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Compassion Doesn’t Come with a Price Tag

Published December 6, 2025 by tindertender

I almost let a teenage girl freeze to death on Thanksgiving Eve because of a stupid sign I hung on my own wall.

NO LOITERING. NO SLEEPING. NO PETS.

I run a 24-hour laundromat in Chicago—where winter doesn’t show mercy, and if you show too much, your business turns into a free hostel. I’ve learned the hard way that if I let one person nap on a folding table, by sunrise I’ve got a whole encampment of them.

Rules keep the doors open.

Or at least, that’s what I told myself.

Last Wednesday, the wind was doing that sideways snow thing, the kind that slaps your face even when you’re indoors. I was in the back, grumbling about mopping floors instead of being home with my wife’s turkey, when the door chimed.

A girl walked in. Seventeen, maybe. Thin as a coat hanger. Hoodie soaked. Sneakers squishing with each step.

And beside her?

A monster.

At least, that’s what I thought.

A massive gray Pitbull mix. Scarred. Shivering. Built like he could bench-press a sedan. The type of dog people avoid by crossing an entire street.

“No dogs,” I barked, tapping the No Pets sign like a judge swinging a gavel.

She winced. “Please… just ten minutes. The shelter’s full. I just need my toes to stop hurting.”

The dog—Tank—pressed his whole body against her leg, as if trying to fuse himself into her for warmth.

“Fifteen minutes,” I muttered. “He makes one sound, I’m calling the cops.”

They retreated to the coldest corner. I retreated to the security monitor, looking for any excuse to kick them out.

Then I watched her pull out a handful of coins—pennies, nickels, a dime that looked like it had survived the Great Chicago Fire. She counted them over and over until she could afford a pack of those terrible orange peanut-butter crackers.

She sat on the floor, opened the pack…

and didn’t take a single bite.

She broke a cracker and held it out to Tank.

“Eat, buddy.”

Tank sniffed it. His ribs showed. He needed food desperately. But he pushed it back toward her.

She insisted. He refused.

And in that moment, on a grainy black-and-white screen, I watched a starving dog protect the only person he loved by refusing to let her go hungry.

My throat tightened.

Then things got worse.

Mike—the drunk regular who occasionally slept behind a dryer—stumbled over, reeking of whiskey.

“Got a dollar, sweetheart?” he slurred.

Tank stood up—not snarling, not attacking. Just planting himself like a shield between the girl and the man.

A living, breathing wall.

Mike reached toward her shoulder.

Tank growled—a low, seismic warning that said, Touch her and you’ll wish you hadn’t.

The girl wrapped her arms around Tank’s neck and begged, “Don’t hurt him, please! He’s just scared!”

That was the moment my rules stopped mattering.

I grabbed the baseball bat, marched over, and pointed it—not at the dog, but at Mike.

“Out. Now.”

He left so fast he forgot his bottle.

I locked the door. Flipped the sign to CLOSED. The girl looked up at me with terrified eyes, bracing for the moment I’d kick her out into the blizzard.

But I just walked to the back, grabbed the Tupperware my wife had packed—thick turkey slices, mashed potatoes, gravy—and set it in front of them.

“The dryer in this corner overheats,” I lied. “I need someone to sit here tonight and make sure it doesn’t catch fire. Job comes with dinner.”

She stared at the food like it was a dream she was afraid to touch.

“Sir?” she whispered, voice cracking.

“Eat,” I said. “Both of you.”

Tank waited—actually waited—until she swallowed her first bite before he took one for himself.

The toughest thing in that room wasn’t my bat. It was a half-frozen Pitbull who’d rather starve than let his girl go hungry.

That night changed me.

We spend so much time judging people by what they wear, where they sleep, or what they have in their pockets. We judge dogs by the size of their jaws and the scars on their skin.

But loyalty doesn’t live in appearances.

Compassion doesn’t come with a price tag.

And sometimes the best guardian angel you’ll ever meet arrives covered in frost, with a teenager on one side and a trembling Pitbull on the other.

