Shaman Wisdom #127

Spirit Guide Reading for Today

 

I was recently entertained by a fifty episode Mexican Telenova soap opera. It was full of low integrity 3D angst and high drama. Jealousy. Blame. Deception. Lies. Then when I watch the news of the US Presidential (the word that comes to mind is nonsense) election, it’s apparent to me that it’s the same but different low integrity 3D blame, deception, lies and high drama. Nothing less than a convoluted political soap opera; one which could quite literally turn into a bloody Civil War. For all the reasons I strive to remain in High Integrity, all that 3D drama isn’t mine. I’m a Light Worker. A guide to the 5th Dimension of Reality; to love and light. I am a reincarnated Atlantian High Priest, Keeper of the Crystals. A Way Shower to the rewards of living in Higher Consciousness. 

I have been doing these Element Tarot readings for 35 years. Because the intention is to connect a person directly to their Spirit Guides, almost every one of the thousands of readings have been right on, addressing whatever is going on in the persons life at that time. He is an example of a reading, the one I gave myself this morning. Keep in mind that the cards are shuffled and picked at random. I simply asked my Spirit Guides what I need to know about myself at this time, and they in no time and space, put the cards in the correct order. Keep in mind there are cards like Chaos, Disruption, Unknown, Decrease and so on. Here you will see that the cards are all aligned in addressing my life. There is really no need for interpretation. 

Me: 

THE TEACHER: Giving of yourself in a way that guides and instructs others. Transmitting information or energy that is helpful to or needed by others. Willingness to surrender in heart and mind to anothers’ teachings. Gaining experiences and resources necessary to teach others through words or actions. 

Situation:  (the issue I’m addressing in this reading)

POTENTIAL: Unmanifest, but inherent. Dormancy. Unexplored potential.

Past influences to Potential: 

SPIRITUAL DIMENSIONS: Inner planes. Experience of other dimensions. Channeling. Communication with higher forces. Psychic powers. 

Current influences to Potential: 

EXPANSION: Higher consciousness. Any process that brings more space, happiness or ease into your life. Potential for rapid growth and attainment. The returning of the fruits of your mind and actions. Also unfulfilled desire. Karma. 

Direction Heading: 

RAM: Spiritual warrior. Empowerment of the human self through the divine. Being undistracted by illusion, Living the truth.

Test: 

INTEGRATION: Consolidating experiences and revelations within the conscious mind. Bringing together and synthesizing all elements at work in your life. Contentment with what you have and who you are. Satisfaction, thankfulness.

Teaching:

GUARDIAN: Guidance and support from other people and spiritual beings. Guardian angel.

Probable Outcome:

CHRIST: Selfless service from a context of truth and dispassion. Forgiveness. Presence of Christ. Humility. 

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Shaman Wisdom #126

My Father Bill Allison, an ex Army Officer, Republican, patriotic American re: 2002

 

My Opinion of USA politics following the election November 2020

 

My goodness – the energy of all this political turmoil has exhausted me. I want to keep sleeping, hoping to wake up and its all gone away. I empathically feel a depression cloud hovering over the US. Like there is a mass deception (Lie) blanketing the earth but nobody is allowed to accept the truth. I believe the message from the Sirian Adronis (click on link below) is true; that there is nothing we can do about all this but sit back and observe. This has to play out, with a much different outcome than 99% of the people would have imagined. I pray that the Light of Love shines down on this earth for a bloodless transition into the Golden Age.

 
It’s most important to have an open-minded over-view to what’s going on with the political Right and Left. The Left thinks Trump is a Nazi who is creating a fascist state which will control the lives of all the American people, and the Right think Biden is a puppet of a New World Order that will also control the lives of all the American people. Each side’s leader’s loyal people, their obedient and self-righteous minions, is who will ultimately lead us to war.
 
The Left, in support of Socialism, has shown us what they have in store with BLM and Antifa. The Right is silently engaging hundreds of Militia and All-American good ‘ol boys with weapons, all ready to defend the American dream. There is a reported divided Military, who could take up arms for either side. Both sides intuitively know there is an agenda to enslaves the people, thinking that the other party, Trump’s or Biden’s, is the culprit. They’re both correct, not about one candidate or the other, but about the political elitist historical need to control and subjugate the masses.
 
It’s a scary reality that both sides are prepared to fight to keep their version of controlled enslavement from happening. We are witnessing the lead-up to a Civil War, which will begin whenever the final decision on who will be president is official. If it happens, ten’s of thousands may die.
 
In present time, the Trump followers are correct in wanting a fair election. The Trump haters, like my neighbor, think Trump people are delusional about voter fraud, when they say the winner of the election hasn’t been officially decided. The fact remains that the Electoral College meets in December, to officially declare the winner.  All the anti-Trump Democrats discount logical reality. As do all people on both sides, when motivated by their agenda, thinking that fighting a civil war will solve anything.  
 
As an Authentic person, I want to see an authentic sane resolution/outcome, regarding whatever is presented before us. When educated only by biased Main Stream Media, programmed people aren’t capable of making rational decisions regarding what’s best for the good of all. To me the choice is obvious – neither Trump or Biden, neither agenda, is better for the good of all. 
 
 
My truth is that Donald Trump is a messiah-complexed Narcissist who believes his view of God and Country is the only possible solution for the good of all. His “all” apparently doesn’t include the Earth. His agenda defiles/destroys Gaia Mother Earth with continued drilling for fossil fuels, fracking, chemtrails, nuclear testing, 5G and HAARP, poisoning our food and water with toxic GMO’s. glyphosate, and other petrochemicals, contending it’s all okay. Good for business. At the same time, Joe Biden is a senile old man who is merely a puppet of the Dark Cabals who have an ultimate goal of a New World Order of 13,000 chosen elite people, living in luxury, served by 500,000,000 brainwashed humans; which means that 7 billion people must die, through one form of genocide or another. I had to contend that Trump was the better of the two evil choices.
 
