Intergalactic souls

Imagine the billions of people and animals that have come before us since the time of creation. Everything is unfolding in accordance with God’s will. The factors at play are free will of man. The playing field is the “apple of His eye” that is Earth. There is no home away from home for this is our God given home for now and for eternity. Man is tasked to love God and in doing so it takes respect for the gifts He has given us. The most important being His Son Jesus. The wind is like the Holy Spirit swishing and swaying as directed by the Father. The sun and it’s rays will represent our Creator, Giver of life. The Universe filled with unfathomable amount of galaxies, stars, planets and cosmos, each representing those that have come before us. The closer the star the further in time it has come from, the further the star the more recent the soul transformed. The vast array of God’s creation displayed for all to see. The dark matter in space is just that, dark. A black hole will consume that what is good when a battle is lost. Earth being the battlefield with every soul of the greatest importance. The core of the earth being hell bent on being fed the lost souls daily, ever burning and consuming. There is no escape plan man can conceive to make it out alive. It is only in the mind of man to think that we can fly out to the heavens and survive. It is only in the mind of man to say the earth is doomed. It is only in the mind of the utter evil beings on this plane to think that they will receive heaven on earth when they attempt to wipe out our ever awakening kind. To be awake is to know there is a God who left us in top order of the image of Him in hopes of choosing the right path. Every path will lead to death, your soul being will either burn for eternity or gleam in the heavens for all to see. My heaven on earth is spreading hope and love in a world full of dark and decay. Shooting stars are like the free spirit, able to observe the heavens over and over. The loss of life in America off of abortions alone is sheer selfishness and a generation made to believe that it is ok. The children suffering around the world is disheartening to degrees unfathomable. The loss of life taken by other life, even more so. When life is what our Creator has hopes of us choosing love over death. To think that He needs us having devastating consequences, it is us who needs Him. Analogy of life as I perceive it.


There is no Honor in a Medal.

We rise, we stand in unison, we Indigenous. Our Creator will hear our war cries, to use Him against us is the work of the evil one. Actions speak louder than words and a word is just that, words. We act on love for there is no other way. -Tuvramu

A blessing in each day we are alive.

I remember the first time I used a computer. It was a behemoth of an apple. Our school had three that the entire school shared. The game I was able to play was a bear game that was on a floppy disk, the actual floppy disks that flopped, not the hard cased floppy disks. I remember each new computer as the years kept going. A fad of gateway giants, the see through apple computers were my favorites and eventually our small school had its very own computer lab. I loved Oregon trails and Mario typewriter, where you had to type as fast as you could with making the least amount of mistakes. I was very tech savvy and at one point I could hack into systems I wasn’t allowed into, but I felt bad for doing something I wasn’t supposed to so I stopped doing it. If I ever felt bad about something I would tell on myself just so I would no longer feel bad. In the sixth and seventh grade we had the same teacher, when usually one teacher taught the same class every year. He was awesome and one winter my sister and cousin convinced me to egg his door. I wasn’t sure why but I listened. I told him that I egged his house in the journal he had us write each day. He asked what were the worst things and best things we had ever done. I was very honest and I like re-reading what I wrote so long ago. The best story was the time two other girls and I killed a chicken. It was a victim of the pecking order from the other chickens that our class raised as a class project. One girl was brave, one laughed the whole time and I cried and screamed so hard I almost peed my pants. Growing up in isolation did not mean we were disconnected from the rest of the world because we grew up right along with dial-up internet and the advancement of technology. I really liked the school atmosphere and I loved my teachers or at least most of them. I was a fan of constructive criticism because I knew it was a form of people helping me become a better person. I liked going to the library as a young girl and picking an encyclopedia just to flip through and look at pictures, if I found something interesting I read about it but mainly I liked pictures. Then I found the National Geographic section of the library and I delved in looking at spectacular areas of the world. My favorite childhood book was “Danny and the Dinosaur.” There was something magical about it to me and I liked the adventure they went on. Our school had a basement and I never liked going down there, it simply gave me the heeby jeebies. I absolutely loved art class and wood shop classes. I liked to help people my whole life. I would write about carrying garbage for elderly ladies or picking up trash around our small village. I made up games at the playground that became games passed down throughout the years. My cousin and sister told me to slap a girl at the playground and I listened. I felt very bad for doing it because she had braces and I hit her pretty hard. I apologized and became her friend for a few months. I liked having different friends and trying to befriend so many people I spread myself a little too thin. The village life could be a great thing. The attentiveness of the teachers to each student and the encouragement of community members always made me smile. The village I come from is like no other. People help people and care for each other, or at least that’s what I’ve witnessed my school years. I didn’t like lunch time so much because I didn’t like finding a place to sit because I didn’t want to choose which friend I would sit with that day. I moved where I sat most days and a lot of times I tried to sit by people who nobody else would sit by. I felt misunderstood most of my life because nobody thought about life the way I wanted or expected them to. My first pen pal asked if I would like to come to America one day and after he asked that I never wrote to him again because Alaska was a part of America. I literally remember so many nicks and nacks of my life because I felt like my whole life was worth remembering and allowing memories to fade was never an option for me. I like interpreting my own dreams and remember a lot of dreams my sister told me that she had growing up. My favorite was her scary dream of wolves. She dreamt we were passing a family identical to us seven family members mother, father and five children. They needed help and my dad stopped to help them. Although they looked like us my sister saw a tail on one of the look alike family. They were wolves in human skin that resembled us and she begged my dad to come back to the boat. He did and we pushed off the bank and as soon as we did that they ripped off their skin and revealed their true identity which were wolves. I liked the part where my dad listened and that my sister saved us by being keen with her sight. Her dream was from when we were so very young. I write the most significant dreams I’ve had in a dream journal and I keep those to myself for the most part. Life is so interesting to me as it should be to everyone. We are all blessed to be chosen to live the lives we live and one must never forget that it is a blessing to be alive!

