Trying To Create A Good Space A Safe Haven ?

Yes, I did some editing as a video was shot down:(  We knew it would be.   Annie /  Jage

 What we love and wish for, A Safe Haven! Along with the beautiful music!

Over the Rainbow/Simple Gifts (Piano/Cello Cover) – ThePianoGuys




But as this following video showed , we fell into a trap made by Hitler’s gang:(

ToDah, Autumn! Jage :)  ……… Yes, the video is now down, Autumn! :( It Was a good example of the  Here and Now on Mother Earth! With what the 1% are doing to it, in trying to murder off all living things , mainly all the adults , so they / the 1 %  / 150- 200 people, just have children left over for themselves  :(


What the Royal Family Doesn’t Want YOU To See! Zion King ~ Part 9

Murder off all Adults on the planet! Only save a few children.

 Fake prince William pointing at everyone …… cursing them with the Satanic Horn hand sign:(

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I watched this last night- my goodness- the mass amount of truth put into the movies is very much a slap in the face-
Watch it now if you want to see it- they will take it down soon!

Taken Down! :(

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After a year of fighting to get his mom free of the kidney Clinic.  His Mom said it aged him by 10 years going through that worry! Yes, she is safe and is doing Great now!

Visions From The Missions, An Orphans Tale


 Carlos – Buffalohair speaks of / warns us of high winds up to 300 miles an hour tearing everything off the face of the earth if an Ice Age hits! Besides Mother Earths  moving  / shifting so much, that even underground shelters could be crushed, if not filled with hot lava! Yikes!



Carlos TheZilla published an article on WordPress.

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Stay In, Stay Cool and Stay Calm – Europe Swelters as Heatwave Stretches – Soak It Up, ICE AGE Just Around the Corner…/stay-in-stay-cool-and-s…



Another re-warning he has been giving me the last few days????? About no electricity , as no tech stuff will work any more! Why? Solar Storms from the Sun plus  Ma Earth will destroy everything of mans inventions  it seems! Ah well, back to nature and sunsets:)

Why will it be this bad?  Understand that the Creator of the Universe  and yes, Mother Earth working together! It will take some serious action dealing with these sick, sick minded Pedophiles and their sick minded little ‘Glory Seeking’ rich puppets, that want to use their wealth to help the 150 or 200 hand full of Elite and the bad spirits, bring down all human kind, as they ‘Exit this World’! It will take some serious action to really scrape all evil off the face and under ground, of the earth once and for all!

Drama? Really? Look at that Daily News! Now that is what I call Drama!

This is where getting to know the good spirits on earth at this time is a Good Thing!!!!!!!! As they will protect you , help you, if you will listen closely and let them guide you.

No Don’t jump or use that knife/ gun /poison!!!!!!!  Watch this History take place! You do not want to end your life! You want to live!!!!!!!  So stay calm!!!!!!!!!

This is exciting!!!!!!!

Just do the best you can with what you have and if you can, please help other good souls around you in your community. You are getting together right? But Don’t be a nervous panic pest or non stop talker always in their ear! LOL Stay calm , cool and collected at a time like this!  Please! :) Be a good neighbor that someone would want to help willingly! :) Be a mature adult:) Learn all you can to help yourself at your home, then you can help others.
































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A new documentary about earths polar shift is available online at:…

Facts about Magnetic North Pole

Since the 70s, the pole has moved more than 1500 km at a rate of 10 kilometres a year. In the 1980s, this increased to 30 km a year. Today, the Pole travels 50, even 60 km – close to 150 metres a day.
Scientists don’t quite know why its speed has increased these past 20 years. The magnetic pole is moving northwest of the geographic pole and may soon be across the Arctic Ocean in Siberia.
To find their bearings, sailors the world over must know the exact angle of difference between the two geographic and the magnetic north poles: the ‘magnetic declination.’
The magnetic pole moves from the North to the South and vice versa every 250,000 years on average and does it very suddenly. Over 180 reversals have been recorded already.
As the intensity of the magnetic field tends to diminish, our planet becomes more susceptible to solar storms. In 100 years, the intensity has decreased by 15%.”…

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  So lets be calm but serious! Yes, we already published all this information before but it causes panic? So be calm!!!!!!! This is where faith in your spiritual connection comes into play! But don’t be Silly Nelly about it, this is serious stuff!   Just think no more  Internet or working phones! Ham radios? There was a grounding or trick in protecting?



  • Unplug Electronic Devices: Simply unplugging electronic devices will also ensure that they aren’t zapped by a power surge.

Shielding from Solar Radiation

The biggest threat of solar storms is on a systemic scale (such as taking out cell phone service) rather than an individual scale (like damaging individual cell phones). However, the magnitude of solar events is unpredictable, and we don’t always know the effects solar radiation will have.

If you’ve done any reading on the subject, you’ve found all levels of paranoia about shielding yourself and your home from radiation, with all manner of solutions. My favorite was to build your house with a radiation-shielding pool of water on top – who doesn’t love a rooftop swimming pool?

Short of such radical measures, it doesn’t hurt to be prepared, and one of the easiest ways to shield items from electromagnetic radiation is with an insulated, sealed metal box called a Faraday cage. It can be made of solid metal or wire mesh and needs to be completely enclosed, with an insulated liner so that nothing inside comes into contact with the metal.

Cardboard box and aluminum foil for Faraday cage.

To protect emergency backup electronics such as a radio or laptop, put them (unplugged) inside a sealed cardboard box, then wrap the box completely with aluminum foil. Another solution is to line the inside of a metal garbage can with cardboard. During peak radiation storms, it’s a simple matter to put your small electronics inside and close the lid.

If you’re really into radiation protection or are concerned about the health effects of solar storms, the same principles can be applied on a larger scale. People have gotten pretty creative with this principle by lining rooms (and even entire houses) with radiation-shielding metal mesh.





Hummmm How much will those Solar Rays Fry? :) We will see!





Will See you on the other side?

Love and Hugs!

Annie /Jage














Safety In Mother Earths Ice age?dome9a


TiPi’s are Great in Tornado country as they are round circle and the wind goes around them! But 300 miles an hour straight winds? Hummm ?  :) Maybe not? Well, good spirits  and your strong faith can do magic!

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A ‘mini ice age’ is coming in the next 15 years

A new model that predicts the solar cycles more accurately than ever before has suggested that solar activity will drop by 60 percent between 2030 and 2040, which means in just 15 years’ time, Earth could sink into what researchers are calling a…|By Bec Crew

I am looking back in my posts:)

Antonio Sanchez shared a link.

On Brink of ‘Sixth Great Extinction,’ Humanity Must Conserve or Die

It’s official: the planet is entering a “sixth great extinction” that even the most conservative estimates show is killing off species at rates far higher than the…|By Nadia Prupis






















Do Yeah Ever Wonder Why?



Do you ever wonder how or why you ever survived something? Oh you know, them little miracles that are hard to explain. Happens to all of us. We simply just blow them off. Or find a logical explanation for them and go on our way. Don’t have to be an In jun for this one.

Reason I say this is because it happen to me several times in my lifetime eh, big time. Let me throw this concept out at yea before I go on, and on, and on like I do. First off, it is my contention that once we manage to get into the spirit world, whether it be by meditation, visions, invitation, drugs or even death. We come to realize it’s a universal place, especially the world next to ours.

There is both good and bad spirits cruising around. Some with great medicine and others more or less like us, only without physical form. Lots of trippy stuff going on to. But it’s way cool in the sense there are colors not on our spectrum and you get a complete understanding about things also. There are no secrets. Yea just got to realize that anything is possible there. The medicine can work both ways. We still have this gift of free will and all. And basically, we are still the butt heads we were when on Earth, only dead or what ever reason we are there.