I think that very soon the garbage from both sides will begin to fly in the media and it will become a juvenile polarization fight. Trump’s side will attempt to prove the corruption of Biden, and the Biden people will air Trump’s dirty laundry. It will be a shit show, emotionally engaging the 10’s of millions of sheep on each side who have already chosen their Savior, no matter what.
 
Trump and Biden are two sides of the same coin, both corrupted. They’re engaged in the age old Machiavellian game of divide and conquer where the people on both sides will lose, while the elitist, the so-called chosen ones, will remain rich and powerful.  
 
 
No matter what position they hold, the Trump and Biden camps are sucking the people of the world into (truly unnecessary) high drama. We’re being confronted with the low level, low integrity, 3D decision of who will lead (control) us as our Savior. Truth is neither Trump or Biden can even remotely assume that role for all the people. Only an enlightened wise unbiased person, or a committee of neutral leaders, possibly the Supreme Court, with the very best interest in humanity in mind, can lead us forward in this time of transition into the New Aquarian Age. I hope Adronis is right and it will come to that.
 

Adronis: 2021 – The Year of Transition & The Point of No Return

nhttps://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=adronis

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Shaman Wisdom #125

David Dakan Allison as a Lightworker in 1969

 

Who Am I?

(continued)

 

You know, there is a part of me that thinks I’m just some old man living isolated outside of a small town in Mexico, like a feather in the wind somewhere, just being here, apparently doing just about nothing. So, what good am I?

And then I realize that I have been called on to evolve from those limiting thoughts, from my doubts and fears, from confusion regarding the ethereal, metaphysical, other-worldly “arguable ideas and concepts,” from the mental gymnastics about whether entertaining a questionable phenomena of multi-dimensions is worthwhile, challenged by smart people who’ll contend that maybe it really is all a bunch of bullshit . . .

. . . and anchor myself into the reality of “I am what I say I am!” That THIS IS MY TRUTH, so fuck you (including my monkey mind) if you can’t accept MY REALITY with the respect it truly deserves.

I am the Highway Shaman, a High Priest Crystal Keeper, a soul Immortal Lightworker and Way Shower, having served the evolution of humanity for eons of time, in the Pileaides, to Atlantis, to countless lives on Gaia Earth since the great flood 13,000 years ago. And screw anyone who tells me I’m not that.

I am equally as valuable in this life, in this here and now moment, as I have ever been in all my countless lifetimes! So be it.

There are so many great passages in the “Atlantis Rising” book, and this one hits the nail on the head. 

“You can see why we are forever reminding you how every thought affects the entirety, and why it is so absolutely important that each of you learn to stay centered, calm, and peaceful in the wake of the changes taking place around you. Your centeredness, you understand, resonates as a certain frequency that moves upon the cosmic sea as waves, and those very waves can be “surfed” by those around you. Connecting with each other in this way, you sense the energies of the other there, out on the oceans of cosmic mind. You spread the light of love out onto other dimensions and other planes, there where the Light Ones of many worlds experience the radiance of your heart song. You create a peaceful, harmonious reality, where all is in balance and that vibration extends endlessly outward to the heavens and inward, down to the very subatomic particles which form the basic structure of your being.”

This resonates to me as truth. So yes okay I am a most powerful butterfly spreading love from my little home in Mexico. Calm, in peace, on purpose. Hurray!!!

 
 
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Shaman Wisdom #124

WHO AM I?

 

For the past seven months, while in isolation, I’ve indulged in 3D drama. I’ve watched a couple very long Mexican telenova soup operas, steeped in drama, and have followed Donald Trump, in an attempt to fully understand what he’s up to. This, together with what I hear from the far Left, it’s all high 3D drama. For some reason I needed to play out my indulgence; to get my fill of 3D nonsense, before I could move on.

Back in my twenties, many years ago, I was told, I accepted, that I was a High Priest, Keeper the Crystals, during the last days of Atlantis, 13,000 years ago. I’ve always loved crystals and wished I could afford to buy more. At this moment I have a two inch quartz crystal on my chest.
 
 
All my life I’ve known that everything has meaning. I was a brother to a Druid Priestess for many years until she passed on. For untold centuries after Atlantis, these Druid women were the Keepers of  Crystals. We resonated to that frequency.
 
My official name in this life reflects that I am a High Priest, a Keeper of the Crystals:  David = Beloved, Bailey = Keeper,  Allison – All I Son; son of God; the Light of the World. I am the Beloved Keeper of the Light. 
 
Many wish to discount Atlantis, that it’s a myth, but it was indeed a real continent, a grand civilization that lasted 100,000 years, that sank to the bottom of the ocean 13,000 years ago .
 
Before that time, the Earth was the most renown Garden of the Universe. There was nothing like it anywhere; this blue/green ball, illuminated by the sun Ra.
 
 
 
Nebiru is a planet which would rotate into the Sun’s orbit once every 3,600 years. They used this earth and Mars to harvest minerals to sustain their life in orbit. The Annunaki is the advanced civilization of Nebiru. They had discovered the earth long before Atlantis and their advance genealogists interbred in vitro with the earth’s homo sapiens, taking away 10 of their 12 strands of DNA, (their innate power) thus creating a slave race and mentality. The Annunaki’s visit to Atlantis 13,000 years ago led to the end of the world at that time. The philosophy they programmed to the Atlantan people, parallels with where we are today, with Illuminati  Main Stream News brainwashing.
 
In the final century of Atlantis, the Annunaki installed a dark priesthood, who set it upon themselves to destroy the peaceful loving Atlantian way of life, to take control of that world for personal gain. This dark priesthood is the same as the Satanic Illuminati that we have today, those who control the media and so on; setting themselves up to take over our world with a New World Order, still and finally intending to establish a lasting slave race and mentality.
 
