The world is in a state of chaos at the moment. But do you believe in miracles? In powers greater than ourselves that can restore nature and humanity? I do. Come dream with me.

Do not ask what your creator can do for you, but what you can do for your creator. It’s what I ask everyday. How can I help? We have no business thinking that space travel is an option. We must care for our own planet first. For nature and the people in it. That is the way of it – if you ever want to see the garden of Eden again. It’s going to mean a lot of hard work and maybe some unpleasant days. It will be messy. Healing is a messy business. Earth’s healing is paramount.

Noctilucent clouds are now visible all over the globe due to rocket launches. This is affecting earth’s atmosphere. Every rocket launch disrupts earth’s atmosphere. Space junk litters point Nemo, and earth’s atmosphere. What goes up must come down. Let’s clean it up. Lithium batteries for electric cars – what will we do with them when they need to be recycled? They cannot be recycled. Where will they go? Let’s get creative for re-purposing them. We need all the creative and intelligent minds out there to get going on this dilemma. Time is almost out. Let’s believe in miracles and ask our creator(s) how we can help. And by doing this, the ideas will come and we will get through this together. One people, one world. United.

I believe in miracles, in the unseen forces that align with nature, that are here to help us get through this tumultuous time. Set time aside each morning to thank your creator for a new day and the chance to work on making things better. Each day brings new joys and challenges. Let’s get through this together and have a little faith in the powers that be to lend a hand.

Remember, judgment day is over. We are only judging ourselves now.

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

The prophesy of the Whirling Rainbow is an ORAL prophesy shared between the Navajo and the Hopi. I align with this prophesy, as I trust and respect all indiginous peoples. Their way is the one to emulate.

In short, they state that the “warriors of the rainbow prophesy are the keepers of the legends and rituals and other myths.

They are awakened on earth to restore health on earth. All people unite. They represent justice, peace and freedom. Actions (silence) speak louder than words. Work for the benefit of ALL.

Eventual return of the mytical creatures.

Human Race = The PEOPLE

No more war, sickness or hunger.

That’s all I’ve got for now.

Peace Out!

Don’t Go Chasing Waterfalls – TLC

Dogs are women’s best friend, too. It’s time for Her-Story to begin.

Apathy is the death of faith and the things that make faith become real. What if the things that used to make us care die? Because those we used to care about no longer care about us?
If we are created in the image of our gods, and we no longer care about our gods, then why should they care about us?

There is much discussion this year of 2012,  everyone has a different spin.  I have a spin, too. What I’m observing is many factions claiming their own prophets have come up with “true” way to enlightenment. Many prophets are self appointed.  

Here’s the thing. All of them are partially right. But there is more than one way to enlighhtenment. And all of them are partially wrong. No one person can possibly be the only one privy to this knowledge. People are getting killed trying to be right. And this is wrong.

How about this. Everyone is equal and no one is venerated or held in such esteem as to be greater than another. It is this thinking that holds us back from reaching our higher selves, like the great teachers, with access to the breath of spirit.

What I’m seeing are people across the world who’ve been awakened.  They don’t necessarily hold positions of power or leadership, but they awaken others just by being themselves. No structureed regiment or special requirements to join.  The factions have made it too complicated and a bit overwhelming. There’s got to be a simpler way.

I lose much of the meaning of my thought processes when I try to write them, but here goes.

Forget what you know and you’ll be surprised at how simple things really are.

Forget what you know and the right thing is easier to do.

Forget what you know and you’ll stop judging yourself and others.

Forget what you know and you will stop living in the past.

Forget what you know and you will be filled with a sense of wonder.

Forget what you know and the past fades, the present comes into focus and the future holds promise.

Forget what you know and self-confidence, self-respect, compassion and love for yourself and others comes easily.

Forget what you know to clear the slate for what is so.

And the tough one to get my head around, but is true for me – Forget what you know – this means religion.  Forget it.  I find it helpful to see God in a beautiful sunset, a puppy, the ocean. 

That’s the extend of my ramblings.  It’s what I know.  I have to forget what I know.

If woken by a dream, do take the time to jot it down.  Do not wait to do this.  It is only upon waking that you contain the echo of your emotions.  The emotions are the underlying current and the final clue that guides you to the dream’s true meaning.

My thoughts are spinning in and out of belief in God.  Feeling angry and depressed most of the time for lack of perfection, not meeting expectations and expecting too much of myself.  And then another horrible bubble of hope comes up and renewed faith in God surfaces.  It would be easier to not have hope, than to have a bubble of it surface here and there.  Too little hope and the pieces I receive of it are not enough to sustain my trust in God.  Sometimes I wish God would just pack his two-faced bags and get off the planet in his square, bejeweled spaceship.  (see Revelations)  He can have his “special” light,  but I’d rather have the sun and the moon.  I don’t want to be “boxed” up and shipped away.  Why would I prefer a box to this beautiful planet?  He can have his gold, pearl and precious stone kingdom,  for it doesn’t appeal to me.

I have more bones to pick, I fear.  When God speaks to the churches like they are babies and can never once find no fault, gives very little encouragement and a lot of rules and then expects them to be happy??  Shut up and you will like it – Really?  When did I ever like it?  There is something really wrong here.  There cannot exist such a God as this.  God is not fickle.  To say good church in one breath and bad church in the next.  It’s like double arrows pointed at and away from eachother.   Communication with God, for me, ends in conflict and insanity.  If we were made in God’s image then God would be imperfect, too, but times infinity imperfect.  Do we really want to place our faith in a fickle and imperfect God?

Or is there someone/something out there impersonating God.  Wouldn’t the perfect God, the God who is rational, compassionate and loving get really, really pissed?  To see what the Fake God’s (FG) actions did?  All of the chaos FG caused, the pain and the suffering?  The conflict and the trial.

Here’s my thought.  I think it’s high time we let go of our old ideas and recreate our own concept of God.  Each and every one of us.  Let go of old, worn out religious ideals and religious texts.  The faith must be subtle and not all consuming, incorporated into every action, thought and deed.  It must be centered on compassion and tolerance.  For me.  You figure out your own God and your own beliefs and needs as you go through life.  I hope this makes sense and resounds with you all.