Anyway, there are kewl spirits, like ancestors and good guys and bad dudes or dorks who walk with evil. In a way, you can look at them like a Warner Brothers Cartoon with the angel on one shoulder and a devil on the other. You have spirits trying to influence you all the time. Most of us just think it’s an active mind or the need for medical attention, hmmm.

Well charge me with 60,000 volts or fill me with lithium fore I’m going to blow your mind. I was a street kid so get over it. Lived on the edge and saw life from the fast lane and it’s darker side. In some way, I waltzed with death every day of my life. And for the most part, I had pulled away from my culture. Was tired of “seeing” things, hearing “voices” that gave me lectures and basically living with all that stuff I used to live with when I was young. Was just not into the Indian groove, so I thought.

Taking risks was what my life was all about at one time. I mean to tell you, I did impossible stuff, just because. My head was so full of myself, and I did not care about fear. After all, I already lived a life where other kids used to beat my head in all the time. Was already an outcast in society and I guess I was conditioned to think less of myself to a major degree. Hence the running away from my culture thing.

You got to remember, it was not always cool being Native. So what did I have to loose. If I got killed doing something, so what. I was deader than a box of rocks. In a way, I was already dead since I was mentally and emotionally isolated from society. I grew up hard and was “only a tree nigger” anyway. Maybe I had a death wish, who really knows. OK all you college kiddies, esteem issues comes to mind, I know I read that book to. And it was true, I had no self worth since I was convinced over time that I was “only” Native. Messed up huh.

So here we are, I’m living life on the streets and far from my spirit. I’m a Wise guy, doing the deal. Looking good, sporting a Rolex and a nice ride. Have respect from the “association” I was affiliate with and had a reputation on both the West Coast and the East Coast for “TCOB”, (taking care of business). I did the impossible and was still alive to tell the tale and had a wad of cash to prove it.

One time, I had to make a pick up. The usually thing, fly to Newark and pick up some cash from a delinquent “creditor”. I would get 50% of the dough-ray-me and all I could take from the person, as a lesson. No big deal except for one minor detail, he had his own crew. “Ain’t nothing but a meatball” I thought. I’ll just wait him out and find him alone. Then we could possibly enter into conversation over a business matter.

I waited, and waited and waited. He was always surrounded by his crew and most likely his bodyguards. After a week of hanging out in Jersey I was done, I was totally done. I counted the men coming in and out of their club house and decided to go in after him when there was the least amount of guys there. Hey, it was a long shot.

Got up the steam and a game plan, checked my guns and off I went. Walked in the front door and made my way towards the counter. Couple of guys greeted me and possibly recognized me as well. But there was no problem. Then when my eyes got adjusted to the light. I saw my target. And yes, he was surrounded by his boys. But I think he already knew why I was there because he made his way to where I was sitting. Kewl.

He began the conversation so all I did was follow his lead. I told him I needed to discuss this matter in a more personal setting. He told his bodyguards to back away from the table as we talked. But they did no go to far and were hovering around like flies.

As we talked about his current financial situation. He told me I was committing suicide coming to his part of the world. We both began to laugh and I pondered his vailed threat. I knew I was not going to come out of there alive and most likely become part of the land fill in a Jersey dump. Possibly one of the thousands of headless and limbless torsos that fill the morgues on the East Coast. What a drag, fly all the way out there, only to get whacked.

Go for the gusto eh. So while we were laughing at this joke of my possible demised, I went for it. While we was laughing, I already had my .45 in my hand under the table. Everyone was laughing, even his goons. And at that moment, I grabbed the collar of his shirt and jammed the .45 in his laughing mouth. Ba Da Bing.

His boys freaked out and as they moved towards me, I cocked the hammer back. they all froze. Mr. Wise guy was not so happy with me either and I think he was a bit distressed. He motioned his boys to back off since he knew I meant business. My life was at stake as well. and this was the only way I was going to leave there alive anyway. So what the hell.

We make our way into his office and I get the money for the debt. Granted, I should have just booked it, but I was already there and the risk was the same whether I got the cash or not. You can only be killed once anyway. I knew it was only a matter of time before one of his boys tried to be hero and pop a cap my direction. So I made every effort to explain to everyone that I was not going to die alone. I was taking “hero” with me in any event.

Here I am, backing out the door of this club house with all these goons with all their heat pointed my way. Their boss shaking his head as if to say, no no no no!. He was afraid to die but it did not matter to me. And as if this were one of them vintage 70’s slow motion endings, everyone opened up firing. Using the boss as a shield I bolted for the door, popped a few rounds and made my escape.

Later, I was dressing for the flight back home, course I was in Baltimore and far away from Jersey. I had the money and I was none the worse for ware. So it was a close call, “I’m just good”, I thought. Then I took a look at my nice silk shirt. There were bullet holes that seemed to go through the shirt. Entrance and exit holes in several places. There was powder burns on one side as well. Someone got in close and took a few shots.

I looked and looked but no, I was OK. Not a scratch. But there was 9 guys there and surely not all of them were bad shots. Later when I got back to LA, the ole man told me that he got a call from Jersey and was told that I was hit at least 6 times they knew of. “You got your money, but we got your boy in the process”, someone said to him. Guess someone did manage to get in close and pump a few rounds into my side. But how in the hell did I manage to survive? Even the boss in Jersey was made into a spaghetti strainer. He survived, but took in 5 rounds.

The ole man and I laughed it off and did not pay any mind to it. Only years later when I had my near death experience did I learn the truth. Sure I was shot at and yes they were close enough to kill me. But, it was not my time to die. In spite of myself, I was spared death. But this is not the first time I was in a gun fight and survived. I was shot at point blank range and only suffered powder burns, point blank!

Imagine, in spite of myself, the medicine of the Creator was working overtime to make sure I lived. Since the time of my NDE I kept asking these spirits, “Are you sure you saved the right guy?”. My question was, with all the good people around. Why was I spared death in light of the path I chose to walk? By the way, the NDE of mine was the third attempt by my ancestors to get my attention in life. The other two, I blew off. I’ll tell you about it sometime eh. Can you picture me in a Robert DeNiro posture, looking over at these spirits and saying, “Are you talking to me, are you talking to me”?

Did you see Monty Python’s, “Life of Brian”? Well, there is this scene where this guy, Brian, is standing near the Biblical Burning Bush. He can hear God speaking. Little does Brian know but God is speaking to Moses. Only Brian does not see Moses and thinks God is actually talking to him. I feel like Brian lots of times eh.

I always figured all this miracle stuff was for them goodies two shoes people. Them saintly ones who do the good stuff all the time. But a goon like me, naw. I never feared death, fact is, I almost welcomed it. Yeah Yeah Yeah, that self worth thing, get over it.

OK, this NDE thing did change my life, completely and it got me to go back to my people. When I told my family about my experiences in life and the dark journey as well as my epiphany or NDE. Them old buzzards already knew. Fact is, they knew in great detail of my life in general. The NDE was actually my journey into the land of the Creator. And while I was there, it was as if I lived a lifetime there. More on this on another manic episode. Take it or leave it, I don’t really care.

But what got to me was how my elders put things into perspective. They told me, that in life, people live and learn many lessons. We strive to discover all the faucets of our own medicine wheel, to become complete spirits and prepare for our journey whence we’ve learned the lessons we came to Earth for. Some lessons are very stark, some are not so stark. But they are lessons none the less. For some reason, I was fortunate to have walked the far corners of my medicine wheel and learned the consequences of the many paths I chose. And I walked many.