If I’d followed my own rules, I would’ve shut the door on both.

Instead, I learned this:

Family isn’t always blood.

Protection doesn’t always look gentle.

And the biggest hearts often beat inside the bodies we’ve been trained to fear.

So next time someone walks into your life looking rough, tired, or “dangerous”…

maybe look twice.

You might be staring at the purest form of love you’ll ever see.

Lateral Violence ~ Colonizer Behavior

Published November 28, 2025 by tindertender

You know what sucks?
Lateral violence.

Not from strangers who know nothing about me…
but from our own people.
The comments, the digs, the policing, the “you’re not doing it right,” the “you don’t look Lakota enough,” the “who taught you.”
The jealousy.
The bitterness.
The tearing down.

And it’s wild, because that behavior?
That’s colonizer behavior.
It’s exactly what they wanted us to do to each other.
Break each other’s spirits.
Doubt each other’s teachings.
Destroy each other’s confidence.
Attack each other’s identity.
Make sure we never trust, never uplift, never celebrate one another.

Our ancestors didn’t survive genocide, boarding schools, forced removals, starvation, outlawed ceremonies, and relentless erasure…
so that we could turn around and harm each other the same way.

I’m out here teaching plant knowledge, educating, sharing culture, raising my kids, running a community-centered business, helping people heal, and trying to leave the world better than I found it.

And the hate I get for simply existing as who I was born to be is unreal.

But here’s what I know and what my elders taught me:
When people attack your identity, your family, your authenticity, your appearance—
they’re speaking from their own wounds.
Their own scarcity.
Their own disconnection.

I refuse to carry that.
I refuse to swallow their hurt like it’s mine.
I refuse to dim my voice to make someone more comfortable in their misery.

I was taught to stand strong, to stand in truth, to keep going even when others want to drag me down.

So to all that lateral violence aimed at me lately?
All that weird, ugly energy trying to knock me off my path?

Nah.
I’m not shrinking.
I’m not stopping.
I’m not breaking.

I’ll keep teaching.
Keep creating.
Keep building.
Keep uplifting our people.
Keep doing the work.

Because that’s what a good relative does.
And I’m not carrying colonizer behavior into the next generation.

The Cherokee Sacred Pipe

Published June 26, 2025 by tindertender

Red Arrow Woman: The Cherokee Sacred Pipe

Long ago, when the world was new, a tribe of red‐skinned people came to live on the lands around the Land of the Blue Mist – the Great Blue Smoky Mountains, Cherokee Country. At this time, the animals of the world still talked to men and taught them how to live on and care for the land. These people were called “Ani Yun Wiya,” or the One True People. In this tribe lived a brave warrior woman called Red Arrow Woman, who was taught to use the bow, the spear and the knife. Even though it was a man’s job to hunt and fight, Red Arrow Woman could shoot straighter with them, and she could throw the spear into eye of a hawk in flight. Because of all this, no man would tell her to be like a woman.

One day while on a hunt, Red Arrow Woman came upon the tracks of Yona the bear. She saw blood on the ground and knew he was wounded, so she followed his tracks. High into the mountains she went. Soon she came to a place that she did not know. It was in this place, a place known only to the animals that she finally saw Yona the bear. He had a deep cut in his side and she saw him bowing down in prayer. Red Arrow Woman saw him bowing toward a large field of tall grass and speaking words that she had not heard before. Suddenly, the grass shimmered and became a lake, and Yona dived into the water. After a time he emerged from the water, his side completely healed.

Yona approached her and said, “This is the sacred lake of the animals, called, ‘Atagahi’ and its location is known only to the animals. It is where we come for healing and strength. You are the first man creature to see the sacred lake. You must never tell your kind of its location for it is the home of the Great Uktena.”

After he said these words and left, Red Arrow Woman was tired and decided to rest a while by this lake. She built a small fire and sat down to eat a meal that she had brought with her, and as she took a drink of the water from the lake, she felt instantly refreshed. She felt strong as Yan’si the Buffalo, as if she could run faster than Coga the Raven could fly.