The Annunaki’s set up the misuse of crystal technology in Atlantis, destabilizing a most loving frequency, as well as defiling sacred beliefs and polluting the land. They destroyed the Ozone layer, which ultimately led to Mother Gaia having no choice but to cleanse the earth; to start over, resulting in the great flood and the sinking of Atlantis deep into the Atlantic Ocean. 
 
So today we have two scenarios playing out at the same time in our political arena. Biden is aligned with the Dark controllers wanting to finalize what the Annunaki set up in Atlantis; their control of a one Government New World Order. And Trump, who by ignoring, not believing there’s a fragile Ozone layer, insists on polluting the earth with fossil fuels; oil, fracking, coal and methane producing cows. He is (blindly?) leading us to another Atlantis “end of the world” situation. His “brilliant” intelligence is actually ignorance. Worth paying attention to.
 
Anyway, together the Left and the Right in the US political arena are doing what the Dark Priests did in Atlantis 13,000 years ago. They are destroying our world. They are the two sides of the same coin.
 
Also, the Annanaki destroyed Mars, which was previously habitable. In their future 3,600 year cycles they guided the Egypyian pharaohs on how to use power. They set a pattern for rulers to control and hoard money, control and manipulate everyone, to act like Gods, which continued through the European dynasties, even up until today. 
 
Donald Trump is like a Pharaoh who “will build a better world for the people,” because that dialogue works, and Biden is like the Dark Priest who will encourage the manipulation of the people into doing the will of his controllers.
 
The confusing irony is that the New Green Deal, the end of the use of fossil fuels, which the far Left wants, is much needed to protect our fragile Ozone layer. Somehow the Dark Forces know they can’t go as far as the Annunaki did with Atlantis; hastening the end of the world. At the same time, half the people are charmed by Trumps “for the people” spiel. They are not paying attention, that maybe this earth really does need to embrace renewable energy, which is how the Crystals powered Atlantis, until the Dark Forces set out to silence the priesthood of Crystal Keepers.
 
I now recognize my historical fear karma; if I talk about how Crystals can be used to power and  heal the world, I will die. But this is no longer true.
 
I think at this moment in time, Trump is the lesser of two evils, in that he is trying to unite the people with love and cooperation, whereas Biden is obviously corrupt, doing the bidding of the money controlling Lords of Darkness. He won’t last long if elected. If Trump were actually enlightened, he would know that saving the Earth is now way more important than getting the employment numbers up.
 
Trump is out to save the world from the Dark Forces, or so it seems, and Biden’s Dark Forces are out to save the world from total annihilation. hmm
 
In conclusion, we are now revisiting and playing out the Atlantis “end of the world” drama. I certainly hope not in my lifetime. And yet there is no death.
 
 
 
Years ago I was ordained an Earth Steward, a Crystal Keeper of the Light, so my job today is simple – as a Priest I will send healing love and light to Everyone on this earth, praying for a solution that will not only empower ALL the people but save Mother Gaia Earth.
 
ah so

 

Covid

btw – Jon Rappaport is right that Covid was a plot by the Dark Forces to kill off a lot of people. It just wasn’t as deadly as they hoped it would be. Trump was complicit with this hoax, in that, because of his savior complex, he sacrificed valid medical research in favor of his egotistic need to put on a show where he would win. He could have stopped it dead in its tracts.Scientific fact would have concluded that Dr. Ferguson and Dr. Fauci were wrong that it would kill 2 million in the USA. Science would have convinced the world that Covid was nothing but a highly contagious common flu; to let it come, no shutdowns, and it would soon pass. It was never a pandemic. But Trump fed into the drama by surrendering to the madness.

A very important statistic: Since the pandemic began in February, death rates of the non-covid flu and pneumonia have gone way down. Every years – the past five years – an average of 2.8 million people die in the USA from one thing or another. Projecting the monthly average of deaths to November and December 2020, 2.8 million people will die in 2020. If Covid19 were left alone, no shutdowns and masks, 2.8 million still would have died, which is shown in the chart above – a 99.9% to 99.7% survival rate under 60. Over 60 people die of all sorts of aging complications.

 
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Shaman Wisdom #123

Photo of a Plains Indian in 1876 – the time of my story

 

Chapter Three

 

“Runnin’ bear loved little white dove with a love big as the sky

Runnin’ bear loved little white dove with a love that couldn’t die”

 

Saturday morning, present time: In the midst of all the clatter, chatter and noise of the busy cafe, Lucky stares out his rain-struck window, closes his eyes and drifts into a daydream:

Late June, 1876

Grandfather Wolf Eyes adds chaparral, and his best tobacco, to the fire. Sparks and embers rise up like tiny stars in the darkened tipi. Settling on his buffalo blanket, bare-chested on this humid night, he closes his eyes and asks for a vision of his godson Two Crows.

In the open prairie, silhouetted by a full moon, he sees Two Crows hunched over, his stomach on the horse’s bare back. It takes all the warrior’s willpower to not fall off; to keep riding. Grandfather knows, the way a seer knows, that Two Crows will make it here this very night. Seeing the hawk in the sky above, he is reassured.

Wolf Eyes stands up and walks to the neighboring tipi of Sits-in-the-Sun, the woman who feeds him, and asks her to summon White Feather; to be ready to help her husband, who had been shot. Two Crows would be near death, after riding several days from the Crow territory. White Feather cries in fear and in joy, that she will soon be seeing her beloved.

Its past midnight when Two Crows arrives, just as Grandfather foresaw. He was smart enough to wear black moccasins, to be recognized as a Blackfeet. The two night guards carry him to the tipi of a deceased warrior where Sits-in-the-Sun and White Feather are waiting. They gently lie him on soft buffalo skins, give him water, mashed yampa root to swallow and herbs for his fever. They painstakingly remove the bullet and place poultices on the open wound. All the while they cry, chant and pray for his recovery.