This NDE was the most humbling experience of my life and like I said, it changed me completely. I can’t begin to tell you about my medicine since that fateful day. But it’s good and I’ve helped many people since then. The old timers say, I came full circle in life and survived. And in a way, I can understand that now. In a way, I’ve come back to being that little Injun boy who talks to tree’s, animals and all that is nature. I know the power of the Creator first hand and know miracles happen everyday. And that destiny is something determined by the Creator period.

Been there, done that eh. And I have a million stories that will wow the imagination. But my stories are all about life and the human experience. And basically they are about life and how the spirit world interfaces with us all, in spite of ourselves. I’m an open book fore I’m a Storyteller and I speak of life and the misadventures first hand. Is there any other way?

I’m no different than any other skin who walked in darkness. But I’m
living proof we all can pick ourselves up by the loin cloth and move forward once we choose to get back on the Red Road. The Creator is ALL forgiving, but we need to learn to forgive ourselves. And society needs to get a grip and learn to forgive and quite labeling people by their past.

Once you learn the realities of the spirit world, the Creator and life on Earth in general…………………………..

“It’s ain’t nothing but a meatball Paisan”………………………Capice?

Ba Da Bing, Ba Da Boom, Ba Da Bang























Lies been told a million fold
The words went on for ages
Excuse was made, excuse was said
To mask the true intentions
They lied at will and shot to kill
Then raped an ancient people
Gold was all they ever sought
Their G*d was in approval

“An Inca here, a Maya there

And Oh, lets whack them Aztec’s

We’ll take their gold, a million fold

Then wipe them from existence”“We’ll burn their books, the smoke so high”

The truth will be the White Man’s Lie……..

Creativity is the byproduct of a fertile mind



























Posted: Wed Feb 28, 2007 9:28 am    Post subject:



As the stock markets take a hit, one of many to come. I can’t help but remember a few years back when one of our fearless leaders decided to alter the way the stock market receives sell offs or runs on the market. It was first come, first serve in a race to recoup losses when a company went belly up. Now, the market shuts off or closes if there is too much of a run on sell offs. This would attempt to stop the possibility of a crash like the one that occurred in the late 29′. It’s a “Check and Balance”……bs.

The reality is, you can buy into the market as you see fit. It’s called “free enterprise”. G*D bless America, land of Capitalism.

BUT if you decide you want out of the market due to economic or business reasons. To bad eh. If you decide to pull your dough-ray-mee out of the market the same time others do and the Feds thinks it’s to fast, you loose. The Feds will shut down the market. And it’s a guarantee Uncle Sam will take care of industries needs first, for the good of the nation of course.

Sure the Feds will “regulate” a possible stock market crash. The guise will be to save the country from a depression. Surely industry will have first priority. But John Q Citizen will be the one who ultimately takes it in the shorts. Therefore it truly is not a free market if the feds can “regulate” who gets their money back. Ultimately, the depression would occurred anyway. But the top dogs of industry who’ve squandered billions would still live a life of splendor.

This adjustment to how the stock market excepts sell off’s is only designed to save Wall Street and the thousands of industrialists who would leap to their deaths if everyone wanted their money back. If you think otherwise, you’re drinking to much fluoride in your water eh.

The US is living like an old western town, false storefronts with everyone gambling inside. And as we all know, the stock market is just another Crap Shoot. Snake Eyes are just around the corner eh.

If it makes you feel any better. The economic disasters we face in the future don’t hold a candle to the magnitude of Ma Earth’s Changes and all.

Here is a quick reality check since I have your attention.

Ma Earth is having her “season” if you did not already notice. Like the woman of Earth, she deals with mood swings as her body cleanses herself of ALL that causes her discomfort physically and spiritually.

The Creator, like any other wise man, will stay clear while she is in her season. He will not interfere in her cycle since she was created with it in the first place. To the chagrin of many dogmas I might add…

Our job is to find our place within this matrix. Are we good bacteria or are we Republican Herpes infecting the core of humanity with their puss laden zosters filled with financial gain at the expense of others, deception, hatred, war and sorrow. Opps, sorry I lost control for a second.

Well you get my drift anyway, I hope, gawd. Either you’re a good bug or a bad bug, you’re walking the path or your not. The Creator sent enough messengers throughout the universe. Hopefully someone figured it out by now. This is the “Real Deal” and we’ve had more than our share of warnings. It’s time to pay attention.

Oh and by the way. Ma Earth is a modern gal in her own right eh. I venture to state she will most likely add a face lift to her agenda over the next few years. You “Nip and Tuck”, remove this, flatten that and get rid of that crap that smells like burning oil.

Your Devil’s Advocate










































Living in a silent rage

Posted: Thu Jun 14, 2007 8:29 am    Post subject:

“Living in a silent rage and ever so suspicious, I look at life through jaded eyes and live with broken wishes”

Creativity is the byproduct of a fertile mind






















My ancestors came to me three times before I finally paid attention. The first two encounters were simply confrontational since I was still very bitter with life and the journey I was on. Things did not seem to matter since I considered myself dead to all society. My arrogant s or ego painted a picture of inevitability. I had forgotten to chose to ignore my reality and my culture. The world was hell bent on material consequence and power. When in Roma do as the Roman’s do.

The allure of power and loyalty was overwhelming for a once beaten down Native boy. The Native boy who learned at an early age that he was hated for the color of his skin. The Native boy who watched as men would try to treat his mom as if she were a sex object or less than other women according to society. The once innocent boy who used to love all there was in life. The boy who forever knew the feel of warm spit on his face, the memory that was forever etched in his psyche. The boy who bore the scars of a boxer before I was 9 years old, beaten almost every day of his life for 7 horrific years.

A million unanswered questions haunted me in life. But it all did not matter at this juncture. Driving across the desert in a Town Car, trunk filled with antiques and collectibles and a pocket full of cash, life seemed good. Everything seemed perfect, or was it. Always hitting the bottle of Crown Royal, maybe to silence the voices who tormented me or simply to ease the pain of like.

Then they came. At first, all I heard was a voice and the words were quite haunting, “There’s the boy who’s going to die”. I laughed to myself, “Yea sure, you can’t mess with Superman’s cape”. But the voice got louder, “THERE’S THE BOY WHO IS GOING TO DIE”. But this time, the voice seemed to echo deep within my soul. The voice echoed in the car as well. With anger I began to curse the voice. But it only got louder. So I turned the radio up, but to no avail, the voice drowned the radio.

As I sped down the highway, I began to notice 3 phantoms from my side vision. I ignored them as best as I could. But then, the voice was joined by another. Before long, there were three distinct voices, scolding me and saying I was going to die. Then I looked out the window and saw an old man. He was dressed in a red and white checkered western shirt, beaded ball cap and weathered khaki pants. His face was weathered by time and his eye’s were very piercing and he studied me.

At that moment, it did not occur to me that he was outside the car. The reality of his presents overshadowed this reality. I knew he was there, there was no question. And I had two guests in the car. They both looked at me with equal pall.

As if on cue, I began to feel a shortness of breath. I was beginning to breath as if my lungs were tightening. My breaths began to get very labored and I tried in vane to breath. Each breath became a gasp and I struggled. Then I decided to pull off the main road. I looked around me when I stopped the car, all the while struggling to breath. The men just looked on. My heart was racing as the oxygen levels began to lower. I knew I finally found my goal, death was approaching. But to die like this?

