In life I find it so fascinating, this interaction between people, energy and essence.
In the last 20 years I’ve listened to many folks teach lessons, I’ve received healing which was quite significant, even got married for awhile, yet for the most part, these connections were ‘interesting’ while I remained energetically detached.
Then comes along an individual who begins to speak my language … and my energies reach for them, intrigued, I find myself leaning in.
Some people have called it pheromones, but I think it is much more than that, for there is no profane thoughts floating around in my mind, only genuine intrigue. It is also because there is distance between us … no ‘smelling’ here. It’s an energy thing.
I wasn’t expecting this … and I’ll contain myself (He’ll probably never know) … it’s just very soothing to know my heart and energetic pulse is not dead.
Call it imagination, or a genuine connection ~ it’s nice to know Love still lives here.
The fallen have been in war with the heavenly realms for a very long time. Their goal is to make heaven their throne, with the earth as their footstool.
This realm is the garden.
The garden has been pillaged.
The womb of the feminine is the Stargate thru which the heavenly incarnates.
The fallen have done everything they can to corrupt this Stargate.
Abortion keeps SOL family from incarnating, rape that goes unprosecuted, hysterectomies that were not necessarily needed, viruses injected into the body to cause infertility, bpa lining in all canned products causes reproductive difficulties for male and female, plus a plethora of other chemicals in the foods, water, and various products.
Their goal is to stop the female and male human from being able to procreate … meaning no more in the heavenly realms would be entering thru the womb portal into this world, which effectively means the fallen own this domain.
That’s the real war.
Those with nefarious intentions will fail tho, yet again. Human bodies will be brought back to optimum health, procreation will continue.
The reward for this attempt will not be planetary domination by those who do not honor the sacred, but they will instead be stripped of a life which includes the primordial light of source creation.
Their world will be dark. (I’ve seen it).
No more innocent souls to fragment so they can more easily “walk-in” to the body and live the innocent’s life instead.
No more pilfering of the lights consciousness waves of love, or the attention and energy behind creative emotion, which has been stolen and utilized for mutations of the sacred., based on fear.
From the destruction of primordial light will come the karmic experience of living without this source.
The Universal Laws apply to all.
Even those who know how to wield great power, manifesting whatever their selfish needs require.
Those who have been tormented, energetically and otherwise feasted upon, used in many different ways, WILL receive justice and restitution for what was stolen from them, and the abuses which have been done to them.
At some point an individual, and collective, must accept responsibility for their actions.
It is time for the shit to stop rolling downhill.
It is time for the violator to be known.
There is a very significant purpose and reason for each individual to be here at this time.
Let’s turn up the volume Guides, Guardians, Ancestors, Star Nation, psychic friends and family!
I look forward to co-creating the abundant fullness of health and wealth of our planetary system with you!
There is a mythic woman, much aligned throughout history, whose name means ‘all gifted.’ Pandora lives within us as our curious nature, yearning to conquer chaos, evil and darkness with the light of knowledge. She is the hopeful voice of our soul that asks the questions and, in doing so, triggers the process that brings answers. Sometimes it is through uncomfortable learning that we find our treasure. Pandora reminds us that the process of learning can take us to places that seem like the end of our world and yet, all is not lost. Even now, the light within you is stirring for new revelation, new life and new adventure.
Shield brother calls to beg me get a message to his girl ancestors stirring, sending messages through our own across the world I am listening, I am following as warriors of the light can only do we ride rootless on heavy medicine every day until our lives are through
CHORUS 1 we ride rootless on heavy medicine disconnected from the ground we ride rootless in dark places unafraid that we might fall or die or drown we are working, we are tireless we are seekers of the way we ride rootless on heavy medicine and we live to fight another day
Time to do the work while my bones and blood are wild with lessons learned and secrets shared Friends and lovers help me put my armor back together and never let me leave home unprepared My comrade sets his fiddle to his shoulder and I know today there’ll be no turning back. We’ll ride rootless on heavy medicine unashamed of what we lack
CHORUS 2 We ride rootless on heavy medicine disconnected from the ground We ride fearless in dark places hearts in danger but our spirits safe and sound We are working, we are tireless singing songs to stir the sky We are honor bound to share these visions walking tall and getting by walking tall when we don’t fly
Dirt beneath my nails I claw my way home from the forest just as crazy as before but I am breathing and I am laughing taking one step at a time bringing truth from door to door and I’m not the only one one of many unafraid to open eyes or heart or mind We ride rootless on heavy medicine and we do it all the time
CHORUS 3 We ride rootless on heavy medicine disconnected from the ground We ride windward across the wasteland skin in danger but our hearts all safe and sound We speak the language of song and shadow We are tenders of the flame We ride rootless on heavy medicine and from day one we’ve never been the same
CHORUS 4 We are healers working retail or working graveyard without pay We tell stories in our circle We listen or we dance or we just pray We are working, we are tireless We are teachers of the way We ride rootless on heavy medicine and we walk it every day
CHORUS 1
END COUNTERMELODY: we are here so the stories get told don’t give up ride out be bold build the fire bright and strong speak your truth and sing your song
you are here so the stories get told goddess bless your weary soul raise your voice to call the cry storytellers never die
goddess bless your weary heart tried and tested, torn apart holding hands around the flames healed and whole we rise again
goddess bless your weary soul we are here so the stories get told and we live to fight another day
credits
from Rootless Digital Single, track released September 13, 2011 Tracked and mixed by Ginger Doss, Eagle Audio All vocals, drums, bass, guitars: S. J. Tucker Words & Music by S. J. Tucker Song art: Rob Carlos, www.colorsmith.com Special thanks: Burt, Kore, Aja, Satyr, Argo, Gingy, Arjil, Cascadia, SG, ATC, and all who listen.