White Feather spends the rest of the night lying at his side, her hand on his heart, visualizing him with the great health she has always known.

Grandfather, alone in his tipi, chants until dawn, also sending healing energy to his godson. 

Morning arrives and the two women continue nursing the unconscious man. They drape wet cloth over his hot fevered body, smudging him with sage and other herbal smoke, continually lifting his head to make him drink. While he remains unconscious, White Feather wonders how he found the village. In the past five years they have moved many times, far away from anyone, now hidden in the forested curve of a river. She wishes he would wake up. She has many questions to ask her husband, and much love to give.

“You are strong, Two Crows. Today you will wake up so we can embrace. I have waited five long years for you to come home,” she whispers in his ear before she leaves the tipi for her morning meal. “Please wake up.”

Grandfather enters and sits at his godson’s side after she leaves. He fondly remembers when Two Crows and White Feather played together as children. They were best friends, until he was captured by the Crow at seven. He returned as a grown man, they married, and he left again, feeling obligated to his fellow Crows scouts. His returning, nearly dead yet alive, is the answer to not only White Feathers undying prayers, but his. He will finally teach Two Crows the way of the High Pony. 

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Shaman Wisdom #122

Original framed Mask by Dakan – $2500

 

EPISODE ONE

 

Chapter Two

 

“She walked up to me so gracefully 

and took my crown of thorns

Come in, she said I’ll give ya shelter from the storm.”

 

Saturday Morning around 9 am:

 

Once out the door and on the sidewalk, a breeze whips up the heavy raindrops, causing Lucky to turn his head away. He thinks maybe staying in bed would have been a better idea but then moves on down the road. He thinks about the would-have-been canceled parade, prancing down Burnside on his black stallion, a bare-chested Blackfeet warrior, leather breeches and eagle feathers, yelping war cries, how it would have turned more than a few heads. Today all heads are turned down, avoiding puddles.

Lucky dodges the downpour by ducking into overhangs and eaves, skirting the puddles and jumping away from traffic spray, thankful for his boots, his long coat and hat. The thinks of Fred Astaire’s famous song, “dancing in the rain.” It lightens his spirit for the next fifteen minutes until he arrives at the cafe.

Mary Jane’s Cafe & Bakery is one of Portland’s trendy old town neo-hippie eateries. For him it’s the best place in the world for a rainy-day breakfast. The cafe is packed, with half a dozen people waiting to be seated. Jill, his all-time favorite waitress, had anticipated his arrival by putting a reserved sign on the two top at the front window. The hostess points him to it. Jill left a note: “Lucky Two Crows. Master Detective. You can’t fool me.” He hangs his wet long coat and hat, sits, and prepares for great food and the un-orchestrated entertaining ambiance.

Jill appears at his table as if seeing Lucky there was a surprise. She sets down a full pot of hot Guatemalan coffee and pours him a mug. “Well, look who the cat brought in. What’s it going to be today, honey?” she asks, knowing he always orders the same thing, and the answer has nothing to do with food.

He starts in, not singing, just saying what was on his mind when coming here, “I’m laughing at clouds, so dark up above. The sun’s in my heart, and I’m ready for love. . .”

“Too easy! On a day like today! Dancing in the rain. Fred Astaire,” Jill answers, shaking her head as if he should know better. She graduated as a music major and music trivia is the game they look forward to playing. Lucky would start out with the first line of the lyrics and she would have to name the singer and sing another line of the song,

“I’m singing in the rain. Just singing in the rain. What a glorious feelin,’ I’m happy again. I’m singin’ and dancin’ in the rain!” Jill sings in a voice only Lucky can hear, while twirling around once, and then laughs, charmed by what a flirt the handsome Indian is. Her reward for winning is the same big tip he always gives her. No matter what the menu price, she’ll write on his tab $15. He always leaves $20.

Jill excuses herself to put in his order for The Skillet, an oversized cast-iron skillet piled with tenderly cooked herbed potatoes, three eggs over easy and sautéed organic vegetables; rainbow peppers, zucchini, onions, mushrooms; the whole cornucopia, which arrives ten minutes later.  On the side are four thick slices of pre-grilled heavily buttered fresh homemade sourdough toast, with Oregon blueberry jam. This morning he has plenty of time to relax and take it easy; to think of another rainy-day tune. The downpour outside the window makes the meal that more delicious. The coffee tastes like black gold. He’s content, happy to be exactly where he is.

He thinks about his team. Surely, they have mixed feelings about the cancelled gay pride parade; disappointed not to be marching and yet happily safe and secure, inside and not out in the storm. The parade will be rescheduled. After the rainbow, the sailor boys in short shorts will spin their hula-hoops under blue skies that say, “You’re welcomed to come out . . . today.”

Regardless of the weather, Lucky figures his team will all show at work around ten, wondering about his Plan B. He has no Plan B. Only Plan A minor; to enjoy his breakfast, as he is, thinking of the lyrics to Stormy Monday Blues . . . “the eagle flies on Friday, Saturday I go out to play . . .”

But not today.

Staring out the window, Lucky remembers that when something doesn’t happen as planned, it’s always a good omen; a sign that whatever it was, needs more work. He now remembers Dylan while thinking of Jill, wondering if he can stump her with the first two lines;

“Suddenly I turned around and she was standin” there.

With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair.

She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns

Come in, she said I’ll give ya shelter from the storm.”

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Shaman Wisdom #121

EPISODE ONE

 

Two Crows

 

Chapter One

 

And you want to travel with her, and you want to travel blind
And you know that you can trust her
For she’s touched your perfect body with her mind.

