the return of the Goddess.
The time had come for the medicine of the fierce feminine to flow freely throughout the land.
Somewhere on the distant horizon, I saw a gathering of sisters, a circle of wise women from all walks of life.
And they smiled.
My Sisters, the time has come to rise and awaken the priestess thread within. As we arise and reclaim our truths and our voices, so we awaken and transform our whole world.
The Priestess is the element of alchemy that dwells within our soul. She is the powerful thread within that taps us into the energy to transform our world and bring out truth into being. If you hear the Call of the Priestess, join me here for my online Priestess Program: Inner Priestess Awakening Online Journey
~Ara Campbell
https://thegoddesscircle.net/visionary-writing/when-wise-women-awaken
art: Caroline Manière
To all my Haters …
Substances … nicotine, alcohol, cannabis, hemp …
The reason people like these is because, used responsibly, they fine tune the bodies fields to a frequency the inner essence is most comfortable with, in whatever moment the experience is.
Stress … anger … depression … sadness … pain … high energy, so much so the body becomes “over-amped” … the mind races, as well as the heart …
Differing substances affect the nervous system, the receptors in the body, and either calms, soothes or elevates.
Why some people are “addicted” to alcohol, or heroin, or that which is like an anti-depressant … or whatever the reason the nervous system and mind seek to ease its discomfort …
It’s an inner ‘seeker of balance’, a slippery slope, especially if not utilized as medicine, consciously.
They can heal, or destroy the essence of a human.
Often people move beyond balance into what “feels good” and this is only another form of imbalance.
As a Creator, your well-being is truly, most often, your creation or destruction.
Surface level thought about it is what leads to misuse, overuse, abuse.
As the doctor ”used to” say, taking the least amount of medicine needed is best for the body, the mind and overall health.
If choosing to be your own doctor, testing plant medicines, prescriptions or drink, choose the least amount that brings ease.
Don’t be in it to “get high”.
Balance in all things.
Action, reaction.
Cause and effect … effect and cause.
The Will must be strong and the self control steady … otherwise, it becomes a situation of not feeling right without it.
You see it in folks who take prescriptions for pain and mental balance.
You see it in folks who need to get high to get along.
You see it when they are without it.
You see it …
You know it.
On one level or another.
Personally, or in awareness.
Doesn’t appear to be Russian misinformation. Biden stated he would shut down the pipeline, it was blown up, then he blames it on some mysterious saboteur.
How many have been listening?
https://www.reuters.com/world/europe/qa-nord-stream-gas-sabotage-whos-being-blamed-why-2022-09-30/
3, 6 & 9
Returns homeostasis to soils. I wonder… could all have a downstream benefit?! (Reverse engineer their existing practices with gmo/agrichem) flip it over.
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