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 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 →
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 →
This is why I will not stop. https://youtu.be/UxZshVvd5gI
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 →
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 →
“Don’t give up…please don’t give up on us.” In Mother Mary and Walking Away, I shared why I did not kill myself in February 2018 in my desperate exhaustion after six months steeped in The Fuckery. It was not the first time she had appeared in my world but it was one of the more... Continue Reading →
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 →
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 →
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 →