I grabbed an old blanket I had in the trunk and made a bed alongside the car and laid down. My feet began to tingle as if they were falling asleep. I grabbed my wallet and pulled out the pictures of my young family and relations. And for the first time since I was 14, I prayed. It was an awkward prayer since I had forgotten how. So I talked to the Creator and only asked him to watch over my family when I go. I knew where I had been and knew my fate. But I excepted it since I could not lie to myself. I only cared for the people who I was going to leave behind.

The tingling began to move down my legs. I laid back with the pictures and my ID next to my head since I was becoming weaker as the tingling got stronger. My hands began to tingle now. As I looked around, I noticed a fog in the distance. It was an odd fog since it was all around me but quite far. It seemed like a mile or so. the tingling crept-closer and closer as my breathing got harder and harder. My extremities were cold now as the tingling entered my torso. I felt like my lungs were going to burst as I labored to breath. Then just when I was about to scream in pain. The laboring stopped.

I found myself standing next to my car. “Hmmm, did I just imagine this?”, I thought to myself. Then I heard the voices, “No Carlos, this is real, your dead”. Then I turned around and saw the three old Native men. They just looked at me. I turned back to my car and there I was, splayed out on a blanket, my hand clutching the photos. “Wow, so this is death eh”, I thought.

So I walked up to these three men and they began to scold me. “We tried to talk to you while your were alive, but you would not listen. We tried in vane to get your attention but you would not heed our warnings. They went on about personal things and I was obliged to listen. I remembered the many instances they spoke of. All the opportunities to change my path. All the close brushes with death and ego filled endeavors I ventured. I did not have a snappy quick written retort.

Knowing I was not among the living, I asked them if they could possibly put me back in my body since I now realized the err of my ways. They informed me that they did not have this kind of medicine. Sorrow began to fill my thoughts as I pondered what my true fate would be. But I knew I was no cherry and knew my destiny would not be so spiffy. My mind filled with stories of death from the many dogma’s I researched in my life. I thought that I was going to fry like an egg if there was a hell. So I finally made the big time eh.

While we stood and looked at one another in this awkward moment. I noticed a glow from behind me. It lite up the night and shined on the faces of the old men, who I learned were my ancestors. I was somewhat frightened because of the look of surprise on their faces. My mind reeled with thoughts and uncertainty. Then I slowly turned around and noticed this big man. He was at least 9 feet tall. Dressed in some kind of flowing robe, white and saffron I believe. Had long hair sort of sandy brown and clean shaven.

I looked to my ancestors but I could not find an answer in their faces, only surprise. And this made me very concerned indeed. I mustered up the courage, turned and walked up to this big dude. I was fearful for the first time in my life as I approached him, but I was not one to back out of anything. I walked up to him and said, “Well who are you?”, after all I did want to know.

This big guy looked at me with a faint smile and said, “My name is Michael”. At that time, I turned to my ancestors and said, “Well at least he did not say he was Satan”, with a semi jocular demeanor. My ancestors seemed to roll their eye’s as if to say “Gawd, what a bonehead”. But there were no words, they only gave me this impression. But dang, I was kind of happy he did not say he was the Devil anyway.

This Michael guy extended his hand and I knew I had to reach for it. The moment I touched his hand, poof, I was out of there. It’s hard to describe how we flew or traveled. It was more as if everything around us was moving. Then I noticed a light of some kind. It was a beautiful blue green light, like sage on a full moon, but very brilliant with an intensity that drew me to it like a moth.

With the urgency of a child running to his ma ma, I went to the light. I was so drawn to it, I felt desperate to get close to this. Somehow, I know I belonged with this light. But as I approached this beautiful light, I began to have thoughts of my life on Earth. I began to remember everything. My thoughts went to all my actions in the past, everything. It was as if I was watching a video, but I watched this from the distinct perspectives. From my original POV, to the POV of an observer and that of the people I encountered. I was my own judge, jury and hangman. I could not lie about my actions. It was there in Technicolor.

Then I stopped my pursuit of this light since I now felt dirty and did not want to soil something so beautiful. I cried and felt so ashamed and knew I was not worthy of being in the presents of this light. But then I came aware of many things, like a major download of some kind. It was as if complete understanding came to me, not like Earth where we have to read or listen. It was like I came to know something in complete detail, like a game to remember.

The light is the Creator, a complete being and all about love and forgiveness. The Creator is not bound by Earthly consequences such as gender or race. The Creator is a being of pure wisdom, strength and beauty. The image so many dogma’s purport mankind is molded after is not the physical form, but that spark of life that comes from that light which is the Creator. All that lives in the universe has the spark of life that is of the Creator. Like the old timers always said, we are all related, everything with life is our relations. It was so clear to me.

My trance was broken when this Michael guy told me that I was not going there, but to remember this time and place. And believe me, I will never forget what I saw and experienced there. He grabbed my hand and my journey continued. But I still wondered, “Where am I going?”



























After thinking about it all. I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m over reacting just a bit eh. I better get over it since I should be used to this by now anyway. End Of Times, whatever….

This is not the first time Ma Earth cleansed herself of all that causes her discomfort. So it’s none of this chaos on all levels of existence … stuff for me eh. So what if the Pineapple Express will soon shut down when a rush of cold fresh water runs off the melting polar caps into the oceans. Just cause this event alone will alter the weather patterns for thousands of years and bring civilization to it’s knees with another Ice Age.

And ah, don’t worry about them Polar Bears. They will soon adjust to eating frozen meat since we will be like snack treats in the tundra. Mom and Popsicles so to speak.

On a positive note. Scientists discovered the advent of an Ice Age comes much swifter than once believed. Once it was thought Ice Ages came into being over thousands of years. Well, the fact woolly mammoths still had food in their mouths when a big chill froze them in their tracks showed it happened almost at once. Imagine, the starving Russians in Siberia were eating Mammoth meat back in the dayz of the Gulag Archipelago and it was quick frozen to retain freshness. Yummy.

Just imagine, 20,000 years from now. Little Rudy Zimmerman will be playing in the back yard when he discovers a mummified frozen human body in the snow. And it will be clutching a Wendy’s Cheeseburger. Most likely Wal-Mart Bags will be found around the body as well as an old New York Times. Give or take a few empty cans of Sprite.

The Headlines will read, “Bush Finally Convicted Of Crimes Against Humanity”

But in small print it will read, “But It’s To Late To Save Civilization”

Ain’t nothing but a meatball Paisan…

Ba Da Bing, Ba Da Bang, Ba Da Boom…


Your “Everything Is Rosy” Devil’s Advocate
Creativity is the byproduct of a fertile mind


































Nov 30, ’07 4:19 PM
for everyone


As we enter this holiday season it is hard to find joy when people are in the midst of struggle. The fact an Arizona auction house, (Allard Auctions, Mesa AZ.), could consider auctioning off Sioux Scalps on E-bay has spoken volumes about our reality. It is absolutely appalling that we (Native Americans) are still more a curio and a novelty item rather than human beings. Our women are still considered sexual items rather then givers of life by non Native men. With statistics where 7 out of 10 assaults on Native women are perpetrated by non Native men, it is hard to ignore. This statistic is shared in Canada as well. How could anyone be so callous and have total disregard for the remains of human beings? How could you place a price tag on the dismembered remnants of a person who was butchered in cold blood?