Male and female is fundamental to life; partners in work to be done. ~ Oren R. Lyons, Spokesman, Traditional Circle of Elders
The Great Spirit created a system which would allow us to reproduce, to have companionship, to love, to laugh, to cry, and be happy. Man and Woman each have gifts the other doesn’t have. But, together they have these gifts to share with each other. The Great Spirit made it this way. So let us treat each other with respect. Let us look upon each other in a sacred way.
Grandfather, Grandmother, bring the spirits to teach us.
“The Great Mother is the source of all life and all death. She gives and She takes away. She plants, harvests, and cuts down. She is the womb from which all are born, and the womb to which all return at death. The Goddess is the black and white egg Mother, She is dark and bright, She bears and kills. Ancient cultures knew and honored both sides of her coin, the modern West has chosen to deny the dark. Existence is a cycle of movement from light to darkness and to light again. Is life the brightness or the dark, is death the darkness or the light? Both are one. Without death there would be no life, and there would be no birth without death.” ~ Understanding the Soul’s Journey by Diane Stein
Then Issa said, “Reverence woman, mother of the universe. In her lies the truth of creation. She is the foundation of all that is good and beautiful. She is the source of life and death. Upon her lies the life of man, because she is the succor of his labors. She gives birth to you in travail, she watches over your growth. Until her very death you bring anguish to her. Bless her. Honor her. She is your only friend and sustenance upon earth. Reverence her. Defend her. Love your wives and honor them, because tomorrow they shall be mothers, and later – the mothers of the human race. Their love ennobles man, soothes the embittered heart and tames the beast. Wife and mother – invaluable treasure.
“As light divides itself from darkness, so does woman possess the gift to divide in man good intent from the thought of evil. Your best thoughts must belong to woman. Gather from them your moral strength, which you must possess to sustain your near ones. Do not humiliate her, for therein you will humiliate yourselves. And all which you will do to mother, to wife, to widow or to another woman in sorrow-that shall you also do for the Spirit.
“Not far hence is the time when by the Highest Will the people will become purified and united into one family.” ~ The Aquarian Gospel of Christ, The Lost Years of Jesus
She was repeatedly rejected, belittled, patronized, and underestimated. Born in Baltimore on April 6, 1906, she spent her childhood summers milking goats.
She was expected to marry into privilege and settle into the role of wife and mother, according to A Mighty Girl.
But, she had other ideas.
She at first wanted to become a diplomat, but women accounted for only six of the 1,500 U.S. diplomats at the time and she was repeatedly rejected.
After an accident in Turkey, she lost her left leg below the knee,” according to Intel. “She was fitted with a wooden prosthetic leg, which she affectionately nicknamed ‘Cuthbert.’”
Because she was a woman, she was rejected by the United States Foreign Service. Because she had a disability, she was turned down by the Department of State.
So, she did what many women and people of color did during that time – she went to France, where she became an ambulance driver at the start of World War II.
After meeting a British Intelligence Officer, she joined the newly-created Special Operations Executive (SOE), becoming the second female agent to be sent to France.
“After limited training, this one-legged American woman was among the first British spies sent into Nazi-occupied France in 1941,” according to NPR. “She posed as a reporter for the New York Post.”
Her name was Hall, Virginia Hall.
She was the “real-life female James Bond,” wrote Dusica Sue Malesevic.
She “was the baddest broad in any room she walked into,” according to the Hartfield Book Company. “When the State Department proved to be a sexist boys’ club that wouldn’t allow her in, she gave the finger to society’s expectations of women and became a spy for the British.”
She is “one of the most important American spies most people have never heard of,” according to NPR.
