John Longbow shared a link.
BREAKING NEWS, guys.
The Federal Government just stepped in to halt pipeline construction in North Dakota amidst Standing Rock Sioux tribe opposition.
John Longbow shared a link.
BREAKING NEWS, guys.
The Federal Government just stepped in to halt pipeline construction in North Dakota amidst Standing Rock Sioux tribe opposition.
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There are many people out there sharing the very same visions but for what ever reason they are just not connecting. A real part of prophecy was that all you boneheads would have the opportunity to know the truth and ultimately the key to surviving the end this era of stupid. But it was also prophesied many would not buy into any prophetic works and gleefully march to their own demise. Go figure…
Living in the era of weaponized religion; the paradigm shift from dogmatic and ideological principals to a mere Pavlovian Pet Trick Culture that transformed a budding civilization into a seamy blue movie. We kill in the name of G*D so that ought to account for something right? Killing in the name of any religion was also prophesied as the watermark of evils dominion over humanity write with religious charlatans with educated lies.
You know what us Natives do during this era? Well my cousin Victor called me up the other day to remind me of our Pow Wow back home on Der Rez. As a sidebar to our conversation he mentioned the time of change and what was happening out there in ‘The World of Veho’. We discussed the climate, humanity and the universe then busted out laughing since no one ‘gets it’.
Yeah, for us old buzzards it is darkly funny that all these educated people can’t see the obvious nor do their so called religious icons. Aren’t these guys supposed to be G*D’s spokesmen or something like that? What exactly do they do anyway other than spawn guilt to fill offering plates and influence votes which I thought was unethical. Come on boys and girls, time is running out now and you really need to get your spiritual acts together because you are on your own.
For all the gibberish that comes out of the mouths of religious leaders these days you’d think they would offer more direction as the world spirals downward morally speaking. The very crescendo of their religious dogma is being blown off in favor of political tomfoolery which will be meaningless in the long run. Man has his sight set on a one world government but Ma Earth has other plans in spite of man and their false G*D’s arrogance. You will see, mark my words because this is not the first time.
You best scurry on over to your sacred book, beads or what ever floats your spiritual canoe and figure it out before the spirit-world really gets busy on this side of existence. You know there are many levels of existence right? And you are wise to good and bad spirits, right? You can say yes all you want but as this level of existence interfaces more with the other side you had better know these differences or you are screwed. Dumber yet, you may be praying to an ancient wino. G*D named Vino Di Rotgute’, lol.
Funny how parables of old take on new and greater meaning as modern man smugly prances the same failed path as other fallen empires before them. The sad part is us bottom feeders get to enjoy this dark and fetid ride with these douche bags. This is where that ‘turning the blind eye’ deal comes in, capice? We knew of the atrocities being committed against workers globally by corporations to give us cheap goods. But we turned an deaf ear and the list goes on from there. Dare we mention oil? Shame on us.
Do you know who corporations are? They are not some secret group of people living in secluded mansions with security guards everywhere. Oh no, the vast majority of corporations are your next door neighbors, the very share holders who allowing corporations to kill indigenous people for their land and natural resources, so Joe’s iPhone rocks out to Beethoven when it rings. They are directly profiting from corporations repugnant murderous behavior against innocent people globally, and it’s you and I.
According to real prophecy there is no free ride and Ma Earth is destined to kick some major ass before this decade is through. People look to some religious short cut in an effort to dodge their fate but the buck stops here. People need to realize Ma Earth was created with these cycles of change and rebirth as well as the universe. The fact Ma Earth was created with this cycle means the Creator will not interfere with a cycle that was intentionally created.
One of the biggest signs of all is betrayal and deception. This was destined to permeate society in general. The weak minded & spiritually lost would flounder in pettiness and temptation as evil reigns in it’s final days of glory. The spiritually empty will simply lie, steal & cheat from loved ones and trusted friends with no regard or concerns in the finals days of this era of hate. They will act as if they did nothing wrong but curse G*D when their toll is due. So buyer beware, the show has only begun.
Visions and prophecies from around the world foretold this darkened phenomena so this should not be a news flash. But in a world where people only dress for religion, details of this era are ignored do to inconvenience. Man’s false G*D is not immune to the plight man must face because he is not a G*D of any kind. He’s Just a terrestrial douche bag with fancy toys. Come on boys and girls, surely you are not that lame. Guess the $64 question should be; ‘Why was man exempt from knowledge of Space dudes?’
Poor guys never were taught or made aware of the star people or the fact there were good and bad space guys, not G*D’s. But as we enter the next Ice Age all of this will become meaningless for true survival will soon take center stage as the prophesied end of technology comes to pass. If you want a glimpse of the future, just take a snapshot of life during a power outage but multiply it by 365 days and voila, now you know what to prepare for. Our terrestrial guests will be toast as well.
