A reading from the Original 13 Clan Mothers
A reading from the 13 Original Clan Mothers
She was born behind the piano of a saloon that never slept, where laughter was loud and mercy was rare. Daisy Hart learned early that the world had sharp edges for girls like her. Her mother drank to forget, her father’s name was a rumor, and the men who tossed coins her way thought her future was already sold. But Daisy didn’t wait for fate—she carved her own. By sixteen, she could ride, shoot, and stare down any man who thought her weak.
When her mother died, Daisy buried her out back with nothing but a prayer and a promise—that she’d never end up beneath anyone’s boot. Months later, she walked into the county courthouse in her best dress, chin high, and asked for a badge. The sheriff laughed, but the town needed order more than pride. By summer’s end, Daisy Hart wore a star on her chest and a Colt on her hip, and every drunk who once mocked her learned what respect sounded like when it cocked back steel.
For years she rode the dusty trails alone, chasing thieves and keeping peace in a place that never expected it from her kind. When she finally hung up her badge, the saloon still stood, older but quieter. Folks say that if you listen close on a hot Texas night, you can still hear her mother’s ghost smiling—because Daisy didn’t just survive that world. She tamed it.
Lily Mae was born in the backroom of a saloon, her first lullaby the sound of poker chips and pistol clicks.
Her mother did what she could to keep her safe, but the world behind those swinging doors had sharp edges. By twelve, Lily knew how to patch a knife wound and read by lamplight, hiding borrowed books under whiskey crates so no one would laugh at a saloon girl’s daughter trying to learn her letters.
When her mother died, folks said it was only a matter of time before Lily took her place upstairs. Instead, she walked out of the saloon with a medical bag and never looked back. She apprenticed under the old town doctor, traded sleep for study, and stitched cowhands, drifters, and lawmen until her name carried more weight than her past ever could. By eighteen, she was Dodge City’s only nurse — steady, calm, and unflinching even when bullets tore through the doors at midnight.
Men who once sneered at her mother now waited in line for Lily’s care, hats in hand and shame in their eyes. She never said a cruel word, just worked until her hands shook and the lantern burned low. Some called her an angel, others a miracle. But Lily Mae never believed either. She was just a girl who refused to let dust, or men, decide who she’d become.
The crap these masculines come up with is insane! They are insane.
The “breast tax,” or Mulakaram.
Women living in Kerala, India had to pay a significant sum to cover their breasts. Those who couldn’t afford it were forced to appear bare-chested.
This tax was imposed on Shudras and Dalits (the lowest castes in India, to be precise), specifically to show these classes their “AUKAT” (their extremely low social status).
Bare breasts were considered a sign of respect toward people from the higher castes. In a society where men freely ogled women who managed to cover themselves, one can hardly imagine what the poorest women felt, forced to go out without even a veil.
The harmful gazes destroyed these women in every possible way.
Even those who could afford to cover themselves were not spared. Officials in charge had to examine the size and weight of their breasts to determine the tax amount — and of course, these measurements were taken by hand… a complete shame.
Over time, a woman named Nangeli protested this law by cutting off her breasts and presenting them before the disbelieving officials. She soon died from blood loss, and her story sparked violent protests.
Eventually, the law was repealed, but only at the cost of her sacrifice.
Those I’ve come to know as the “adversary” are talking about “the nation”.
What does “nations” mean in Revelation?
In the Book of Revelation, “the nations” refer to the gentile or non-Jewish peoples of the world.
“Nations” mean “ethnic groups”.
It sounds as though there is a specific nation which concerns these abuser masculine’s. They’re quite upset about its rise.
Transformation! She died. She was resurrected. Led back – Ascension. Curator threatens God.
The entity that has been selling life-force energy of suns and stars is giving God an ultimatum. He’s swearing that if He doesn’t hand over this Divine Feminine, he’s going to sacrifice All the Chosen ones.
He has supplied a long night of verbal, incriminating evidence of his betrayal, obstinance, and intention to destroy this feminine.
The United States of America is now Egypt. The land is going back to the indigenous. The happiness haters are blaming God and this Divine Mother figure.
This curator and some people he’s speaking with appear to be “Eastern Stars.” They fumbled this Divine Feminine, they fumbled her Spiritual Spouse.
God is protecting the Chosen, however, this curator seeks a Judas… who will sell out God and this Divine feminine, and essentially, their own selves back into his hands and authority.
She graduated an impossible life path, an initiation process … she didn’t fail, she made it through without cutting corners or making deals.
These masculines who feel they own Divine Feminine Womb energy are SUPER angry!!
Apparently, a religious person has tried smoking something and they’re talking about the energy … are they smoking crack, or meth?
This curator and his friends want to butcher both of these Divine Beings at the same time, (or a couple working for them who are struggling).
There are defenses, a twist, and genetics they don’t quite understand.
They exploited the story in the Bible of the Desert.
The woman helped them get free.
They obtained and imprisoned their captor because of access to her and her energy and gifts.
Rather than protect her and care for her as promised TO GOD, they broke her bridge with God and sacrificed her to the depths.
Ultimate betrayal.
God took her back.
They’re making war with God and all Chosen Ones, hoping to find a Judas … they don’t think this is “fair”.
Nefarious ones discussing your ascension. They know you are worthy of the position you hold.
You are Upper Echelon. Apparently, you were in the jungle, or your spiritual counterpart was. He is here, now. Governing systems are undergoing transformation. Be wary. These ones are still hoping to gain relationship, or at least permission to be in your energy so they can play with your energetic signature, try to defile it. Masculine … the Divine stated that lust will be your downfall. If you’re not with your spiritual spouse yet, be wary for your enemy is attempting to attach to you with a Jezebel succubus. They need to command your position and output. They need to command your energy so they can sacrifice it to their shadow demon.
Please don’t get distracted Divine Masculine, not now. These ones will parade every fancy foot in front of you, slinky tight fits of gorgeous feminine’s sent to entice you, to lure you away from your purpose … and more importantly … from the spiritual spouse who helped you get this far. Use your discernment … don’t get distracted … not now. Please … hold firm to your vow of chastity until you complete your mission and things settle down. The world depends on your successful transition. Those who oppose you will try to attach, they need to sacrifice you, and it requires a “relationship”, a “partnership” or any form of collaboration. Keep your wits about you … s.e.x.ual attachments are their forte. Correct me if I’m wrong, but you’ve been here before, and the distraction cost you everything … absolutely everything.
“There is a curse in the land, until you stand on business!!” as Tish stated.
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