Then there is the on going struggle of the Western Shoshone Nation with the Treaty of Ruby Valley of 1865 which includes Mount Tenabo. They have been under assault over tribal land for many years as it is. Now a most sacred site, Mt. Tenabo, is under assault as gold fever enters the mix. I still think it’s ironic the company who wants to mine tribal land is named Cortez Mining Company though. As if the Shoshone Nation does not exist, this company is trying to influence the US Government into simply tossing out the Treaty of 1865. It’s only a bunch of Natives so why should we honor this silly obsolete document anyway? There is gold in them there hills and no sacred ground or ancient traditions should stand in the way.

Seems the policy of lying and reneging on treaties has been the norm since the time our people made first contact with these immigrants from across the Great Pond. Unfortunately for us, we actually took them for their word and thought they would honor this funny piece of paper called a treaty. Black Kettle, with the US Flag and the Flag of truce waving in the air, held up a treaty with “The Great White Fathers” signature on this paper. But Chivington and his band of drunken soldiers killed and butchered my people in a little place called Sand Creek, CO. Later our people were almost exterminated along the Washita River OK., by George Armstrong Custer. The atrocities told from our oral tradition is far more perverse and bloody then you will ever read in history books. Cutting the bellies open of expectant mom’s and carving out the still born infant then cutting them to shreds to the joy of his soldiers while saying, “Knits make lice” was bad enough. But for soldiers to take infants who still could not speak, have sex with them then cut them to pieces was yet another part of our oral history not in all the history books. And it gets much worse indeed.

And here we are in the 21st Century and the Shoshone people are fighting to make the US Government honor their treaty. It is absolutely appalling they should be struggling with this issue in the first place. How can this be happening when civilization is supposed to be so advanced and educated? How can this nation call themselves leaders of the free world when Native people are being subjugated, lied to and left to live in third world conditions? How can they save the world from tyranny when their actions mirror that of Adolph Hitler and Saddam Hussein in the treatment of Indigenous people within the confines of these boarders?

How could we possibly forgive and forget when we are still under assault from Corporate America and the public at large? Some people tell us to get over it and quite being such a baby. How can we forget the many treaties that never were honored or simply cancelled? How can we forget the billions owed our nations that simply have disappeared? Our children are dying of despair and found Meth and Alcohol to self medicate the PTSD’s that haunt every Indigenous person with the America’s and possibly the world.

Oh Canada and their judicial folly of dropping charges on 18 RCMP Constables for raping Native children simply because of the statute of limitations last year. I remember the case very well since there were protests in Vancouver over that issue. But to the chagrin of tribal leaders the Crown dropped all charges. Ask Salish tribal member and activist Kate Norris who rallied for justice there. The list of atrocities in Canada alone are outrageous to say the very least fore these are contemporary times we are speaking about. The redistribution of Natives kids to foster homes was a crime unto itself.

Then there are the Me’tis of Black Tickle Labrador, they have no running water or sanitation. Their entire economy thrust into limbo and all they wanted was access to the Trans Labrador Highway so they could spur tourism. Their location would have made a perfect tourist and sports destination if they were provided a link to this highway. They wanted to have a piece of the budding tourism industry Labrador and Newfoundland are currently promoting. I find this quite odd since it would appear the government are purposely trying to squeeze these people out because they live on prime land for development. To think Canada is catering to the big bucks tourist industry at the expense of this humble community is simply obscene. Why does progress have to be at the expense of Indigenous people world wide?

Take a long hard look at that diamond ring on your finger. Now take a long hard look at the workers in South Africa who’ve slaved in grueling inhuman conditions. The reward for their efforts may be a meal or two for their families. The real bounty is sold for nothing less than a king’s ransom. The World Bank had gleaned a handsome profit as rain forests disappeared in South America destroying traditional tribal land for Natives in that region. When they protested, they simply were machine gunned down and buried in mass graves. Their struggle never made public or in the mainstream media. Dare I mention the struggle of the good people of Ireland?

So it is not so easy to be joyous let alone forgive and forget when we are still under assault. We are the Indigenous people of the world and we come in all races and nations. We are dying from the ill effects of greed, cultural and religious differences as an ambivalent world looks on. And I am the voice of the voiceless.

Your Devil’s Advocate














You’ve heard about it on TV, the Silver Screen, gossip and Lofted commercials, Voices. Granted, I’m completely insane and I know it. BUT, within the Indigenous cultures from around the world, they know the existence of spirits, ghosts and the like fore there are many.

In my culture, we know the spirit world is alive and teaming with all kinds of spirits. And we also know that many of these entities are always trying to influence us in either a good way or bad. Depends on who is doing the influencing, we can get into all kinds of trouble if we don’t figure out who is who. And boy, did I get into trouble……

So here is my rendition of all this stuff eh. I learned this the hard way, by the way. Just because a spirit shows themselves to you and or has great medicine, like showing you the future, buzzing around and through walls, makes weird faces and dashes around the place saying profound stuff, does not mean they are good. So what if they show you some kewl things and do wild stuff. Don’t mean they are good.

Too many people get all ga ga over the fact they saw a spirit. Imagine, they just saw a spirit and they are all flipped out over it. Get over it. We are living in the time of Great Change and many spirits are going to make their presents known to us. Fact is, the spirit world in general will be interfacing with us more and more. That’s how it is. So don’t bank everything on a spirit who does, “what I call” parlor tricks and talks a good rap eh. Many of them goons can do it so don’t build a shrine or get a spiffy tattoo honoring this spirit. Also, don’t whack your neighbors because some spirit told you so. Gads.

Once you’ve gotten over the fact you saw something,”from the other side”. have the presents of mind to make a simply prayer to the Creator to verify if this dude is kewl or not. Simple as that. Too many spirits that don’t walk a good way have influenced and shared medicine to people on Earth with devastating effects.

It is my firm belief that people like Pol Pot, Adolf Hitler, Jim Jones, David Koresh and many many others got all ga ga over some bad spirit who showed and shared medicine to them. These bad spirits also gave these poor fools limited medicine so they could eventually hang themselves, along with the millions of victims they managed to take down with them. Course Custer and Chivington had help from spirits from a bottle, that’s another story.

Imagine how it would have been if Moses did not have the presents of mind to recognize a spirit from the Creator. The Angel of Death would have whacked ALL first born son’s in Egypt. All because he did not listen and do the lambs blood thing. I like this story since it’s also a good example of how mankind will be able to survive the coming changes, if they choose to believe it’s actually happening. And there is a good change many will not even know it’s upon us.

That’s right eh. I’ve been asked many times how we can survive the coming Earth Changes. Simply put, you have to be able to recognize spirits from the Creator and them bad guys. There is no actually safe place to be during the change. I don’t care what book you read or who says what. From my visions, I see Ma Earth doing a complete makeover and there will be no rock unturned. And personally, if I don’t make the cut during the change, Oh Well. I’ll be back in the spirit world from which I came. And I’m good with that. It’s way bitchen there and all my relations are there anyway. Ain’t nothing but a meatball eh.

But I also know we will have ample time to prepare both physically and spiritually. And I also know we will be warned of impending danger such as tornado’s, earth quakes and the like. Spirits will come to us with warnings like in Moses’s case. Some will be ancestors and others will be sentinels of the Creator. Depending on your dogma, you will also recognize the spirit that comes to you. BUT again, you have to have the presents of mind to make a simply prayer to verify if this spirit is actually of and from the Creator.

Spirits of the Creator will always sit by as you make your prayer for verification. After all, what better honor is there to have the Creator say your OK. While spirits that are not of the Creator will tell you things like, “Don’t bother the Creator now fore he is busy” or they will make vialed threats or even intimidate you. And if you never had an encounter with spirits or truly are not aware. Chances are you’ll buy into it.