 

Saturday morning – 2023. Lucky Two Crows

 

A roll of thunder wakes Lucky from a most comforting dream. Sweet perfume. Tender kisses. Hopeful wishes. 8:15 am. 

Yesterday’s weather forecast called for a weekend of non-stop torrential downpours. Lucky checks the news on his iPhone. Portland’s annual Gay Pride Parade has been cancelled. He moans, and then snuggles under his down quilt, wishing his fantasy dream would come true. He never sleeps this late. It’s time to surrender to the new day thoughts. Reality.

Eyes open, now on his back, fingers twined behind his head, he stares into the skylight. Listens to the pitter-patter of raindrops. For a few precious no-hurry moments, he’ll allow himself to surrender to old day thoughts. He thinks about his life as a full-blooded American Indian detective, a defender of native people who need more help than the majority will ever admit. Most gentrified Portland Indians can’t relate to his passion; his lone ranger desire to make their wrongs, or the wrongs against them, right. Just be grateful, they say. He takes in a deep breath and wonders what his life would be like if he had spent it in Browning, Montana. He thinks about his mother, wondering if she’s still alive, still living on the Blackfeet reservation, still drinking. Growing up without a loving mother saddens him. He remembers the day the BIA took him from her. He was only six years old. He recalls some and has long forgotten most of his foster parents. He rebelled against their strict authority, spawning anger by ruining one too many of their computers. So, the BIA shuttled him from one home to another for ten years, and after his Boise “parents” beat him for talking back, he ran away for good.  

Still savoring these moments of falling rain above him, Lucky thinks about his childhood, working on so many computers in the early morning hours. He chuckles about this intense pre-pubescent study, which self-taught him how computers work, and how to build one from scratch. Early one morning, half-way into this sixteenth year, a kind truck driver picked him up and left in a Portland street that afternoon. He found shelter and soon got work repairing computers for money. 

Lucky fondly thinks about his dear friend and mentor, Jimmy Meriweather, Portland’s Police Captain of Homicide and Missing Persons. He remembers the day he found Jimmy’s Aikido dojo and soon became the sensei’s protégé. Jimmy always had a bed in back for Lucky, and kept him away from alcohol, drugs and juvenile prison. In the beginning of the next ten years, besides repairing computers, he learned to ride a horse and shoot arrows. A full-blooded Blackfeet warrior, strong and athletic, he fit in perfectly, performing in powwows, bare-chested, galloping in on his horse, chanting, dancing and shooting arrows, as if he were a mirage from the 19th century. 

Lucky recalls the day at age twenty-six when he was hired by the prominent Portland Indian Rights attorney, JJ Jones. For the past three years, since the great pandemic of 2020, their workload has been sporadic; the Natives too complacent, or too poor to ask for help. This prompted Lucky to open his own business, L&P Investigations, a private-eye detective agency. And more.

Still lying in bed. 8:30. Lucky thinks about his stallion and the police horses whose prayers were answered. They won’t get soaked today. They’ll stay put with warm wraps on their backs, secure in their stables. He thinks about his beloved black stallion Shaka, safe and secure at a good ranch in Beaverton.

Tonto, a stray black cat, has wondered in and now lies on Lucky’s chest, purring away, she too surprised he’s still in bed. He likes stray cats like Tonto, who are free and independent, who take good care of themselves. They aren’t needy like most of the women he’s briefly experimented living with, in the past. Tonto is grateful for the big bag of cat food which Lucky keeps under cover on the back porch. Poison bulkheads keep the ants away, and if a rat comes anywhere near, Tonto is quick to the feast. She’s a survivor, like Lucky, and at this moment he feels as wild and free as her.

It’s now a quarter to nine and Lucky doesn’t want to get up, but his tummy begs to differ. He decides to get up and go to Mary Jane’s, his favorite Portland café; his favorite rainy-day destination for comfort, security and a hearty meal. After his shower and shave, blow-drying his long hair, he puts on his blue jeans and denim long sleeve shirt. Jeans tucked in, he laces up his mid-calf boots, secure from the rain as mukluks in an Alaskan blizzard. All his leather has recently been oiled and waterproofed. He slips on his Scully’s dark leather long coat and sets his matching wide-brimmed Stetson as low as it will go. He looks like a renegade long rider in a spaghetti western. Before heading out into the storm he checks himself in the mirror. “I’m one bad-ass Indian.”

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Shaman Wisdom #120

Northern Montana 1876

Two Crows

Prologue

Life is a very strange mystery

Late June, 1876, and 2021:

A billion stars fill the Montana sky. Forty tipis hug the wooded side of a shallow rock-strewed river. Wolf Eyes, a Blackfeet medicine man, with long braided white hair, dressed in leather with his bare chest decorated with dangling beads and bones, sits in trance in front of the red ember glow of his tipi fire.

At fifty-nine he is healthy and active but considered an old man in 1876. He awakens from an impossible dream. It was of a man who looked like the image of himself he’d seen in a small mirror a French man wanted to trade for tobacco. The man in his dream was dressed all in white. He had no horns, feathers or beads dangling down his chest; only a tiny black raven on a string. He knew this man wasn’t him, exactly, but the resemblance was startling. This man also sat in front of a fire, in a tipi, which looked like his. In the Blackfeet tongue he tells Wolf Eyes that he is from a future time and will appear soon to talk about Two Crows, that he must save the warrior’s life, and together they will save the world. 

Grandfather throws scrub oak branches into his fire, and looks up through the tipi flap, into the starry Montana sky. I do not understand this dream. Who is this man who looks like me? What do those words mean, he will appear soon? Two Crows? Save the world? he thinks, then speaks out loud to the fire,I have not seen him in over five years, since he came to marry White Feather, and then returned to the white soldiers. Save him? Is he dying? What is this all about?” 