The woods were quiet: Unole the wind was sleeping, Nvda the sun was shinning bright but was not hot, and the surface of the lake was completely calm. Red Arrow Woman soon began to get sleepy. It was at this time that she saw Uktena, whom she had been told of when she was a child but no one in her tribe ever claimed to have seen him.

High above the water he raised his great Serpent Dragon head, the jewel in his forehead glistening. He began to move toward her. Red Arrow Woman grabbed up her spear and stood up to face the great creature coming to her, standing proud, showing no fear — the way any warrior should. She raised her spear and prepared to strike the huge beast.

Uktena stopped a short distance from her. He smiled, his mouth grinning larger than a man was tall and full of teeth longer than man’s forearm. He spoke to the brave woman on the bank of his lake. To her he said, “Put down your weapons for I mean you no harm. Uktena told her to sit and to listen. Uktena dipped his head below the surface and came back up a moment later. In his mouth he had a strangely crooked stick and a leather pouch, which he lay on the ground in front of Red Arrow Woman.

Then the Great Uktena began to teach. He said, “This that I have laid before you is the Sacred Pipe of The Creator.” He then told her to pick up the pipe. “The bowl is of the same red clay the Creator used to make your kind. The red clay is womankind and is from the Earth. Just as a woman bears the children and brings forth life, the bowl bears the sacred tobacco (tsula) and brings forth smoke. The stem is man, rigid and strong. The stem is from the plant kingdom, and like a man it supports the bowl, just as man supports his family.”

Uktena then showed Red Arrow Woman how to join the bowl to the stem saying, “Just as a man and a woman remain separate until joined in marriage so too are the bowl and stem separate. Never to be joined unless the pipe is used.”

Uktena then showed her how place the sacred tsula into the pipe and with an ember from the fire lit the tsula so it burned slightly. He told her this, “The smoke is the breath of the Creator. When you draw the smoke in into your body, you will be cleansed and made whole. When the smoke leaves your mouth, it will rise to the Creator. Your prayers, your dreams, your hopes and desires will be taken to Him in the smoke, and the truth in your soul will be shown to Him when you smoke the pipe. If you are not true, do not smoke the pipe; if your spirit is bad and you seek to deceive, do not smoke the pipe.” Uktena continued his lesson well into the night teaching Red Arrow Woman all of the prayers used with the pipe and all of the reasons for using the pipe. He finished just as the moon was beginning her nightly journey across the sky in search of her true love. He told Red Arrow Woman to wrap the pipe in red cloth, keeping the parts separate.

Uktena then returned to depths of the lake, telling Red Arrow Woman she would never again be able to find this place but she would remember all she learned. Red Arrow Woman saw the water shimmer and become again the field of grass. She left, taking with her the pipe and her lessons and a wondrous tale.

Ever since that time, The Ani Yun Wiya have used the sacred pipe and never again has any man seen the sacred lake of Uktena.

The pipe is not a symbol of things that are sacred. The pipe itself is sacred. Not everyone is called upon to be a pipe bearer. The person who carries the pipe and practices the pipe ceremonies and traditions has a great responsibility to his brothers and sisters, his land and country and even to the Earth Mother.

That is MY Horse

Published May 1, 2025 by tindertender

A few weeks ago I heard a masculine say to another, “That is my horse.”

It just came to mind again, so I googled what a horse might mean …

But first ~
The false telepaths who fancy themselves drivers of consciousness want folks to believe a person is no more than an animal, a commodity, a transport, from here to there, a work-horse which helps them complete task … this was part of the degrading verbiage the hidden interferers were pumping into the field of awareness during last Sunday’s mental attack as I was chopping wood in the forest.

What is a horse a metaphor for?
The metaphor of the rider and the horse. The rider is your rational thinking, your mind. And the horse is your emotions, your energy, your power, the animal part of your nature.