As for ghosts that reside just on the other side. Consider them training spirits since they are simply people without physical form. They are fueled by your fear. For every ghost you encounter, there is a completely different story as to why they did not completely cross. More on this on another manic session of mine. Oh the tales I can tell eh.






















Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 12:19 am    Post subject:

I’m not even going to debate if the Earth Changes are real or when it will get here fore it has already begun. “Like the thieves in the night”, the changes have already taken its toll on humanity. “The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse”, well dayum dudes and dudettes that’s the elements of the four directions, Earth, Wind, Water and Fire. Surely one does not need to go to seminary school to figure that one out eh. And like the proverbial snowball rolling down a slope, it is gaining momentum and strength daily as the changes become more and more apparent to all of mankind. If you don’t see it now, oh you will shortly. I can feel Mother Earth groan with disgust as man and his greed blanket the Earth with this gray pall of gloom and greed. And the ole gal is not a happy camper.

I get a kick out of the “bomb shelter boyz” as they prepare for Armageddon and the battle between good and bad. They have their guns, stores of water, food and these spiffy army like cars with camo zipping around all over the place chatting on their walkie talkies. They are ready for war. Hmmm, maybe they will kill themselves off. But like my elders tell me, the wars that break out will be over material things and these are not our battles. If you did not notice, the real war has already begun. That is the war between good and evil within the confines of the spirit world.

Take a good hard look around you. The family has taken a direct hit amidships and has been taking water for quite some time now. Many more of us than not are the survivors floundering in this turbulent angry sea of life. Though we may have material wealth, we truly have nothing but “stuff”. Yea can’t take with you, not even that sack of meat called a body. We are spirits anyway.

There is nothing wrong with “stuff”, just where mankind has placed it within their hearts. The bottom line has come to be the ultimate decision maker in all facets of life. Insurance companies determine what is “best” for a patient rather than the advice of a medically trained doctor. Rather than being concerned with the persons well being and quality of life, the insurance companies determine the fate of a person by what is more cost efficient. How special.

The blood of our young is being sacrificed for “stuff” and the vanity of a truly mad man who is obsessed with revenge for his father’s failure to get “stuff” in the first Gulf War. Since the public is getting more and more fed up with this bogus axiom of making nations “free”, oil companies have taken the high road of extortion and blackmailed a nation with high fuel prices. But not to worry since one day soon money will be worthless. Those army like camo cars will not run and walkie talkies will not work either. In desperation these “prepared people” will most likely whack anyone they see to, yes you guest it, take their “stuff”. I will sit in the woods with my pemmican munching away watching the fireworks. Why? It’s not my war and it’s not yours either. It’s already known from stories immemorial, from camp fire to camp fire that there will be few survivors. And not all will die from disasters, but from the hand of man as well. There is a saying I will share with you, “The greedy man will die of starvation in his sleep while using a sack of pinto beans as a pillow”

“So gosh Uncle Wally, how are we going to survive these tumultuous times in the future?”

It’s quite simply really. We have to prepare within our hearts. We need to try in earnest to alter the course of our own destinies and not worry so much about the Jones. We need to learn how to become human beings again. If we truly want to survive, we will need each other to pull it off, fore we will never survive alone. We’ll have to learn how to care for our fellow man. When it is all said and done, we will scan the landscape for others. We will find people of all colors who have made it through the changes. And we will become as one as we become family once again and forge a new tomorrow. Like the old ones say, “The old will blend with the new and we will go forward as a new people”

Personally, I call this time of change, “The Humbling Times” fore we have to be humble if we plan to survive or we will truly perish from the face of the Earth.

Remember that adage, “The meek shall inherit the Earth”. Has a ring to it eh.

And I’ll be sitting on a rock watching Armageddon while munching on some pemmican. Then I will return to my village and tell my people what I saw in the Valley of Greed.

Hu Ho!

Creativity is the byproduct of a fertile mind























Our Technological Achilles Tendon

Our Technological Achilles Tendon


Antikythera Mechanism

As our modern society bases everything on technology a religious parable comes to mind. Have we built our proverbial home on a foundation of sand rather than rock? When you consider how frail our technology actually is, it is not hard to conceive that modern man has placed their eggs in one basket. With millions of people tossed into the Stone Age from a winter storm electricity is not as dependable as once thought. Seems more and more people are experiencing power outages for extended periods of time these days. Without electricity even the most technologically advanced doodads will not function. And to think a grain of silicon sand is the corner stone of this technology.

With a hole in our magnetosphere 4 times larger than the Earth we should be a bit concerned. With our atmosphere filling with highly charged particles (ions and electrons) as we speak it’s only a matter of time before we experience wide spread power outages. Without the protection of our magnetosphere we are taking a direct hit from the sun. Scientists already predicted anomalous weather conditions and as we can plainly see, electricity is the first casualty. There are no green solutions for the impending disasters that lay in wait for humanity fore we are experiencing “The Perfect Solar Storm”. Whether you like it or not this event is out of man’s control.

Knowing what we do about solar storms and its effects on power grids you’d think we would get a heads-up about this situation. After all it is our tax payer buck that has financed all this scientific research. The cost of which has been astronomical to say the least. Though the data is available, you have to hunt for it. Scientists have warned us about many Earth changing events yet no one is listening. Opinion, politics and financial concerns have overshadowed real science with fanatical misconceptions and inaccuracies. And now, Americans are living in shelters as anomalous weather patterns plunge parts of our nation into a double digit deep freeze destroying power lines in its wake.

Fragile at best, electricity is the weak link in contemporary life. With questionable weather patterns as well as pending electro magnetic disasters technology will soon becoming unreliable. With the discovery of Galvanic Batteries and electronic devices in the ruins of ancient Egypt there is no question electricity was no secret to the ancients. Hieroglyphics depicted light bulbs with filaments according to engineers and Egyptologists. The absents of tell tale soot in dark caves clearly indicated there was a different source of light. Murals painted in these caves thousands of years ago were still pristine and did not show the usual signs of smoke damage. Did some unknown atmospheric anomaly stem the further development of this advanced technology? Or did the ancients simply loose interest in electricity? With more discoveries being made in ancient ruins across the globe it is clear we are not the first civilization to stumble across electricity or even the computer. The Antikythera Mechanism found in an ancient ship wreck off the coast of Greece was a sophisticated device that accurately mimicked the wobble in the moons orbit. Other precise astronomical calculations were discovered as well. Advanced knowledge of the cosmos by the ancient Mayan culture still baffles scientists today. So it is not hard to imagine our so called advance culture could face such an untimely demise of technology.

With our atmosphere filling with highly charged ions and electrons, electricity is sure to be compromised and all who placed their trust in the technological egg basket may soon find themselves in the dark. It was mentioned in many Indigenous prophecies that modern thing would become useless during the time of great change. If a snow storm can plunge 2 million people into chaos in the dead of winter, imagine what would happen if we are cast into another mini Ice Age. You remember what they say about building a house on a foundation of sand. Is it a metaphor? After all, we’ve built our technological empire on silicon sand. This may very well be mankind’s Achilles Tendon.

Your Devil’s Advocate
































Nov 27, ’07 3:00 PM
for everyone


In a way we are since corporations as well as our government does not seem to care about yet another group of indigenous people, go figure eh. Every once in a while we hear news about the drama that is unfolding in Burma. The wholesale murder of Buddhist Monks and the civilian population at large does not phase the world it seems. Corporate America has embraced China since they see dollar signs with this growing nation. A growing nation burns oil and gas to the joy of stock holders. They also need our technology as well. Even internet providers are chomping at the bit to glean a handsome profit in China. Like I always say, “it’s all about the money”

I have a friend from Burma and by no means has the media at large even got close to the realities of the holocaust that is going on there. We sit by and inadvertently support the death and destruction that is happening to these people. China has taken a very negative position in the Burmese people’s plight indeed since they are supplying weapons to feed the war of ideologies there. Innocent men women and children are being murdered by the droves while the world sits by and counts their chips. The stock market and investors in China’s economy do not want to upset the ole ox cart and piss of the Chinese Government by suggesting they influence the Burmese government into stopping the “Killing Fields” mentality.