He adds sage, sweet grass and devil’s weed to the flames, chants a prayer and then asks for his brother hawk to offer guidance.

Suddenly, a hawk flies into the tipi, perches on a fire log. The hawk shakes his lovely brown feathers, as if he had just landed after a long flight. Grandfather knows he can materialize anywhere, at any time. 

Yes, it is timely for you to call, Wolf Eyes. Hawks nods.

So you know I had a vision where I met my future self, Grandfather begins, also without speaking. He said I must save Two Crows. Is it true that he will be arriving soon?

Yes, your grandson is on his way, as we speak.

Grandfather can hardly believe these words. On his way? What is this all about?

It’s about a story that’s begun. The hawk carefully answers. A story which will change the lives of many people.

What story? Tell me.

Suddenly the hawk morphs into a black jaguar, an animal Grandfather has never seen or heard of. The jaguar growls as he slowly walks around the fire, behind Wolf Eyes, and then walks into the fire, where he goes up in smoke. The old man is stunned as the hawk returns to its perch. What was that about?

There is a land many moons walk south of here called Mexico, and a territory there called Yucatan, the hawk answers. This is where that mighty animal called the jaguar lives. You will meet him again one day, as will Two Crows. In recent times, I’ve have been near to guide your son. As you know, Two Crows has been a warrior scout for the white soldiers. Since you last saw him, having told him about the High Pony, he has become a seer, a man haunted with many dreams.

Dreams of returning here?

To his wife, yes. Dreams of many things. Because of them Two Crows was shot in his back. I have been guiding his horse here. He is weak, but his will to live is strong. He keeps holding on, riding on, and will arrive alive.

When will he be here? Grandfather asks this spirit messenger.

Prepare for his arrival tonight. Have healing herbs ready. Have his wife watch over him day and night. In two days he will survive with your medicine and the love of his woman.

Wolf Eyes had treated warriors who had been shot with rifles. Most died. He reflects on what the hawk had said and then softly speaks.

I saw the High Pony in his eyes the day he was born. I never wanted him to leave our band. This is why I told him his life was to ride the High Pony. What was his vision that caused him to finally leave the white man?

In his dreamtime, he flew into the lodge of the great chiefs. He listened as they spoke about the upcoming battle in a valley the white man calls Little Big Horn. He foresaw the deaths of hundreds of white soldiers, and the native scouts he would be riding with. He saw his death and that of the long-haired white Chief Custer. He tried to warn him, that he would be riding to his death. These words only angered the proud man. Two Crows did not want to die, so he left that evening. The white chief considered him a traitor, and ordered he be shot dead. The white soldiers tried but it was not Two Crows time to die.

A frog, hopping in front of Wolf Eyes stops and looks up at him. Life is a very strange mystery, the frog thinks to him. Pay attention.

Frog is right, Hawk says. Many strange things will happen in the times to come. The white man will not honor and protect this land for seven generations as we have been taught to do. There will be many wrongs that need to be made right. Your other self will soon be here to teach you how to live in the future, to help wake people up, to heal the earth. 

I don’t understand these words. He considers this for a moment and then offers, In these future times, will I be there in the dream world or the real world? Will Two Crows and I be alive there as we are here?

Hawk nods and answers, Pay attention to the wisdom of your reality, wherever that may be. Soon you will realize that everyone here is in both your present time and your future time. You will have most important work to do in other realms, other times.

With that said, hawk spreads his wings and says, before flying away. “And so, your new reality is arriving.”

Grandfather senses someone approaching. Several minutes later a man sits across the fire. Wolf Eyes has never seen such a man, dressed in a clean white suit, with white boots and a white cowboy hat. He looks hauntingly familiar. “Who are you?”

“My name is Clarence Two Moons,” the man speaks in Grandfather’s tongue which tells him he is also Blackfeet. “We have already met in your dreams. We are of one Spirit, one man, in two bodies. I come from many moons, eighteen hundred moons to be exact, in the future.” That number makes no sense to Grandfather Wolf Eyes. Eighteen hundred moons? Twelve moons in one year . . . 

Clarence says, “First you must help Two Crows. Once you save him, then we can begin.” Grandfather can not understand the words spoken by this man who claims to be of one Spirit. “In the next two years,” Clarence continues, “I will teach you and Two Crows, and White Feather, how to do what I am now doing. I will teach you how to be in two places at the same time.”

With this said, Clarence Two Moons disappears. 

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Shaman Wisdom #119

Drawing by Dakan – panther closest to the Lion – see Reading

 

 

The Highway Shaman Wisdom 

for September 28, 2020

 

I woke up this morning engaged in a reoccurring dream. The previous night’s dream let off where I needed to get the names and positions of our team noted in the contract. This is what I was engaged in this morning, before realizing that none of those people had anything to do with my waking reality. We weren’t working together on this plane of existence. While it my dream state, my engagement seemed so important and real. 

Could we actually be living in multi-dimensions of reality, simultaneously? 

I got up and started listening to the morning news. It all seemed like another dream. I want to believe that Donald Trump is moving us much closer to Love and Light, and at the same time my old best ex-friend (because of this) equated Trump to Hitler, leading us into an evil darkness. I listen to both sides and study and yes it is confusing.

I lived in Thailand for nearly eight years. The first three were run by what many believed was a corrupt government, so there was a coup where the also corrupted Military took control. It seemed like Thailand was being run by a bunch of incompetent out-of-their-league soldiers, making shit up. As time went on they began behaving like the former corrupted government, but still making shit up. New laws were simply crazy, like the one which drove me out of the country. And yet everyday life in Thailand was fine. The people were happy and doing well. The Chiang Mai economy, pre-covid, was flourishing because of the wealthy Chinese tourists. How did these people get wealthy in a suppressed Chinese Communist society? 

