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 →

Introduction to Into the Lion’s Den: A Shaman’s Journey into the Underworld of the Sinaloa Cartel, Indian Gaming and Sex Trafficking in Indian Country

This book is the story of truths that want to be acknowledged and remembered even when there are those that want to disarm and disbelieve it or leave it behind. These truths include history that many have long forgotten, the significant pain experienced by multitudes across generations, and how those things intersect in the modern... Continue Reading →

Mother Mary and Walking Away

The first time I thought about walking away was on October 17, 2017. That was the day that we received confirmation from dental records that the young woman I thought I was going to find in Phoenix was dead long before I got there. Her mother delivered the news while I was in Ajo, Arizona,... Continue Reading →

They’ve Made Me Write Before

More on Into the Lion's Den: They, these Old Ones and Others in my world, have made me write before. In the summer of 2016, after Beings from everywhere had come for weeks, waiting, I wrote Clarion Call, a blog post where I outed myself as the reincarnation of Jesus. The words flowed from my... Continue Reading →

Prologue to Into the Lion’s Den: A Shaman’s Journey into the Underworld of the…

This is a second draft of the prologue to Into the Lion's Den: A Shaman's Journey into the Underworld of the Sinaloa Cartel, Sex Trafficking and Indian Gaming ************************************************************************************************** In the autumn of 2018, I met with a female elected Representative of the Blackfeet Tribe in Montana. I asked to meet with her, hoping that... Continue Reading →

The Bones Whistle on the Wind

Calling themselves home? 44.3534, -108.1300 53.9169, -112.6852 -23.0170, -46.8699 49.2274, -122.2760 38.8891, -78.0758 41.2633, -70.0526 17.7265, -101.5290 30.2712, -81.7529 48.7990, -122.4500 44.48, 34.1256 48.1714, -124.2799 35.3812, -97.4749 33.0088, -83.3681 50.739389, -114.31611 44.14, -103.197 30.2712, -81.7529 47.0343, -122.9690 53.9169, -122.6852 46.6012, -111.8910 34.1273, -79.1084 17.6417, -108.552 17.7265, -101.5290 46.8980, -122.5600 40.8628, -77.3913 46.8980, -122.5600 48.7990, -122.4500... Continue Reading →

When You Put on Your Regalia…

When you put on your regalia, can you see the disconnection between your dance for the Creator and the Mother and how you bait, broker and buy the Creator's and Mother's daughters for others to discard once used? If not, that's something you may want to sit with if you can stand the silence within... Continue Reading →

New Book Information and Ask

For those interested in the book that's a slow work in progress, I'm asking that you go to my Patreon page. It is open to the public and I'm open to new Patrons, so if you can join in that way, I'd appreciate it. I actually began it in the spring of 2017 when I... Continue Reading →

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