First Nation’s Man Who Named Queen of England in Abduction Dies

This man was to testify as a main witness to the abductions of children at the Kamloops and Mission Indian residential schools in October, 1964.  He says that Queen Elizabeth and her husband showed up at the school without fanfare and that there was a picnic to which some of the children including himself went to, with the Queen and her husband Philip.  He says that the Queen and her husband left with some of the children and that he never saw those children again.

The schools were run by the Roman Catholic Church at which Combes alleged that many of the children were tortured and abused and described his own abuse of being put on a rack and having several bones broken.  He witnessed a little girl being thrown off a roof to fall to her death and he saw two of the priests burying a child in an orchard on one occasion.  Here is his testimony:

"I am an Interior Salish spirit dancer and am 58 years old. I live in Vancouver, Canada. I am a survivor of the Kamloops and Mission Indian residential schools, both run by the Roman Catholic church. I suffered terrible tortures there at the hands especially of Brother Murphy, who killed at least two children. I witnessed him throw a child off a three story balcony to her death. He put me on a rack and broke some of my bones, in the Kamloop school basement, after I tried running away. I also saw him and another priest burying a child in the school orchard one night.

In October, 1964 when I was 12 years old, I was an inmate at the Kamloops school and we were visited by the Queen of England and Prince Phillip. I remember it was strange because they came by themselves, no big fanfare or nothing. But I recognized them and the school principal told us it was the Queen and we all got given new clothes and good food for the first time in months the day before she arrived.

The day the Queen got to the school, I was part of a group of kids that went on a picnic with her and her husband and some of the priests, down to a meadow near Dead Man’s Creek. I remember it was weird because we all had to bend down and kiss her foot, a white laced boot. After awhile, I saw the Queen leave the picnic with ten children from the school, and those kids never returned. We never heard anything more about them and never met them again even when we were older. They were all from around there but they all vanished.

The group that disappeared was seven boys and three girls, in age from six to fourteen years old. They were all from the smart group in class. Two of the boys were brothers and they were Metis from Quesnel. Their last name was Arnuse or Arnold. I don’t remember the others, just an occasional first name like Cecilia and there was an Edward. What happened was also witnessed by my friend George Adolph, who was 11 years old at the time and a student there too. But he's dead now."

William Combes was the sole survivor of a group of three aboriginal witnesses to the royal abductions.  The Rev. Kevin Annett, Human Rights activist and writer, had seen William about 10 days before he died and said he looked very healthy, in fact better than ever, he said.  Combes mate, Mae, said he'd just been assigned a new doctor who wanted him to check-in and stay at the hospital for some tests.  There at the hospital, his health began to immediately deteriorate. He died suddenly of a still-undisclosed cause.  The coroner will not disclose what William Combes died of.

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My Native Roots

 When I was growing up I was told I was part Osage Indian, one quarter.

My father was given away when he was an infant, to his mother’s sister to raise.  Supposedly, his mother didn’t want a boy.  I met her once, when she came with a husband and two children, both a boy and a girl, to visit, about the only contact any of us ever had with her.  When she died I recall my mother telling me she’d left each of us $1.00 in her will, then told me it was an insult and that the woman had effectively cut us out of her will by doing so.

The aunt that brought him up also had two daughters, and at Christmas time when my father was a boy he would see them get new bikes and things while he got nothing.  This is what my mother narrated to me about what he had shared with her about his experience.

His father was a Native American which he knew little about.

Upon asking him about the Osage Indians, when I was a child, I recall him saying “Those are the Arkansas Indians, honey”.

My mother said to me once that I was very lucky to have my dad for a father, and she quoted statistics about children who are sexually abused, one out of five.

Indeed I was very lucky to have my father for a father, who was a very good man, and humble.

I once looked up information about the Osage and found a page about them, but it said they were in Oklahoma, not Arkansas.  I saw pictures of people but could not resonate.  Those in the pictures were older people and they looked so beleaguered and broken, like the life force had been sucked out of them, and not quite of the spirit as I would have imagined.

I wanted to ask my father more about it.  He was getting on in years and retired living over a river in Arkansas, the White River.  I called him and what he told me shook up my world.  He said he’d been talking to his aunt and whatever it was she told him made him believe that in fact we were probably Sioux, not Osage.

