The Sacred Tree of Life **edited and pinned


For all the people of the Earth, the Creator has planted a Sacred Tree under which they may gather, and there find healing, power, wisdom and security. The roots of this tree spread deep into the body of Mother Earth. Its branches reach upward like hands praying to Father Sky. The fruits of this tree are the good things the Creator has given to the people teachings that show the path to love, compassion, generosity, patience, wisdom, justice, courage, respect, humility and many other wonderful gifts.

The ancient ones taught us that the life of the Tree is the life of the people. If the people wander far away from the protective shadow of the Tree, if they forget to seek the nourishment of its fruit, or if they should turn against the Tree and attempt to destroy it, great sorrow will fall upon the people. Many will become sick at heart. The people will lose their power. They will cease to dream dreams and see visions. They will become unable to tell the truth and to deal with each other honestly. They will forget how to survive in their own land. Their lives will become filled with anger and gloom. Little by little they will poison themselves and all they touch.

It was foretold that these things would come to pass, but that the tree would never die. And as long as the Tree lives, the people live. It was also foretold that the day would come when the people would awaken, as if from a long, drugged sleep; that they would begin, timidly at first but then with great urgency, to search again for the Sacred Tree.
The knowledge of its whereabouts, and of the fruits that adorn its branches have always been carefully guarded and preserved within the minds and hearts of our wise elders and leaders. These humble, loving, and dedicated souls will guide anyone who is honestly and sincerely along the path leading to the protective shadow of the Sacred Tree. (from The Sacred Tree: Reflections of Native American Spirituality.)

If you read the book of Daniel, chapter 4, it speaks of a giant tree whose roots reached to the center of the earth.  This tree was cut off, supposedly by  a messenger from heaven.

Daniel tried to claim that the tree was King Nebuchadnezzar and the tree cut off meant his kingdom was coming to an end.

I have a lot of issues with this passage.  It describes cutting off the trees branches.  Now where have we seen that recently?  The supposed tree goddess who mated with baphomet is represented in cemeteries as a stone tree with its branches and its top cut off.

I had issues with that story from the start, because the satanists supposedly worship her along with baphomet.  satan hates the sacred feminine.  It didn’t make sense that they would worship a feminine deity.  But after reading Daniel 4, and how they cut off the tree’s branches, as is seen with statues of the tree goddess, it came to me that perhaps King Nebuchadnezzar was actually satan on earth before he became arrogant and thought he was God, the Creator. He was, after all, king over Babylon.

After all the lies told to us, I have to rethink everything, so this makes sense if you look between the lines.

Perhaps that sacred tree is right here and is the difference between losing Earth to the evil ones who want to destroy her, and those of us fighting against the evil…

Perhaps she is dying and needs prayers for God/Creator to return her to the way she was before evil came?

Perhaps if she is returned to her original state, God/Creator will wipe evil off of earth?



Repaying a debt owed

Here’s an idea:  why not give them their land back?  They were being persecuted for praying to the Creator in their own way.  They laid down their weapons as they were told.

And then they were shot.

Babies were shot.

Children were shot.

Women were shot.

Elderly were shot.

Unarmed warriors were shot.

This site is not for gawking by tourists.  It is a site of a massacre!  There are still members of their families scattered throughout the grounds there…dying where they were shot.

The very least one could do to right a terrible tragedy is donate the land back to them.

Out of Indiana

…so I escaped out of Indiana.

It was so bad that a sheriff’s car was somewhere along the route as I went about my business in town.  Then the state police started showing up at the grocery I frequented almost every time I was there.  I went to the hardware store…there one came in the back door as I was entering a side door.

The Watchers continued attacking me and my sis’ doggie with directed energy.  It was happening in my sleep, not allowing me to rest for a week.  Doggie was continuing to have episodes where she was so weak she could not walk outside, her favorite activity.

But the gangstalking has not stopped.  I have people waiting for me when I leave from praying on the mountain.

An example of the harassment:  a woman with a thick southern accent proclaims loudly “robins are ugly” (It is a trigger because boys called me “ugly” “dog” and “goon” when in sixth grade.  Day after day.  While a group of girls laughed at them humiliating me.)

Another was reading the sign posted at the entry:  Please respect Native Americans and stay on the trail.  She emphasized stay on the trail very loudly.  Well, if you come here to pray, if you stay on the trail, you will get run over.  And you will have no peace when praying.  **it’s interesting that they site having concern for the Natives, because if they truly respected them, they would not allow climbing on her and they would change the name to the Natives requested.

Another was waiting as I exited to get a picture of me on her cell phone, then immediately sent the pic to…whomever.  She wasn’t at the parking lot when I got in my vehicle, so I watched her exit, and sure enough, she looked directly at my vehicle after sending my pic to her fellow nazis.

As I was leaving, a man in a black truck with parking lights on stuck his thumb in the air.  If you recall, I just blogged on the two women gangstalkers in Indiana having their parking lights on with one knocked out.  There was the guy in Plymouth who gave me the thumb’s up sign one rainy day when I had my lights on.  One of the lights was out, so he thought I was one of the creeps.

I have been followed EVERYWHERE I go.

This for an unarmed grandmother who wants to pray and save this world from this evil.