I Know Where Bodies Are

When I say I know where bodies are, it's not a figure of speech. I know where bodies are. The bones tell me, their prayers carried on the wind, through the waters. It's a shame no one will listen. Please consider supporting my work through Patreon and ask yourself why tribal leadership and law enforcement... Continue Reading →

The Hypocrisy in Indian Country and #MMIW

The above is an example of imagery used by groups and individuals who want to create more awareness around the Missing and Murdered Indigenous Women phenomenon. Here Senator Klobuchar poses for holding a poster presumably in support of a non-profits work in 'bringing awareness' to the larger population about Missing and Murdered Indigenous Women. The... Continue Reading →

The Boys Scouts Debacle

Perhaps the Boy Scouts revelations have brought us to a turning point? Boy Scouts deluged with 92,700 sexual abuse claims, dwarfing U.S. Catholic Church’s numbers https://www.latimes.com/california/story/2020-11-16/boy-scouts-sexual-abuse-claims-top-88000-bankruptcy For generations we have raised people into adulthood who thought they could sexually traumatize other generations. Then, we agreed —for very discreet reasons—to protect the perpetrators and not the... Continue Reading →

We Do This Together

  A Facebook connection shared this earlier today, written by a third party: No one is coming to save you, but it is not because you are unloved. To the contrary: You are so revered, so adored, so magnificent, that to send to you a savior would be to destroy your opportunity to become what... Continue Reading →

Patience and Murder

In the summer of 2017, a young woman from Helena, MT, asked me to put my gifts to work in solving a murder committed six years before that. I figured, "Why not?" At the time, I was beginning what I thought was going to be my first book and getting away from research seemed a... Continue Reading →

Standing Rock and The Fuckery

As I crisscrossed the country the rest of 2014, with my first stop being the Marias River massacre site others, long dead according to written history, begin introducing themselves. Sometimes individually as did Sitting Bull and other times en masse. Until they introduced themselves, I had no intellectual or known spiritual connection to them. They... Continue Reading →

Living with a Price on My Head

There’s trust and then there’s trust. It’s one thing to live in the understanding that that all of creation is supporting you. In theory. When it comes to the life and death experience of knowing someone, somewhere would like you killed, trusting and the lack thereof become pretty clear.  ************************************************************************ This is an excerpt from... Continue Reading →

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