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.
The MOTHER has been gifted the New Rainbow Covenant with 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.
“According to major world religions, God owns the Earth, and humans are considered stewards or tenants entrusted with its care. This stewardship is a central concept in Judaism, Christianity, and Islam, emphasizing that people have been given a responsibility to care for the planet on God’s behalf.”
“Judaism: Teaches that the land is God’s and that humans are tenants who must care for it. The Torah states, “The land must not be sold permanently because the land is mine… and you are but aliens and my tenants” (Leviticus 25:23).”
“Christianity: Believes that God created the Earth and that humans are called to be stewards of creation. They are given dominion over the Earth but have the responsibility to care for it as God’s creation.”
“Islam: Teaches that humans are appointed as “caretakers” (khalifah) of the Earth, a role of trust and responsibility to care for what ultimately belongs to Allah (God).”
You can’t really see it, but under the back window was the word RIGID, and on the tailgate was the word ROYAL. These Mysogonists had opportunity to receive a Loving Royal, she served them while they hurt her real bad. God took her away from them and told her she will never give it back. Now, God has made her Rigid …. Those who harmed her and her family last cycle won’t be meeting the same Royal this cycle.
Oct. 9th, “Earth Woman was given control over the planet”. The curator is furious. He & his trafficking hybrids must leave, cease & desist in their horror fest. He & his interdimensional friends are planning an uicide, leaving a cadaver as placement w/note, while they obtain her, her essence, gifts & covenant. Divine Mother said to, “Be prepared. They won’t survive. Those people won’t obtain you.”
These misogynist masculine’s object about this womans ability to handle responsibility, to perform necessary tasks required from this position she’s been gifted. They’re told she is a multi-tasker …
Just because she makes it looks easy does not mean she’s cutting corners or omitting any of the necessary tasks. Just because it looks easy doesn’t mean it isn’t hard, requiring focus and concentration. Just because she keeps her cool under pressure doesn’t mean she’s sluffing off responsibility. She has speed and efficiency they cannot comprehend.
I think they’re just mad because she’s a young, beautiful, capable divine feminine, a true organic original divine feminine. They see her as a child even though her soul is ancient. She is eternal youth and they cannot grasp the concept that she is not what they see. Their limited thinking has them in a tiny box and they believe everything and everyone needs to get inside that box. They believe it is “they” who ought to command her essence and performance.
They cannot compute the idea of a muti-tasking, Organic, ORIGINAL, speed processor, transmitter receiver of the Divine, a HUman Being they thought they had caused extinction for, who enjoys continuously improving on methods, timing, quality, output … adding efficiency and value to her soul, as she shares efforts with her community.
She is not AI, she is what AI has modelled themselves after, and she outshone them, out-performed them, and did it with a smile and happiness in her heart. She is a Daughter of God, and has earned this position, FAIRLY, under the greatest duress her “opponent” could offer.
They themselves say she is sanctified, she’s a savior (because she helps those in need), she’s anointed, she is spontaneity itself, instinctive, there are no patterns, only flow. These who long to possess and control cannot track or compile strategy without patterning.
It’s throwing them off, making them “mad” and they’re losing their minds. These who operate on ROTE and PATTERNS despise that the one operating in flow, divinely connected, slipped through somehow, even with the greatest pressure they could apply. God works miracles all the time … it’s what flow and love of life offers.
They are talking about an intervention.
They’re talking about reputation.
The curator wants her presence eliminated.
He’s told to back off.
He doesn’t want to obey commands.
He’s accustomed to giving commands.
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.
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.
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