I traveled several times to Vietnam, which is considered a Communist country. The evils of communism are what the Trump followers are warning against,  warning with the Democrats in charge we will lose all our personal freedoms, becoming a dreaded Socialist or Communist country. Vietnam is communist and I love Vietnam. The people there are happy and friendly and as the years pass, they are becoming more prosperous. I spent a week in the old Colonial district of Hanoi. The elder soldiers still in uniform would wave at me in a most friendly way, People gather in the most beautiful colonial park in the evenings, especially on Sunday evening and play, enjoying games and family gatherings. The people appear to be healthy, innocent, happy and loving, certainly not appearing to be lost in tyranny and suppression. I never saw police or soldiers anywhere. I visited the resort city of Nha Trang twice. It is growing with prosperity; luxury hotels and the nights aglow with neon street art, great restaurants and cafes; full of richness and beauty. I’ve never seen a city more overflowing with an abundant cornucopia of fresh vegetables, year around, than DaLat, Vietnam.  Is the freedom of everyday life in the USA more of less rewarding? From my moving from one to the other, especially with the prevailing fear of catching a virus (which is impossible), I would say the USA is less stable.

So, we are being told that we must protect the USA from socialism and communism at all costs, so we doesn’t end up like Vietnam. As an expat world traveler, I think the current US political angst blows the reality of “we’re greater and everyone else is lesser” out of proportion. Like thinking your Texas high school football team is the biggest deal ever. Most expats like me will agree – the many countries of the world, even China, aren’t such bad places to live – if like in the USA – you can meet the requirements to be there. Why I live in Mexico.

Almost all the people of the world want to be happy and prosperous, to feel safe and secure in their homes and cities. They will defend their security; defend that which is in their best interest, whether they are brainwashed or not. If a government tells them to surrender their precious child, almost all parents will object and rebel. 

I survive on a form of socialism. I gratefully receive my social security check every month. Franklin D. Roosevelt was a Socialist Democrat, establishing things like the CCC, where the federal government created jobs, in willing states, and hired millions of people to rebuild the infrastructure of the US. While unemployment is going down, we still need job opportunities for people of all ages, especially seniors.

Trump is working to get lower drug prices, and like Obama, still not doing much to change the cost of medical care in the US; which is about the highest in the world. 84,000,000 working Americans have inadequate or No health insurance. Without health insurance they are victims to the scam of inflated medical expenses. In 1999 I lost my credit, had to go to collection, because I didn’t have health insurance and couldn’t afford to pay the hospital cash on demand; $6000 for seeing a doctor for 15 minutes. True story. 

The cost of medical at age 73 and housing has everything to do with why I have chosen to be an ex-pat; why I’ve lived outside of the US for most of the past 9 years.

Another example: When I broke my arm in 2014 in Seattle while visiting my sons, not one hospital or “free health clinic” would treat me for less than $2000. With no insurance, I wrapped my arm and waited a week, flew back to Thailand (with the pain of a broken arm) where the whole X-ray and casting on and off procedure cost me $150, all in a hospital as modern as any in the USA. If other less wealthy countries can afford to do this, why can’t the most wealthy USA restructure insurance and hospital costs so everyone gets free and near-free medical treatment? In Thailand I could consult with a medical doctor, who may have graduated from a US medical school, for 20 minutes, and my bill for his or her time would be $15. Not $150. A complete physical in Thailand was $200, X-rays included. In 2019, in Vancouver Washington, I wanted to get a physical exam. I was told it starts at $500 just to see the doctor and each test is at least $100 additional cost. And I needed to see another doctor to refer me to see their doctor. That’s nuts. I had to pass. Later, with my brain injury, I had to see two Neurologists who charged me $500 an hour each, for a total of $7000, almost all my life savings, out of pocket. I don’t care what either political party says – they’ve lost the priority of taking care of their people first. The cost of health care in the USA is beyond insane. 

As I sit here in my lovely little home in Todos Santos, Mexico, which would rent for at least three times what I pay for it, in Seattle, I’m really not convinced the USA is the best place in the world to live, that its the greatest place on earth, that it’s leaders of either party offer the best quality of life for the people. Thailand, Vietnam and Mexico are places where a low income expat like me can afford the cost of renting a decent place, and find inexpensive food and medical treatments, with the ridiculous small amount of Social Security the US government pays me each month. My $10,000/year payments are $2,700 a year below the official individual poverty level in the US. There was no way I could possibly live the life I have here in Mexico, in the USA, on $836 a month.The USA has discarded this 73 year old.

So in the end I have to take all that political mumbo-jumbo with a grain of salt. If the so-called “greatest country on earth” can’t take care of their low-income seniors, there is something way amiss with that statement. 

 

THE READING

 

Osho Zen Tarot – CONDITIONING (The Devil) – 

Unless you drop your personality you will not be able to find your individuality. Individuality is given by existence; personality is imposed by the society. Personality is social convenience. Society cannot tolerate individuality, because individuality will not follow like a sheep. Individuality has the quality of a lion; the lion moves alone. The sheep are always in the crowd, hoping that being in the crowd will feel cozy. Being in the crowd one feels more protected, secure. If somebody attacks, there is every possibility in a crowd to save yourself. But alone? – only the lion moves alone. And everyone of you is born a lion, but the society goes on conditioning you, programming your mind as a sheep. It give you a personality, a cozy personality, nice, very convenient, very obedient. Society wants slaves, not people who are absolutely dedicated to freedom. Society wants slaves because all the vested interests want obedience. 

It is a time to take a look at your own reflection in the pond, and make a move to break out of whatever you have been conditioned by others to believe about yourself. Dance, run, jog, do gibberish – whatever is needed to wake up the sleeping lion within.

