I come saddened today. It appears that Orion has found me. And I have found him. Trying to make peace with this. It’s a battle of wits and mind over matter. I am not giving up the fight. We have a long and sordid history and there is much to overcome.

I am saddened by the state of this earth. The destruction, the egotistical wars, the worship of money and technology and the total disrespect of nature. I have asked to return home. My energy is so depleted, I don’t know if I have it in me to continue the fight. I must take my son with me.

Until my ancestors return to pick me up, we are disappearing for a while. How long, I don’t know. It will look bad on my part, for borrowing some of mom’s money to accomplish this. But we need complete and utter silence in nature for now.

Money is foreign to me. I don’t understand it or why we need it. I look bad on paper, but I am a good person. My son is a good person. And we’re both highly misunderstood. It wasn’t supposed to go down this way.

We have both been psychologically tortured for most of our lives. Mine began as a baby. A sexual predator in my own family. Our family stopped hugging when I was one year old. Do the math. The rest of my family suspected but did nothing. I can’t help but feel mistrust for them all and their lack of compassion or empathy. For thinking negatively about me and my son and our situation.

Mental and physical abuse causes mental illness. Be kind to one another. But the answer is nature. Nature is real. (Is-real / Isreal). The world, this earth, is Isreal. There are not meant to be borders or walls. It’s not about land ownership, competing or wars. It’s about respect for nature, nurturing the nurturer. And instead we’ve squished her and she’s upset and there’s going to be a fight.

We battle daily for our mental and physical health, but being around people is taking its toll. On both of us. Your treatment of nature hurts both of us. We are somehow directly connected with this earth and with nature.

And this world has become a battleground instead of a place of refuge. So many women and children no longer feel safe and loved. Old white men grope young girls for their own benefit, defiling the young. And one of them is running for president – again!

Blocked by the trauma of my youth, I did not remember my mission until late in the game. A mission of peace. To teach a new way of life, a new perspective. Not a new religion, a return to simpler times.

I am very, very sad. And sorry I wasn’t able to help you more right now. Please pray for our spiritual protection while we are away. I’m trying to forgive and struggling.

Much love,

Naomi