Our Corporate Fascist Industrialists are lining their pockets with blood money as well as investors while people are being butchered. Course the plight of Africans has been a non issue as well. South America has been under siege forever it seems and well, we need not forget the Iraq debacle. When will the citizens of the world stand up and say a frigging thing? Guess that is why we are poised to feel the wrath of a more dynamic nature when Ma Earth kicks some bootie and sends us back to the stone age. And personally, I can’t wait. This New World Odor thing really smells big time.

After listening to my friend talk of all the horrors she endured before she made tracks to New Zealand the on to the US, I was without words. Tears filled my eyes as she described of first hand accountings that mirrored the stories from my people as we faced Chivington and Custer. It was a flashback of sorts since my people still feel the horror of our history. Imagine walking to school and having to step over dismembered bodies of men, women and children every day. Then hoping these butchers do not come into your village to do the same. Out of absolute fear she did not want me to mention her village or her tribe since the government monitors the internet as well. And they would wreak death and torture if they knew who to make an example of.

As we spoke I could see the terror in her eyes as she told me volumes of the carnage she personally witnessed while in her homeland. She told me of children marching in their school uniforms in protest only to be machine gunned down in cold blood. If you follow the money you would find that eventually it ends up coming out of our pockets as we finance China through industry and America’s policy of buying friend’s world wide. I believe we as a people should hold accountable these corporations that are swapping spit with China.

They could do more than just turn a deaf ear on the hopeless cries from innocent Burmese people. Oh boy that will be the day eh. If it’s all about the money, then we should follow the money and make a statement that seems to be the only way we can be heard anyway. Hit these industrialists in their pocket book and boycott every industry who does business in China until they stand up and use their big bucks to influence China into stopping the killing.

Yea sure, like that is going to happen. Sadly humanity is destine to go into the sewer as material lusting takes the helm of this and other nations all for the bottom line. Indigenous people are under siege world wide as Corporate America sits by and counts their chips and gleefully waits till the smoke clears so they can set up shop. It’s all about the money Paisans, simple as that. Who cares about Burma anyway? It’s just some puny country with a few plantations that England once dominated. They were our allies during WWII who fought and died along side American troops. Just a courageous people who looked to the US for help is all. But like other people who helped the US out in our time of need. We turn a deaf ear and worse we got a finish them off. It is shameful that these greasy corporations do nothing but line their pockets while innocent people die.

Ah, just another PTSD moment I guess, like spitting in the wind since nothing will happen anyway. Come on Earth Changes; please clean this filthy slate of this so called civilization. This has become a fetid existence where the bottom line overshadows human life. So I sit and burn my cedar and make prayers for all the indigenous people of the world. Maybe I’ll be able to hold back the tears when my Burmese friend vents her sorrow as she struggles with PTSD’s like the rest of the Indigenous population of the world.

It’s all about the money Paisans.

Bada Bing, Bada Bang, Bada Boom, Capice?

Your Devil’s Advocate

















MINDLESS RAMBLING, now that’s Kona…………

Posted: Sat May 26, 2007 11:43 pm    Post subject:

MINDLESS RAMBLING, now that’s Kona…………

This time of change has only just begun it’s brutal side and I mean brutal. Moose pellets are hitting the fan all over the world as them bad spirits put on the coal. Yea just got to remember the words of them old buzzards. The Earth Changes will be absolute and on all planes. That means we really need to pay attention since we will be under assault on many levels of existence by evil. Its the ‘Full Meal Deal” eh. In the Faiths begot by Abraham there is a passage of sorts that makes mention of brother against brother during the “End Times”. Well don’t drop the soap homies its going to get way worse before it gets better by a long shot. Seems old scams are coming back as well as new ones. Sadly, people are selling out lifelong friendships for relatively little monetary gain. Stick a quarter on the table next time someone comes over. Then check it when they leave. Your friend might have sold out his/her integrity for .25. Makes you wonder what else they swiped from you over the years. Then again, you might be delightfully surprised to discover your friend is truly honest, hmmmmmmmmm. Maybe he only takes large bills. It does hurt your heart when you discover these things in people you cared for. To realize they would actually steal from you even a quarter on the table, holay.

Guess I’ve been on the streets too long. I don’t trust a soul and I don’t mince words about it. On the streets its dog eat dog and anything goes because FAIR went out in the 30’s. If you get weak on the streets, your toast. From the shoplifter or hooker to the Capo or Crime Boss, you have to watch your back because nobody else will. When it comes down to it in the real world, you are on your own and that’s how it is.

Now that people are wigging out all over the place. Maybe folks will begin to realize exactly how intense this “Time Of Change” is going to get. If people are spazzing out over spook sightings, voices or other paranormal events now. They will be jumping out of windows when this paranormal thing really gets going. People get freaked out over cups or chairs moving around or some spook saying lame stuff. Just the presents of a human spirit is enough to make them huddle in a corner with a hand full of beads. Just the thing you don’t do, show or have fear. They are only us with no skin and fueled by fear. For whatever reason, they are there and that’s that. Spirits 101. Believe me, there are other spirits (and things) out there that will get your attention.

So lets see, finding out the worst in people is a biggie. It stings when its a REAL pal. And it only goes down hill from there sorry to say. The trick will be to separate yourself from the “Mania” since it will appear that everyone is trying to get into your pocket or “gain” something from you at your expense of course. Its almost funny in a way. Here I am walking a good path after a life on the streets and now the world wants to be a gangster. Find a few of your homies with their brains all over the wall or side walk sometime. It wont be so glamorous anymore eh. Ba Da Bing, Ba Da Bang………………………………………Ba Da Boom.

But yea know what? It ain’t nothing but a meat ball Paisan. It don’t matter what kind of spirit, human, meat/no meat or a spazzed out dude with all kinds of medicine. Just pray or ask the Creator within your tradition for help with these pinheads. It’s as simple as that. But the trick is to have absolute faith and don’t mix your medicine. Sometimes I’ll pray many times in a day. Just depends on whats going on or what I see. A ole Native once said; “Don’t be afraid to talk to the Creator”

And while your rapping with the Creator, burn some cedar.

Creativity is the byproduct of a fertile mind


























September 12th, 2007 by Buffalohair

As the crystal palaces of the economic empire shake with news of the falling dollar. One has to wonder what people were thinking as they invested or better put, gambled on the stock market (The Ultimate Ponzi Scheme). In essence people wagered against themselves as industries divested holdings within the borders of the continental United States. The primary reasons were to find cheap labor and to be free from the constraints of environmental laws hence a greater profit margin or bottom line. So thh was the case with a friend of mine who worked at the Van Nuys California GM Plant before its closing. He invested heavily in GM only just to sell them later since he was out of work. He lost it all as well as his marriage and eventually took his own life.

Greed has taken over where common sense once ruled. People have become more dollar wise but a penny short with their zeal to achieve the American Dream. But what was this dream really? To have everything Madison Avenue decided you needed or to keep up with the Jones? Was it to obtain power and control with the influence money offered? I venture to state “all of the above”. There is a saying that describes the hardships of the coming Earth Changes, “A once rich man will die of starvation in his sleep while using a sack of pinto beans as a pillow”.