 

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Shaman Wisdom #118

Painting of an Aquarian woman – from my “for sale” archives

 

The Highway Shaman Wisdom 

for September 25, 2020

 

READING 

The text of this blog is about the Age of Aquarius

– to be welcomed with playfulness and open arms –

Page of Fire – PLAYFULNESS –  

The moment you start seeing life as non-serious, a playfulness, all the burden on your heart disappears. All the fear of death, life, of love – everything disappears. One starts living with a very light weight or almost no weight. So weightless one becomes, one can fly in the open sky. Zen’s greatest contribution is to give you an alternative to the serious man. The serious man has made the world, the serious man has made all the religions. He has created all the philosophies, all the cultures, all the moralities – everything that exists around you is a creation of the serious man. 

Zen has dropped out of the serious world. It has created a world of its own which is very playful, full of laughter, even where great masters behave like children.

“When the Page of Fire enters your life, it is a sign you are ready for the fresh and the new. Something wonderful is just on the horizon, and you have just the right quality of playful innocence and clarity to welcome it with open arms.”

 

THE AGE OF AQUARIUS

 

It has been over a week since my last blog. Lots has gone in my mind about why I write these blogs, or do anything for that matter. As an Empath I realize that I’m caught up in the shift, taking in all the confusion and turmoil that’s going on in the world. While the world is out of balance, it has been especially difficult to hold myself in balance. 

This past year has been a tremendous test for me, for all of us, to remain STRONG in my/our faith. I guess since this pandemic started, it’s been a test for all the people of the earth to find their inner strength.

All of this, all that has transpired during this challenging time, is in a sense, out of my/our control. There is a great movement occurring in the Stars, astrologically, which is affecting this whole world and everyone on it.

Since the beginning of the Pandemic in January, 2020, the earth has been ruled by the CARDINAL sign Capricorn, moving through Jupiter and Saturn, causing lots of expansion and contraction, upheaval and movement. The pandemic and riots. It’s like the whole earth is enduring birthing pains . . . and will continue to through the election, until this tumultuous activity comes to end on December 17th, 2020. This is when the earth will be ruled by the FIXED sign of Aquarius, with the Moon in Aquarius, and then on the 19th Jupiter moves into Aquarius, followed by Saturn. An Aquarian full house.

And as I previously stated, December 21, 2020 is the true beginning of the Age of Aquarius. It’s the time I’ve been waiting for all my life, as a Double Aquarius Lightworker. It’s finally the beginning of my Age. It may be the time when finally people will understand what I’ve been saying all along. Like in the song, we are entering a time of “harmony and understanding, peace and love abounding.”  Nina Kahn writes,

“People have been talking (and singing) about the dawning of the Age of Aquarius for decades now, and many astrologers believe that the monumental “great conjunction” talking place on December 21, 2020 is the cosmic event that’s officially heralding it in. On that date, the two largest planets in the solar system, Jupiter and Saturn (which are known as the greater benefic and greater malefic planets, respectively) will align in the sign of Aquarius for the first time in nearly 400 years. Both Jupiter and Saturn represent social issues in our lives and relate to authority and leadership, and they only form a conjunction aspect every couple decades — so when they do, it’s a big deal, which is why it’s known as a great conjunction. This is the standout cosmic event of the latter half of 2020, and it’ll catalyze some serious shifts.

‘In December of 2020, we are in for the beginning of a new age, [as] Saturn and Jupiter will be aligning in the sign of Aquarius,’ Astrologer Aaya Samadhi writes. ‘This alignment is so significant because it means we’ll continue to have these two planets come together in air signs until 2059.” This alignment is in contrast to the intense Capricorn stellium that took place back in January (and kicked off the rise of global pandemic), during which Jupiter, Saturn, and several other significant points and planets were clustered together in rule-oriented Capricorn.

But the energy that these planets will express through an air sign like Aquarius differs greatly from the traditional and authoritative vibe they brought forth in Capricorn, which is the sign they resided in during the start of the year. ‘Air signs represent intellect and ideas, and Aquarius is the sign of innovation, technology, and revolution,’ Samadhi says. While this alignment is unarguably going to be intense, the Aquarian focus on collective well-being, logical thought, and innovative growth feels like a breath of fresh air — and it could deliver some much-needed glimmers of hope for the future.

‘This great conjunction will spark the beginning of many new advancements in technology, medicine, and ideas — and we’ll also see a spotlight on more humanitarian issues, since Aquarius is the sign of the humanitarian,’ Samadhi says. ‘If you thought humanitarian issues came to the forefront in 2020, you can expect a lot more after the Saturn and Jupiter in Aquarius alignment this December.’”

“Hold on, the best is yet to come.”  Donald Trump has often said this phrase. And of course there is the coming election. Many people I know don’t hold the high level of respect that I have for Donald Trump. Astrologically speaking, his air sign is Gemini, versatility and adaptability, and his Moon is in Sagittarius, understanding and aspiration. Trump is the best suited person, a blessing that he is already considered by his peers as the worlds’ leader, equipped and ready to lead us into this New Age. The Democrats are holding on to old Piscean fears and idealisms, which must now surrender to Aquarian innovation and humanitarianism. The energy of each Age ultimately prevails. Many wonderful idealistic innovations occurred since the time of Jesus, during the Piscean Age, which also lead to unending conflict and bloody wars. The last hurrah is now being played out with riots on the streets of the USA. Donald Trump has been saying in other words, “Calm down, let go and let’s allow the world to be filled with peace and prosperity for all.”  

 

The Fifth Dimension

 

When the moon is in the Seventh House

And Jupiter aligns with Mars

Then peace will guide the planets

And love will steer the stars

This is the dawning of the age of Aquarius

Age of Aquarius

Aquarius

Aquarius

 

Harmony and understanding

Sympathy and trust abounding

No more falsehoods or derisions

Golden living dreams of visions

Mystic crystal revelation

And the mind’s true liberation

Aquarius

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