What did the horse represent?
In its earliest symbolic perception, the horse was disquieting and chtonian, but later became associated with the sun as a result of its domestication. It is most often a lunar animal linked to mother earth, water, sexuality, dreams, divination and the renewal of vegetation.

What is the spiritual meaning of a horse?
The Horse symbolizes travel, stamina, adventure and intuition, embodying the spirit of freedom and the relentless pursuit of new horizons. Wild Horses, with their unbridled energy and desire to roam, remind us of the deep-seated need for exploration in our own lives.

And just now, I’m thinking of the 4 horsemen …

The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, as described in the Book of Revelation, are four biblical figures who appear upon the unsealing of the first four of the seven seals. They are widely interpreted as representing Conquest, War, Famine, and Death.

Here’s a more detailed breakdown:

Conquest (or Religious Deception): The first horseman rides a white horse, symbolizing the conquering power that often precedes the apocalypse. Some interpretations also view this as representing religious deception.

War: The second horseman rides a red horse and is often depicted with a sword, representing war and conflict.

Famine: The third horseman rides a black horse, signifying famine and starvation.

Death: The fourth horseman rides a pale horse, representing death and pestilence.

Symbolism: The four horsemen are not just literal beings; they are symbolic representations of the chaos and suffering that will accompany the end times.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Four_Horsemen_of_the_Apocalypse

Some of you Suns and Stars are transport in this Spiritual Battle for Amazing and Skillful Holy Warriors from the Kingdom of the Most High … unseen … and you will not be falling, not this time. You Holy Steeds, whether you be a Stallion or a Mare, are Divine, and this is your Last Rodeo.

I heard the Divine state, “Lust will be your down-fall.”

When a warrior pays heed to the lustful energies they’ll be distracted, and someone may come along and steal their horse.

Be aware Family, whether you are the Rider or the Steed, be 100% present in all of your circumstances until the Most High Divine give the go-ahead, letting you know the war is over and it is time to relax and BE with one another. Don’t “jump the gun” or you may get shot.

Worshippers of Samael

Published February 3, 2025 by tindertender

This fellow is so interesting!

He mentions viscous stones the Mishnah get “water” from, or knowledge of a sort. Fascinating!!

Recently I heard an unseen adversary mention he couldn’t get “the stone” to appear … could it be these same stones?

Spirit said, those who play in blood will pay with blood.

Judgement on the Nations

Published January 15, 2025 by tindertender

Someone mentioned this in the comments section of one of my videos. Decided to share it, it is interesting, as the old falls away, and the New Earth takes form.

Judgment on the Nations

1Come near, O nations, to listen;

pay attention, O peoples.

Let the earth hear, and all that fills it,

the world and all that springs from it.

2The LORD is angry with all the nations

and furious with all their armies.

He will devote them to destruction;

He will give them over to slaughter.

3Their slain will be left unburied,

and the stench of their corpses will rise;

the mountains will flow with their blood.

4All the stars of heaven will be dissolved.

The skies will be rolled up like a scroll,

and all their stars will fall

like withered leaves from the vine,

like foliage from the fig tree.

Judgement on Edom (Isaiah 21:11-12)

5When My sword has drunk its fill in the heavens,

then it will come down upon Edom,

upon the people I have devoted to destruction.

6The sword of the LORD is bathed in blood.

It drips with fat—

with the blood of lambs and goats,

with the fat of the kidneys of rams.

For the LORD has a sacrifice in Bozrah,

a great slaughter in the land of Edom.

7And the wild oxen will fall with them,

the young bulls with the strong ones.

Their land will be drenched with blood,

and their soil will be soaked with fat.

8For the LORD has a day of vengeance,

a year of recompense for the cause of Zion.

9Edom’s streams will be turned to tar,

and her soil to sulfur;

her land will become a blazing pitch.

10It will not be quenched—day or night.

Its smoke will ascend forever.

From generation to generation it will lie desolate;

no one will ever again pass through it.

