Baby taken from mother after vaccine reaction

Story here.

Note that the mother is a nurse herself and before this, was not against vaccination. Her son was scheduled to receive the Gardasil 9, and her daughter, other vaccines.

So the all-too-predictable happens and the poor child exhibits typical reaction symptoms afterwards and the poor mother is blamed!!

It doesn’t escape my notice that she is Hispanic.  We have read of Native mother having their children taken away from them for a) not getting their child vaccinated, or b) getting their child vaccinated and then when they start having health issues, blaming the mother for abuse!  Unreal!

 

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What is left out of the pain discussion…

I’m able to listen to the insanity on TV again…you know, sometimes silence is a gift…

So as I am listening of the “opioid epidemic” discussion on the nooz  and again wondering why they are suddenly discovering this when it has been KNOWN for sometime…and I can’t dismiss that Big Pharma owns the nooz, so how are they benefiting from this? What is the hidden agenda?

As I am listening to this and the nooz reports do not address the natural methods of pain relief…one of which I have talked about — coffee enemas.  These non-narcotic enemas relieve pain. They help the liver in detox, aiding the body to rid itself of the toxins were are exposed to every day.  It is really criminal for physicians to write prescriptions for these addictive drugs that actually poison the system and not telling people about coffee enemas.  But then they wouldn’t be helping put billions of dollars into Big Pharma’s pockets…

Does anyone believe the story that Merck Manual, which is a reference for physicians, removed coffee enemas from their guide because there wasn’t enough room? Me neither.

For those who are new, a coffee enema is a tablespoon of organic coffee in a quart of filtered water.  Boil for five minutes.  Allow to cool so you won’t burn yourself.  Place in enema bag.  Use soap or natural oil to lubricate the tip.  Try to hold it for fifteen minutes, but don’t try to hold it in when you get the urge to go.  At first, you may only be able to hold it for five minutes, depending on how toxic you are.

Be sure to eat raw fruits and vegetables to replace minerals and electrolytes.

See Gerson Therapy for further discussion.

Be well, my friends.

 

Sea World continues to hold Tillikum captive **edited

Eagle

instead of transporting him back to his native waters in the Pacific Northwest.

I love how they continue to portray themselves as giving a rat’s behind on Tillikum’s health and how they spin keeping him isolated in marine jail (medicine tank).

How can they justify 30+ years of keeping him caged?

Take him back to his native waters where he was stolen from…let him live free for what time he has left.  As I said before, they are probably worried that he would actually improve being  released from marine prison…

To those of you that pray or send Light and Energy, please do so for Tillikum…and all caged animals.

**Edited to add:  found this link about the story.  Note that Sea World launched a million dollar Public Relations campaign to boost its image…instead of doing the right thing by using that money to transport Tillikum back to his native…

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Looking white and being Aboriginal

Now that I know I have Native blood, I find that I am having these same feelings. I want to know about my ancestor — who was he or she? What tribe did they belong to? How did they live? How and when did our families come together?

Warrior Publications

regan-burden-dennis-burden-salmon-fishing Regan and her father Dennis Burden, pleasantly surprised while checking her salmon nets. (Dennis Burden/Facebook)

Rude comments spark identity crisis that took months to get over

By Regan Burden, CBC News, June 21, 2017

It was a beautiful summer day in downtown St. John’s; my friend was working a food truck and on my way to work, I’d often stop to say hello, maybe grab a poutine to eat on my way to work.

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Nebraska does the right thing…

On a happier note, Nebraska denied the liquor licenses of the liquor stores in a one-horse town that was selling to the Native folk across the border at Pine Ridge Reservation, even though Pine Ridge is a dry reservation.

When the radio news announced this in April, and the liquor store owners threatened to appeal, I thought that I would be hearing of the rich store owners getting their way, via their sleazebag attorneys. As of today, I have not heard any different.

You might recall that I had a conversation with an activist at Standing Rock.  She had said that she and Native mamas with their babies in strollers formed a line across the road, blocking the liquor truck making deliveries.  The minute the driver saw them, he turned his truck around.  Pretty cool.

The activist knew that he would return the next day, but for that day, they had stopped the genocide-by-bottle.

Let’s hope, for once, the Native folk win one and this ruling sticks.

A dream of planes crashing

Okay, folks, I had a prophetic dream last week, but I was reluctant to say anything…

…but then I thought of the Potawatomi Indians of Indiana and them telling me to honor my dreams and visions.  If you recall, I had not told anyone that I was having dreams and visions and I did not know any of them personally before they urged me to honor my dreams and visions.

The reason I didn’t want to write about it is because there were some important details left out and even though I prayed asking for more details, none have been forthcoming.  As always, these dreams occur just before I wake up.

So I’ll tell you what I saw:

I and my boyfriend were in what felt like my apartment…it felt like home, but it sort of looked like an airport observation lounge.  We were the only ones in there.

Suddenly, a large plane, like a 747, comes roaring in — much too fast for a safe landing, and the landing gear was not down.  There was a man — a bad man — who was running down a sidewalk right next to the runway, and the plane “buzzed” him, it was flying so low.

It skidded on the runway, sliding and then crashing further down the runway.  Another plane followed, but it was going crossways across the runway.  It also was going waaay too fast before it, too, crashed.  More planes crashed, all too fast, as if the pilots had no control and they were being pulled downward.  Planes were crashing one on top of another.

It was dirty, too, like there was a dust storm.  Or perhaps a volcano had exploded.  It just looked eerie, with no color, only brownish-gray.

My boyfriend and I realized something was terribly, terribly wrong and started to run down a stairwell…but then realized that was not safe.  It felt like water was coming up, but I could be wrong.  It just felt that there was danger down below, as well, so we ran back up the stairs.

Unfortunately, that was all that I was given.  No info on where this was supposed to occur.  No info on when this was supposed to occur.  All I know is it felt like a prophetic dream.  Sorry that I couldn’t get more information.

 

World Peace Day

On a more positive note…

It is World Peace Day.  But we can’t have peace if women are still seen as “less than”.  We are equals in God’s eyes–not above men, not beneath men.

The world is out of balance and not respecting women and the feminine.  When women are respected for their God given gifts of prophecy and giving life, for nurturing, for caretaking…then we will have peace.

I truly believe that we are sorely in need of nurturing in our world…that we are craving that nurturing that is missing…