And So It Begins...

      A soul birthed out of the Infinite Creative Source of ALL THAT IS. A beautiful soul of Love. Love was happy, filled with joy, creativity, giving love, and receiving love. This soul created beautiful things until the soul felt there was no more to create. The soul asked to learn more so that Love could create more. And so, it was given.

    The ceremony of division was simple as ALL THAT IS allowed Love to divide into two separate entities. Now Love could see and create from a new perspective. The two halves of Love chose the names Seren and Sirius so that they could be separate yet the same. The process was simple.

     ALL THAT IS gave Seren and Sirius permission to create. 

     Seren stood before him in the new body she had chosen on the earthly plane. She closed her eyes and bowed her head before the union ceremony began that would tie them together, so in the future they would understand that they were actually one. She focused on her love for him and how wanted to show him her love. 

      He watched her wondering if she was changing her mind about their separation union. He knew she was the gift to him from ALL THAT IS.  Love had done this despite the fact that they would have to leave their home and live on Earth. Sirius was taking her as his companion, his twin flame, his most treasured one. She knelt before him to honor him and he lifted her up to place her above him. What a glorious experience this would be for she had given him power and he had chosen to worship her.

     The temple filled with a luminous light as if the walls were glowing with a warm golden-white color. A rainbow of colors swirled before his eyes as they wrapped around their two new bodies. He thought he was hallucinating and closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them, he saw far more than he expected...Other souls had seen and joined them in the experience.

And so it began…

The End of the Myangar Tribe

 

Matari was from the Keshka tribe. She entered her hut after tending her goats and chickens. Her meal had been cleaned up earlier so she began to undress with the intent of climbing into the furs for a good night’s sleep next to her sweet toddler. Her man, Sanyonda had died over a year ago in a hunting accident since then she had done twice the work being both woman and provider for her child. She was average height well-muscled and her body glistened in the fire’s glow with the scented oil she rubbed into her skin. As she sat braiding her hair, she was thinking about the hunting expedition that had led to the death of her love. They had been married for just over a year when the scouts had discovered the great wooly herd. The village men prepared to hunt and left the village. She was fondly remembering his last kiss when chaos erupted outside her hut. She heard the screams of her neighbors before they were killed. Scrambling she rushed to tie her knife to her thigh before donning her ragged dress again. Matari instinctively knew she must be prepared to face whatever intruder entered her space. She would protect her and Sanyonda’s child with her life if necessary.

Just as she pulled the dress over her head a large man burst through her skins into her hut. Kriton was enormous, hairy and muscular. His bedraggled hair hung in dreadlocks and he reeked of body odor mixed with sweat. He stood between Matari and the little one in her bed. He and his raiding party had stalked the village for days watching the comings and goings of the Keshka tribe. He had seen this woman and craved her body. Prior to bursting into her tent he had claimed live of the family in the next hut in his blood lust. Now he would have her. Matari’s baby awoke to the screams of other villagers and began crying when he saw the stranger. The invader glanced from her to the crying child and lunged in the direction of the child in order to silence him permanently. Before she could comprehend he had even moved his knife plunged into her sweet child ending his life.

Matari propelled her self toward the Kriton in fury screaming, attacking him viciously with her fists and clawing at him. He subdued her easily with the skills of a mercenary flinging her on the bed. With his knife at her throat he prepared to rape her by shoving her ragged dress up her thighs. He used his knees to separate her thighs while he freed his manhood. Carelessly he did not notice the twine tied was around her leg because he was intent upon fulfilling his lust that grew with each kill. Hers would send him over the edge in ecstasy as he slit her throat while relieving his lust into her. Matari cleverly bent her knees as if she were giving her body to him and relaxed as she freed her knife keeping it hidden beside her hip. She looked into his gray-green eyes knowing exactly who he was and what he would mean to her. Just as he entered her, she plunged her knife into his gut and ripped upward toward his chest. His entrails spilled out over her in a bloody mess before he collapsed. She wisely remained under his body for several hours until she was sure the raiding party left.

It took her several minutes to free herself from the dead man’s weight but she managed. Once free she scooped up her baby and let out a mournful howl of grief. She held her little boy close to her chest rocking his lifeless body. She had recognized the tattoos of the tribe on the intruder. If it took her the rest of her life she would kill every man, woman and child in the Myangar tribe staring with his family.