150 billion dollars

The illicit profits of slavery is 150 billion dollars each year. In the world today people are sold as slaves. God intervenes when His workers intervene. To not raise awareness is ungodly, to turn away and pretend this isn’t happeneing is illicit. I have been receiving emails for 16 years from and at one point in my life I was able to contribute to their cause. Now I offer my prayers because we do what we are capable and then we become more than capable. We can’t leave it up to governments to make the change we as a race are capable of making. Dig deep, what is it that these slaves represent? A lot is blood diamonds, something that looks pretty but is abundant and the price is a lie. Where does the cocoa you consume come from? Family farms or from the backs of children living in slavery? Being an informed consumer, changing spending habits to help create a better world. Each individual is tasked to live a life loving God, how can you claim to love God yet turn your head and not attempt to do what you are capable? We pray today for those living a life of slavery, being a slave to debt is a life of slavery, the only difference is you are not being physically beaten to death.

Always ask Questions

One of my favorite things to do is to find the hardest questions in life and seek the answers. Sometimes the answers are laid out for everyone but the lack of understanding leads to false truths, lies embedded in something as simple as a Disney movie. One of my first college papers had to do with the evil of Disney, so my sons grew up on Veggie Tales. Discovering the truth takes deep digging. Vaccinations were intended to help man but now they are a game of profit. Leading to lifetime customers. The best antibiotics are found in honey. The one thing governments tell us not to give our children. The bee goes out to gather the goodness of the earth and in turn make the only edible that never decays and is edible forever. Why no one is doing a study on the capacities of honey as a natural antibiotic will no longer be a question, it will happen. The one land in America where it is sovereign is native land, this is where hemp fields will be planted, revolutionizing the textile and fuel industry and in turn healing the land of toxins. You will never receive the answers unless you ask the questions. I have so much to learn and experience as all of us do. But my mind is made beautiful through Jesus, just as my heart is.

All trees are the tree of life.