This is part of a continuing series on the Peace Page for Women’s History Month.~~~~~“The odds of success, let alone survival, were not high for Virginia Hall when she was sent to spy behind enemy lines during World War II,” according to Sonia Purnell, author of Hall’s biography.“
No one in London gave Agent 3844 more than a fifty-fifty chance of surviving even the first few days,” wrote Purnell. “For all Virginia’s qualities, dispatching a one-legged thirty-five-year-old desk clerk on a blind mission into wartime France was on paper an almost insane gamble.”
But, Hall “proved exceptionally adept at eluding the Gestapo,” according to A Mighty Girl.
“She learned how to change her appearance within minutes depending on whom she was meeting,” Purnell wrote. “Altering her hairstyle, wearing a wide-brimmed hat, putting on glasses, changing her makeup, wearing different gloves to hide her hands, or even inserting slivers of rubber into her mouth to puff out her cheeks: it all worked surprisingly well.”
She “emerged as a fearless guerrilla leader who helped liberate whole swathes of France,” according to Time.
“She armed and trained three battalions of French resistance fighters for sabotage missions that helped paved the way for the Allied invasion,” according to A Mighty Girl. “One of her many radio reports shows the breadth of her missions; in it, she states that her team has destroyed four bridges, derailed freight trains, severed a key rail line, and downed telephone lines. By the war’s end, Hall had spent over three full years operating undercover behind enemy lines and, in the words of an official British government report at the end of the war, she was ‘amazingly successful.’”
“There’s a saying that the actress Ginger Rogers did everything her on-screen dance partner Fred Astaire did except backwards and in heels,” according to writer Raquel Laneri. “Well, Virginia Hall . . . did everything that the fictional James Bond would do, except in real life and with one leg.”
She also “masterminded jailbreaks for captured agents, mapped drop zones, reported on German troop movements, set up safe houses, and rescued escaped POWs and downed Allied pilots.” “She was able to play on the chauvinism of the Gestapo at the time,” said Craig Gralley, a retired CIA officer who has written his own book about Hall — a novel, “Hall of Mirrors”. “None of the Germans early in the war necessarily thought that a woman was capable of being a spy.”
“When James Bond was still in diapers, Virginia Hall was behind enemy lines, playing a dangerous game of cat and mouse with Hitler’s henchmen,” according to the Hartfield Book Company, which published “Code Name Badass: The True Story of Virginia Hall” by Heather Demetrios.“
The Nazis called her ‘La Dame Qui Boite,’ the lady who limps,” according to the Maryland Women’s Hall of Fame. “Hunted by Gestapo Chief, Klaus Barbie (“The Butcher of Lyon”), [Hall] had to make a harrowing last-minute escape over the snow-capped Pyrenees, dragging her prosthetic limb, ‘Cuthbert’ behind her.”
“Barbie ordered ‘wanted’ posters of Hall that featured a drawing of her above the words ‘The Enemy’s Most Dangerous Spy — We Must Find And Destroy Her!’, wrote Greg Myre of NPR.~~~~~“Hall was rewarded by becoming the only civilian woman of the war to be decorated with the Distinguished Service Cross for “extraordinary heroism,” according to Time. She was also made a Member of the British Empire (MBE) and was nominated for the French Croix de Guerre, according to the Maryland Women’s Hall of Fame.
After the war, Hall “joined the newly formed CIA, which succeeded the OSS, and worked there for 15 years, mostly at headquarters.”
British author Sonia Purnell wrote Hall’s biography, titled, “A Woman of No Importance”.
Explaining the irony in the title, Purnell said, “Through a lot of her life, the early life, she was constantly rejected and belittled. She was constantly just being dismissed as someone not very important or of no importance.”
“I do think that she became America’s greatest spy of World War II,” Gralley said.
“Virginia Hall, of Baltimore, became our country’s first and arguably greatest spy of the Second World War,” according to the Maryland Women’s Hall of Fame. “During the course of her astounding career, and despite a significant physical disability, she served as an intelligence officer for the British Special Operations Executive, the U.S. Office of Strategic Services, and the Central Intelligence Agency.”
“CIA officers have said that the techniques she developed 80 years ago to build up the French Resistance still inform the agency’s missions today, including Operation Jawbreaker in Afghanistan before and after 9/11,” according to Time.
“Her story is on display at the CIA Museum inside the spy agency headquarters in Langley, Va. — but this is off-limits to the public.” “She was the most highly decorated female civilian during World War II,” said Janelle Neises, the museum’s deputy director.
“She was a woman very much ahead of her time,” said Judith Pearson, author of “The Wolves at the Door,” about Hall’s World War II activities.
Years later, when admirers talked about her adventures, Hall would simply reply, “Not bad for a girl from Baltimore.”