Snake Medicine Dream

 

I remember going to visit a student of whom I had been very fond of when I taught him. He had been sick (Crohn's disease) and was now doing much better because he had finally been diagnosed and had everything he needed to be healthy. I had found out his mother was very sick and I went with the intention to also see her. I thanked her for working so hard to help him get well and I wanted the same for her. She explained to me that it took a lot out of her to help him and now she was very tired. I gave her a blessing and we hugged then I left. I went to a doctor's office at a clinic to get her help. While I was there I spoke to the doctor then they sent me in to visit a little girl that was very sick. She lay on the bed almost completely uncovered except for a cloth draped over her. She had sores all over her stomach that the doctors could not get to go away. Her father was there and I asked her name and what was wrong because she looked very weak and fevered. Her father said the doctors did not know what to do for her and she was very sad. I prayed over her and gave her a blessing then I returned to the waiting room. I had to wait in the waiting room for a considerable amount of time and I didn't know why. A woman named Karen came to me and I knew she was a great healer and psychic. She asked me many questions about a picture and what types of triangles I saw in the various images. (this I did not understand at all although I got them all correct.) Then she cut open a potato and rubbed the juices on my arm. I saw a snake in various shades of beige and light browns wrapped around her arm. She took the same knife that she had cut the potato with and cut into the snake making it bleed a intense yellow blood. I was about to protest about her hurting the snake when she had someone rub the other half of the potato into my face. I wondered why she was she trying to make me kiss the potato. I was so distracted buy this that I did not see her put a large amount of the snake's blood on my arm where she had rubbed the potato.

 

At this point I actually woke up because my husband shook my arm to tell me he was leaving for work. I instantly got a powerful headache right between my eyebrows. After he left I went into a meditative state and asked questions about the dream.

 

Karen came to me and explained that the potato starches were to protect my skin from the blood of the snake. She explained that it was rubbed on my face so that I would moisten my fingers, rub them where the potato juices were on my face and then dip in in the snakes blood to smooth over the sores on the little girl. I would meet her and she would bring the same snake several days in a row and in the end the little girl would be healed.

 

Dear Mom

  

Dear Mom,

It is Mother’s Day and I just wanted to share why I love you and why you mean so much to me. I want to thank you for allowing me to choose you as my mother. You are one of the strongest women I have ever met. You lived your life with the struggle of diabetes from childhood before they really understood the disease. Even as it slowly broke down your body, you were strong. You lost your baby girls before me and yet you were strong enough to love and have both Faith and I. I know you loved us with all your heart. Your will to live, was a powerful thing to behold.

You took care of me when I was sick, bandaged me when I was hurt, protected me when I couldn’t protect myself, made sure that I learned everything that I possibly could, and talked me through my troubles. You read to me until I learned to read, and then you made sure that I continued to read. You instilled in me a thirst for knowledge for all things. I learned from you how to find out what I wanted to know. You did these things selflessly, even when you did not feel well. You made sure we had good food to eat, and clothes to wear even though they were not what everyone else had. As a young person, I was embarrassed that my clothes were not as in style as my classmates, yet as I grew older I realized it is the person inside that is what is important, not their appearance. I learned that from you. I learned from you that family was the most important thing in my life, and that money and possessions do not create happiness. We had good times, tough times, happy times, and sad times, yet our family stuck together through it all. I struggled through some tough times when I FEEL YOU LEANED ON ME TOO HEAVILY 

You taught me to love just as fiercely as you did. Yes, you were strict and perhaps you felt bad about it sometimes. That was probably was what I needed to become the person I am. You never babied me and it made me a stronger person with the ability to say no to people and to walk away from people when needed. I learned from you that love is the most important aspect of our lives and I am learning what you meant when you said I have to love myself. All that makes me who I am came from you and the wonderful man you chose as your husband. You were a blessing in my life as were my grandmothers and my aunts. I would not be who I am today without you. I thank you for being the mother I needed you to be. I know we had our differences sometimes, I forgive you and I forgive me for all of our perceived misconceptions and imperfections.

I love you still and I always will. I miss your talks, your voice, and your hugs. One day we will meet on the other side.

Love Always,

Me, 

Righteous Anger

I am usually a calm peaceful person. I do not like conflict. or shouting. I do not want to fight and often would rather bend over backwards to get along with people.

Today I came unhinged at the meanness of some children. It brought up memories of my childhood where I was made fun of and a friend of mine was tortured relentlessly. I wanted to scream and cuss and throw things as I unleashed my righteous angry tirade on mean kids. I told them that they had no right to take the dignity of their class mate and that they should apologize. I am holding them accountable for their actions.

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