11The desert owl and screech owl will possess it,

and the great owl and raven will dwell in it.

The LORD will stretch out over Edom

a measuring line of chaos

and a plumb line of destruction.

12No nobles will be left to proclaim a king,

and all her princes will come to nothing.

13Her towers will be overgrown with thorns,

her fortresses with thistles and briers.

She will become a haunt for jackals,

an abode for ostriches.

14The desert creatures will meet with hyenas,

and one wild goat will call to another.

There the night creature will settle

and find her place of repose.

15There the owl will make her nest;

she will lay and hatch her eggs

and gather her brood under her shadow.

Even there the birds of prey will gather,

each with its mate.

16Search and read the scroll of the LORD:

Not one of these will go missing,

not one will lack her mate,

because He has ordered it by His mouth,

and He will gather them by His Spirit.

17He has allotted their portion;

His hand has distributed it by measure.

They will possess it forever;

they will dwell in it from generation to generation.

https://biblehub.com/bsb/isaiah/34.htm

Private Ceremony with Creator

Published August 29, 2024 by tindertender

Everyone has an opportunity to do your own private ceremony. To decorate your sacred space, to create your own prayers and bring in your higher power. You can create whatever feeling you desire for your sacred space. Burn herbs or incense, connect with Creator, give gratitude and create peace within your soul. This is all part of your personal spirit. Plan your space and then bring it to fruition.

(Art by Aideen)

United in God’s Light

Published January 11, 2024 by tindertender

The secret chamber of the heart (San-skrit Ananda-Kanda, “the root of joy”) is one of the spiritual centers, or chakras, within your body for the release of God’s light.

The threefold flame anchored within this chamber is your divine spark-literally a spark of sacred fire from the heart of God.

It is your point of contact with the Supreme Source of all life.

You can send divine love from your heart to all those in need by giving this simple prayer daily.

O Love of God, immortal Love, Enfold all in thy ray.
Send compassion from above
To raise them all today!
In the fuliness of thy power,
Shed thy glorious beams
Upon the earth and all thereon
Where life in shadow seems!
Let the Light of God blaze forth
To cut men free from pain.
Raise them up and clothe them, God, With thy mighty I AM name!

Lanterns of Hope: A Twilight Journey

Published December 31, 2023 by tindertender

As the year’s final chapter unfolds in silence,
I stand amidst twilight’s embrace,
Contemplating life’s tapestry, its vibrant dance
Of joy, of sorrow, in the introspective space.

Within me, a sacred fire burns bright,
Kindled by life’s enigmatic prose,
A tranquil warmth, a flickering light,
Nurturing love that in quiet grows.

In this season, when shadows stretch, yearning,
When discord’s rife among mankind,
My spirit soars, verses turning
Despair to dreams, hope intertwined.

In these waning hours, my heart’s sole desire,
Is an inner glow to kindle our spirit’s spire,
Casting forth light, steadfast, bold,
In light’s sanctuary, where heartbeats hold.

One earth, one heart-tapestry, united stance,
Against hardship’s gales, in unity, we dance.
Let not spirits be chained by sorrow’s deep,
For in togetherness, hope’s threads we keep.

So, let’s cradle the dying ember of the year
With verses remembered by hearts far and near.
May love’s lantern guide us through,
To a dawn of hope, resplendent, true.

Happy new Year 🌟

Each day is reborn
A chance to start anew, fresh
Wish you all the best🌟

Embrace the present
Find peace in the quietness
Love blooms inside you🌟

Let go of the past
And welcome the new beginning
Hope for a bright year🌟

May joy fill your heart
And blessings come your way
Happy New Year, friends.🌟

You and I Collide

Published August 30, 2023 by tindertender

Last night I received the fear type energy in solar plexus again. Someone in my energy field, not really operating out of a loving state. It dissipated once I placed my conscious awareness on it. Later, as I woke, “you and I collide” ran through my mind.

I pray for an end of suffering, for all beings.