Funny how the media managed to completely discount the prophetic aspects of change other than lame Space G*D nonsense where folks believe space dudes are G*D’s, holay! From a native perspective you might as well pray and honor the Fuller Brush Man as your next G*D if you actually believe some dork from space is a G*D. Save your time & tidings and you might get a free brush out of the deal. Course, there always is the Amway G*D and they have some cool shower stuff in their heaven.
Bottom line; we (Earth Guy, Fake G*D & Associates) are going to have one Gehenna of a ride if you are not already in the front seat boys and girls. Ironically the homeless and bag people of the globe are already prepared for the future and we share their destiny so take notes. But for us indigenous types it means we will finally be free at last and can live like man was intended, not as dictated by Wall-Street and the criminals elite. Modern Society is Slave Labor Personified and Stockholders are the Overseers.
I have extra lodge poles if you need any homeboy. Within my culture, we are as eager as a bear in honey for this show to get on the road eh. Well, I can only speak for my people back in Oklahoma because we share the same oral traditions, visions and prophecies. We ‘get it’, so do other indigenous tribal people from around the world and they come in all colors, so toss the race card stupid. Visions and prophecies were never meant to be kept secret in the first place.
Yup, living in the era of great prophecies does suck in many ways since the loss of creature comforts and all these gadgets will put a great big twist in every ones boxers for sure, me included. Gawd, I dread going back to the old ‘changing bag’ and all that rot, provided that technology is even around, including me. But the good thing whether I survived or not is the fact the war being waged by elitists against the citizens of the world in an epic depopulation ploy will mark the Empire’s demise.
But then, the real struggle for survival will begin. You had better have your seal skin boxers and your mukluks on because when Ma Earth is done being foonja, the next Ice Age will begin. The ‘master plan’ will be the least of humanities concerns. Like I said, our issues of today, as overwhelming as they may seem, will be a fond memory whence the realities of this cycle change comes back into focus. The further we pull away from the last cycle, the more pronounced the change will become, period.
From my tribes perspective prophecy has not changed since the time ‘Sweet Medicine’ told my people of their, ways, journey and what the future had in store for mankind. Our oral tradition has been consistent for millenniums with no re-writes for political correctness es sake. Now the president of the United States warned his citizens to be prepared for an emergency. In light of the rash of natural disasters, this warning comes years too late for many citizens
It does not matter who or what started the Earth’s Change because the math is petty. If man started it by their meddling with weather etc, Ma Earth will end it and place humanity in it’s place, terrestrial Butt Crack G*D and all. If Ma Earth simply began her ‘season’ as foretold within my tradition, man and his Butt Crack Fake G*D are screwed. There is no turning back the clock in mankind’s destiny for it is engraved in stone. Besides, the change already began, sorry you missed it, oh well.
Talk all you want about modern technology and the brightness of world leaders and their puppet scientists who have lost all credibility in the REAL world of science. Humanity is fast coming full circle and if you don’t know what that means, I really don’t have the time to school you at this juncture in time. You already have a stack of sacred books and teachings from other prophetic teachers within your doctrines that speak of these times already. So why are you ignoring them as well? Stupid!
Man and his ‘secret’ friend are only fudging with nature & weather and the consequences for their meddling will backfire in the worst way, that’s the future. Living in THE time of prophecy really does suck because it’s like witnessing a head on collision from the other side of the road. You know they are going to crash big time but you are powerless to do anything about it, right up to the very last second before impact.
All we need now is a cheesy 70’s style ending where mankind is doing everything in slow motion while the end comes racing up to their boot straps. For many people this will be that Armageddon deal for others it will be the liberation of the human spirit over evil. But for my people, it’s just a part of Ma Earth’s cycle of cleansing and it’s a welcome relief to know this era of lies, slavery and greed will soon be done.
Yup, you had better be prepared for the worst because ‘you ain’t seen nothing yet baby’. When the procurators of greed and hate realize they were duped, for millenniums, it will already be too late. Fact is, it is already too late to do anything other than ‘brace for impact, brace for impact, brace for impact’. The US president urged everyone to be prepared for disaster and have 3 days provisions. Something is up and you had better heed his warning, BIG TIME.
Fact is you will need a good week or more of basic gear and if the event is the cataclysmic one that eliminates technology, you better have gear for long term survival. You know, a skinning knife, means to make fire, ways to purify water or at the very least, knowledge in the art of survival and basic camping skills.