So we sit here watching as the economic future of this nation is offered to the chopping block. The aces of this once totally independent nation have long since moved to other countries and now the hand is stacked against the good ole USA. Sadly, it was the American public that dealt this hand with the guidance and coaxing from Uncle Sam and their industry cronies, all because of greed. Remember that saying, “We reap what we sow”? I like this one, “You never get something for nothing”. Soon everyone will understand the true meanings of these anecdotes. But by then it will be too late.

I remember talking to the old timers who’ve survived the Great Depression. You remember them eh. They used to save all the glass jars they could find. They also told me that this country was making the same mistakes and soon we would be back in another Depression. And when they finally crossed over into the Land of the Creator their family members would wonder why the old buzzard saved everything including tin cans.

On the bright side, during the Great Depression people would flock to the theaters. The motion picture industry actually held the country together. Movie goers would fantasies about how life could be as they watched on the silver screen to escape their reality. And just outside the theater, soup lines would fill the streets with starving American’s.

I asked my ma how the Depression was for Natives, she looked at me with a long hard stare without a word and tears came to her eyes.

Have a nice day!

Your Devil’s Advocate,










Idle No More – A Poem – Fostered Hope

idle no more


Fostered Hope

In times of old when we were free, and traveled with a subtle breeze.

This land of birth had no disease, and all we felt was life at ease.

Bison roamed a million fold, and in our way, that was our gold.

He served us well, both young and old, his all of wealth, from stories told.

Our wine of choice was of a spring, we shared our life with everything.


Oh Mother Earth and Father Sky, please save us from this white man’s Lie.

His ways of hate and words of quick have left our people sad and sick.

He’s killed the beasts that ruled the plains, and gave us booze that rot our brains.

Those words of quick have hurt our sight, and pushed us to this time of plight.

Our children walk in endless night, fore they have lost the path of light.


Make well of us and land gone strange, and bring back life to the barren range.

Return the water that we may drink, and clear our minds so we may think.

Return the spark of life’s sweet fire, and give new hope for those we sire.

Make good this land that has gone strange, and foster forth this Time of Change.





























Coldplay – Paradise (Peponi) African Style (ft. guest artist, Alex Boye) – ThePianoGuys














































China-owned pipeline leaks 5 million liters of oil emulsion in western Canada

A pipeline belonging to a wholly owned subsidiary of China’s oil giant CNOOC Ltd. spilled five million liters of bitumen in the oil-rich province of Alberta,…































































































































































Antonio Sanchez via Occupy Democrats


Pres. Carter: U.S. Now An ‘Oligarchy’ Where ‘Unlimited Political Bribery’ Is Path To Presidency

More and more public figures are beginning to speak out against the unparalleled role of dark money in modern American politics, and people are beginning to…



















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Greeks Laugh As Bankers Beg Depositors To Return Money












Comment: I’m genuinely gutted for the Greek people. They have been well and truly shafted again by their own PM, the EU & the IMF.


















Meet the Goldman Sachs banker who got rich getting Greece into the euro:

David Icke's photo.














Greek prime minister Alexis Tsipras ‘beaten like a dog and crucified’ by EU sanctions








Carlos TheZilla published an article on WordPress.

2015 Bilderberg Conference Review: Collapse and False Flags with Daniel Estulin…/2015-bilderberg-confere…








UK Column News 31st July 2015







Even in 2015 It is still our Home Land!

Jag Ensing's photo.
Jag Ensing's photo.





Yes, In protecting their land! They really are fighting for their home land! Even if only over seas protecting poppy plants seeds for Big Companies :( frown emoticon

via Lakota Country Times

As Mount Rushmore celebrates Independence Day, South Dakota’s other great memorial will have its own unique commemoration.|By Max B. O’Connell Journal staff








Antonio Sanchez via Indian Country Today Media Network.

American Patriotism Is a Cult: Why I Hang My Flag Upside Down

A Native view on American patriotism (and please don’t forget, it is OUR country, not yours).



I am not a patriot to a flag; I’m a patriot to a land.” – Winona LaDuke














Oops Wrong Country!!!!!! Sorry About That Folks! :(


Antonio Sanchez shared Linda Nothing-Heni’s photo.



Essentially there always has been some politics and war behind the message. Where did the “love” part behind Christian message go?

Comments: Jage

As much as the Catholic Church has played around with their Bible sticking in their god Amon/ Amen every where so people would show this pagan god respect:( Then they place his private parts in the center of their City Squares. They mix up the Geography of , was that in Egypt?  In periods of foreign occupation, the Sinai was, like the rest of Egypt, … Peninsulas of Asia; Peninsulas of Egypt; Geography of Western Asia. On where an order was said to take place and they move it’s meaning to every place they visited and lust after. frown emoticon ‘ See the Devil made me do it ! It is here in your Bible, see right here in print!’


This is a good example of a ‘Oops wrong Country!’


















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Carlos TheZilla published an article on WordPress.

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UK Column News 3rd July 2015 – News the Queen, Zionists and Pedophiles Don’t Want You to Hear…/uk-column-news-3rd-july…


















As you barbecue your brats and burgers….food for thought this farce of July.

Orpheus's photo.

On April 8th spring of 1756 Governor Robert Morris of Pennsylvania offered cash bounties for the scalps of Delaware and Shawnee people. In front of a large group of people on the steps of Philadelphia’s courthouse Morris announced huge bounties for any subjects willing to “pursue, take, kill, and destroy the Delaware Indians” in volunteer scalping parties.

He would pay 150 Spanish pieces of eight for men over 12, 130 Spanish pieces of eight for women and children, 130 Spanish pieces of eight for scalps. These scalping parties were “the only way to clear our Frontier of Savages” according to Morris’s councilor James Hamilton. As a result, hundreds of innocent Native Americans were killed.

Dozens of Indians sculpted and killed in the winter of 1874 by the Pegans. All were riddled with bullet holes & every one scalped. Most of them had their shirts & every one had a gash in their side. Bodies were shriveled up and skin was rotten.

No less then 800,000 Indians “disappeared into extinction” since 1900.
40,000 to 100,000 died, 1957-68.
The Indian population of Brazil declined from a half million in 1900 to 80 thousand in 1957 to 50 thousand in 1973. Whether the 450,000 missing Indians were assimilated or exterminated is not certain, but a significant number were probably victims of genocide.

Indian population of Brazil declined from 1.0M to 0.2M between 1900 and 1957, a net loss of 800,000 Porter estimates that 100,000 Brazilian Indians were victims of genocide during the 1960s.
87 Indian tribes in Brazil went extinct between 1900 and 1957 (Out of an original 230) This, by the way, is the authoritative study of Brazilian Indian population, which is why every other author discussing the decline of Indian population uses 1957 as a milestone.



























































The provision was tucked in a 1,648-page bill that was approved in the final days of the last session of Congress.













Well…. you know what Independence Day meant for Natives, right?

Clam Chowder, Corn, Lobster: Fourth of July Summer Classics Were “Borrowed” From Natives

Did they “borrow” our soup, too?


Carol Lopez, Mashpee Wampanoag tribal elder, demonstrates her cooking skills with Quahog Chowder. (Judith Goetz)
Carol Lopez, Mashpee Wampanoag tribal elder, demonstrates her cooking skills with Quahog Chowder. (Judith Goetz)
Carol Lopez, Mashpee Wampanoag tribal elder, makes jewelry and other works of art from the quahog shells, the source for wampum. (Judith Goetz)

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