IMG_1341In the dead of winter while most are not looking, not paying attention, new life is forming and patiently waiting for spring to arrive. The buds of new leaves form without recognition and secretly await the new season, only to give life for a season and then lay waste to the ground. It is on the ground then that the leaves continue in lifeless work giving nutrients to the earth for the next season. Each tree is the tree of life with each branch rising to it’s own accord but a live branch always reaches for the heavens using the rays of the sun to endure. The roots of a forest entangle with each other, one uprooted tree will cause many to uproot in time, weakening the root of those around it. Each leaf has a purpose for its season to give the tree the ills of the air to be purified and in exchange given the breath of life. Even in death the tree served its purpose in the form of paper, cabinetry or a source of heat. It takes lifetimes for trees to form to become effective purifiers of the air. There is the seed bearing leaf that was a gift to man to be used as textile, fuel and a means to pull toxins from the ground. The best designs are found in nature and cannot be replicated by man. Why run to a lab only to recreate that what is already perfectly created? Causing pollutants and in turn killing the earth a slow intended death. As long as the earth endures we will endure in God’s good graces. It is up to each individual to do their part by being informed consumers. Your vote is what you choose to eat. Pesticides are the cause of most ailments today we do not have the time to prove this we need to act now. Vote with your hard earned income on what is good. Organic is good. Everything we need as a human race is provided for free, it is the lack of giving where corruption and greed for those who already have enough only wanting more. More more more and soon there will be nothing to take. Our Earth is dying, man is at fault, but there is hope in the actions of every day people who feed the bellies of the ultra rich gobbers. Gobbling away instead of working for restoration they are seeking to destroy all life but their own. We the people we are the change we are the sway of the changing times. It is time.


When the leaders of nations blindly lead the blind that is no longer leadership. A leader is not over powering he is empowering creating more and more leaders to help in leadership positions. Governments and courts that no longer have their pupils in their best interest, instead heed the interests of billion dollar corporations, it is no longer a government for the people and it is up to the people to peacefully vote out the corruption. The face of the top position is just a face, the true corruption lies in the house of many people who are bought. When a man is in a position of authority and takes advantage of any person in a lewd sexual manner they do not belong in that position. If they cannot be a moral compass to ones self how then are the people treated? As a daughter’s heart is a reflection of her mother’s heart so a man’s brain is a reflection of his father’s. Be kind be gentle because we cannot rewind time but we can build a better future for our children’s children’s children.

The Spirit of the Wild Mustang

IMG_6900Some of the most powerful war horses took a lot of breaking in. The native people of America knew to be patient with disobedient horses because once tamed, the hardest horse to break in was a gift to the chief. Patience. Oh how I lack patience, but He is patient. Anything that I lack, God will provide. It could be in the form of a song, a smile from a stranger or the beauty He paints each day in the sky for all to see.

Battle wounds were well taken care of on the chiefs war horse, the more wounds the fiercer the horse and the more willing to go to battle. When a bone is broken, they say it heals to be a stronger bone, harder to break. When a Spirit is broken only Jesus can restore it. When you break the spirit of a child, it may take a lifetime for that child’s spirit to be restored. We pray for restoration.

The war cries were not only heard, they were felt down to the bone where all the spirits were restored in unison. It is a Spirit of love, to defend what is sacred, noble and honest. When your bones are healing and your spirit feels broken, remember you are loved. Only when that what they loved was threatened was there the need for war. The indigenous people of America were not war hungry, in fact, they were peaceful as long as territories were respected. Only the greed for more led to war.

For those with a colorful past, do those array of colors not make you more beautiful? When the butterfly emerges from its cocoon, do you think it had a choice?



The gun control issue can be solved through a book idea I have had for a long time. Man will always need a weapon to feel safe, to feel that they are capable of protecting themselves. It’s not the weapon that needs to change, it’s a revolutionary idea of changing the ammunition from lethal to tranquil. Giving the option to subdue rather than destroy. As far as our way of life goes, hunting our own animals for our sustenance, that could be done like the days of old if you feel that is your lot in life. I will be an amazing archer one day when I have a daughter. We will have an amazing world together only because God is my world, Jesus is my everything and I don’t ever feel I need protection because He is my protector and there is nothing on this world more powerful than Jesus. IMG_6917