Don’t laugh, there are millions and millions of people who never stepped outside of the grid and the only Colman they know is a short black actor, not cooking stoves and camping supplies. Look all around you. Who will be the most vulnerable if crisis strikes? What kinds of medications will be needed and the risks if there are no more pharmacies open? Who will soon die if they don’t get dialysis or insulin? A lot on one plate? That ain’t the half of it.
Yes It Sucks Living In Prophetic Times.
But for me it’s poetry in motion, you know;
“What Comes Around Goes Around”
Since I hale from the ‘Dog Nation’ (Cheyenne) I like to say;
“Every Dog Has His Day”
Pee’s on your carpet…
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Without any cure in sight or anyone really giving a flying crappola about PTSD, servicemen and women are forced to live lives likened to a horror movie, every single day of their lives. Within the Native community PTSD has become a cottage industry for social workers. Street kids roam in perpetual trauma in an underworld filled with death. What goes through their minds?
Well being the unofficial poster-boy for PTSD and that I’ve just come out of an episode, this is your lucky day boys and girls since I’m going to give you a live action report on what goes through my mind anyway, when a PTSD event occurs. Mind you, this is going to be graphic and filled with expletives directly associated with a traumatic event since I do go off on the subject and there is no other way to describe an event other than it’s raw reality. I can already feel the anxiety…
Ironically there are more people who suffer PTSD that professionals within the field can possibly address for funding is nearly nonexistent. Many folks are left to fend for themselves until they make the front page and get labeled ISIS for political purposes or simply hidden in jails across the country like other people with mental disorders. Everyone has experienced a traumatic event to some degree and not all people respond to the same stimuli as others.
Though I say that I can eat a cannoli while sitting on a stack of ‘stiffs’ and I can, I’m only over compensating in reality. Granted it would not be the most quaint setting to eat a fresh cannoli but there are others who would also dip the cannoli in the human gravy. Talk about GMO, humans are loaded and another reason not to be a cannibal. At least check the liver first, gads do I have to teach you everything? You know, ‘spots bad’.
To me over compensating is when I try to make light of an absolutely grotesque situation in order to retain my sanity over the brutality of it’s reality. In other words, I fake not being physically and emotionally troubled by the sight of human remains in a state of total disembowelment with body parts scattered like toy dolls in the sand box. And all that human gravy (blood, intestinal discharge etc)
Yeah, I thought that was kind of disturbing since you could smell crap still dripping out of a disemboweled string of ‘noodles’ (intestines), man that stinks in a funny way. Guess it’s all them juices that make crap smell different than when it’s expelled normally. But you know something, only a person who had the joy of smelling another humans innards could possibly know what I am taking about. And the pleasure it’s memory brings when something else similarly fetid enters our olfactory. Some call it a trigger, I call it a walk down memory lane, how special.
Exposed digestive juices mixed with partially digested food in the intestine smells different than normal fecal matter. Gross huh, but anyone who has experienced this will have a ‘moment’ when a similar smell enters his/her nasal passage. “Wow man, that smells like bad shit”. To non traumatized people crap is crap and it all gets flushed away in the toilet, how pretty as far as shit goes anyway. I’m sounding more like the late great George Carlin eh…Oh Shit!
The smell of a gut injury always means trauma of some kind whether it’s from violence or an accident, gut shiza spells death and dying and there is a garden variety of smells associated with different traumatic events. Knife fights are good for intestinal dripping like I mentioned in the beginning where you have a string of noodles with fecal matter in various states of digestion. Included are a variety of digestive juices intermingling giving it a more chemical aroma that distinctly smells of death, not to be confused by the unique smell of rotting humans.
My particular PTSD takes me to many places I really don’t like to go and even a slight hint of a smell can send me into fight or flight mode in an instant, no thinking about it, just the adversarial aspect of survival. How intense is this feeling? At that instant, I would be frightened enough to kill you because I don’t want to die. I’m not much on flight and that explains my punctures and gash’s. Don’t you just hate it when someone tries to cut you open or simply startle you?
It’s a moment, a flash or millisecond when I react making an evasive action, I am preparing to kill you and anyone else in my way by any means possible, and I can be creative, to survive by the time turn and focus my eyes on my target it’s that fast. I will gut you like a fish because I am scared to death, ah that funny smell again. I don’t play grab ass nor do I touch or like to be touched unexpectedly like so many of us. In my case I think it has something to do with being tortured, beaten and actually left for dead. I prudishly have an aversion to that for some reason.
You know how street kids are, running around all times of the day and night bumming spare change, no where to go, nothing to do, just live in a good dumpster, I had a good one to. And I’m not tellen where it was, just in case you know. Once you’ve lived on the streets you always keep an eye on where you could live or stash. A group of dumpsters is a condo you know. Where the street elite reside in comfort.
Now that would make a good reality show, ‘Survival in The Land of Milk & Honey’. I could take you on a tour of where I lived as a kid and how I peeled ‘the good stuff’ off of rancid maggot covered meat, mmmm scrumptious, were is Bear Gryles? I could even take you to our ‘secret place’ where homeless kids gathered and told of the rich perverts who would stick things up kids asses and of kids who simply disappeared and this was the 60’s. Street kids are a pedophiles paradise. Sadly Prime-time would be out of the question. But there is always cable.
What really takes me to the fringes of sanity is my early childhood. Have you ever seen a fire boat in the harbor firing off all it’s water cannons at some ship launching, water squirting out in defined streams in every direction? Well thats what a little old man looked like after being whacked in a robbery I believe, I was only 6 at the time.
It was my first year living in the Big City. I used to go downtown with me mum and I would always walk past a haberdashery where this old man would always give me a piece of red rock candy. Only this time, I got more than I ever imagined because I came into his store, and like they say, I could still smell the death in the room like it was today. Poor ole guy was squirting blood and gurgling as his arms and legs twitched, no candy.
Later in life I had the golden opportunity to experience things that far outweighed and out gored the site of a old man bleeding to death in his final throws of life. It still freaks me out for no other reason than it was my first time I experiences a human body fucked up and fucked up big time. The worst thing I ever saw before that was Popeye struggling to open his can of spinach, open, open OPEN!!!
Dare I mention my sortie on the streets during a traumatic but really sad moment in my young life I accidentally ate a piece of my buddy’s brain? I did and I am guilty as charged though I did not intend to munch on his brain like some elitist cults do to this day. It was the usual scene, my homeboy was shot in the head. I mean the top of his head was gone and I could look into his head with an eye ball stew in the bottom where I think the neck connected since I saw the tongue. What did I know, I was just a sidewalk commando.
I was sniveling,wiping tears away as his head oozed with juice and tiny morsels of tissue, then some splashed into my mouth. I wiped it clean but accidentally licked my chops and down it went. Think there was some skull fragments mixed with blood and that squiggly buger-textured brain matter. Hmm, maybe it was a buger, it was salty. No telling what it was since the inside of his head looked more like a soup bowl when I got his gravy splashed on my face. Don’t think I ever wrote about this before.
This was not a biology class so it could have been a epiglottis and eye ball stew with tongue meat for all I knew. Guess after a few gun/knife fights, bombings, turf wars and pure evil mustered from the darkness of revenge you’d think the site of some old buzzard twitching and bleeding to death would not be so traumatizing to this day. I better watch what I say or every grease-ball that had an attitude with me will chasing me down with a dying old man squirting blood everywhere. Gawd, I hate that…..
Well now you know my Achilles Tendon for that still strikes fear in me and I wake up screaming at the top of my lung because ‘I am witnessing this death through the eyes of a six year old kid’, not a street savvy cannoli eating goon or former fist responder. Will I ever get over it? No, now that I outlived Methuselah there is no question I will never get over the sight of this kind old man who gave me candy dying right before my very eyes.
Just the thought of it as I write gives me a rush of emotions I can’t hardly describe. Weird I can still muster a tear for that old man but everything else, is just business, except for the death of my daughter, that was totally fucked up. Yup, that one still burns all right. Mother fucking son of a bitch that one still burns and it burns deep to. Sucks but thats how it goes with PTSD, your brain flies around thinking up all sorts of shit you really don’t want to think about. On a side bar, I dug her grave by hand on a hillside overlooking the Rocky’s.
You know, that brain did not taste bad even with bone, blood and indistinguishable human matter in the soup. It was not my intention to consume my friends brain in part or the center piece of the evening meal. With the usual seasonings it would most likely have tasted like any store bought brains and probably taste good with eggs and roasted garlic, hmm. But in this case, no I only tasted a small portion, not enough to count. A chefs taste, if you will. Just enough to tell if there was enough seasoning and there you have it.
Sounds cold blooded huh, but PTSD has an intense energy that digs deep and decisive on the subject at hand and thats the tricky part. A colleague of mine with whom we share many traits reminded me of how she utilizes with her enormous energy and it is really quite simple once you get the hang of it. Apply that energy in a productive way. I know she is absolutely right for I have applied that technique myself. Easy for me to say now but not a few hours ago, but I’m back in my pen now, gnawing on a femur.
Why do I have visions of a crowd of villagers coming up a mountain path towards my adobe shack with torches and a dying old man on a stick bleeding like a fountain? People for miles around chanting, “The Ogre Must Go! The Ogre Must Go! The Ogre Must Go!”
Wheres me donkey?!?
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