I was upset hearing it.  How can you go from being Osage, thinking you were Osage all your life, then hearing now that you’re Sioux after all?

I went to work and shared it with a lady I worked with.  She grew up on the rez… a rez in Michigan, I believe it was.  She was like “Ah, hey, it’s all the same.  Sioux is a Nation, Osage is a tribe”.  So, I was satisfied in that… I guess, so I went on, now believing it must be Osage/Sioux that was my blood.

I talked about my dad’s father with my aunt in Arkansas many years ago who shared with me some information about my father’s father.  She said his name was Davis and he lived on a river in Arkansas.  I’m not sure which river she told me, and maybe she said it was the Arkansas River, and I’m not sure now if she said he lived on a house boat, but I think she did.  She’s passed away now and so has my father so I can’t ask again.

It wouldn’t be long before my world would be turned around again, concerning my Native heritage.

SS, he is a member at a forum I used to belong to.  He had posted about the Lost Cherokee of Arkansas, Cherokees on the Arkansas River, from which he also has Native blood, along with a link to their webpage, the webpage of the remnants of this Cherokee tribe who are trying so hard to get status and recognition.  When I’d read at their site, it seems they were having some trouble with the Chickamauga, whom they said were stealing their claims and being deviant, dishonest, and treacherous.

So, there are Cherokee Natives in Arkansas?  

I recall I had wanted to share the Cherokee Morning Song with SS, previous to this.  When I clicked the link he posted and went to the site, the Cherokee Morning Song was playing.  I thought ‘Well, SS has already seen and heard it then’.

My father was going by the best of his knowledge I’m sure, which was scant at best.  He never had a computer or Internet and could not have done research by means of the Internet which is such a vast resource.

Lost Cherokee of Arkansas and Missouri


Cherokees on the Arkansas River

Who We Are

In the early 19th century, the traditional boundaries of the Cherokee began to be pushed from the eastern U.S., west across the Mississippi River to Arkansas and Missouri.

Through a series of moves by the federal government, the Cherokee would be moved again to Oklahoma.  

However, many stayed on the Arkansas River,

remaining on the only lands the Cherokee of Arkansas and Missouri ever agreed to exchange for.

I highly doubt my father knew about the Cherokee in Arkansas, and had he I’m sure he would have considered it.

Back to the Cherokee Morning Song, the pictures.

There is a female in one of the pictures that is the carbon copy of a young loved one of mine, my young kin who is through the lineage of my father, and my father’s father.

This is the female in the video:

If I tried hard enough, I could probably get a better picture, because I’ve seen her face in the face of my young kin and I’ve seen the face of my young kin in hers.

Could this be my ancestor?  Even my grandfather?  Something inside whispers to me and I ache inside and tremendous emotions are stirring within but what is it?!  What is it… what brings me near to tears… when I look at you.

Somehow, someway, these people are my family, my kin, my blood, my tribe, my brothers, and sisters, and I can feel them, their blood runs through my blood, through my spirit, and we are One.

Something so familiar.  I know these people, and yet I’ve never met them, though they are a part of me and the spirit that moves within me.

I have to laugh at myself and lament at the same time.  For all I know these could be the pictures of Apache or other Natives featured in this video, I can’t know.  I only know what my insides relay to me, and it is very deep and strong, stirring the depths of my soul.

I still have pictures of the pow wow in my mind.  I don’t know if I attended more than one, and I must have been very little, but I was there.  All the dust kicking up as the Native dancers shook it up during their sacred Native dance.  It was in a place that transcended time.  Some place in the desert, isolated.

I was born and grew up in Arizona, among the Apache, Navajo, and Pima tribes.

Those days were not like these, there was a stillness, a spirit in the air and about, palpable, discernible, always moving, stirring within one’s soul.

The sun was bright, very bright, and Nature had its way, and that Spirit moved through Nature, and through the stillness, and through the Natives, and through me.

I was always ever listening for the spirit.  Feeling it, letting it pass through me, touching it, relishing in it.  Such a beautiful, tangible, mysterious and powerful Great Spirit.

I once brought up the story of being told I was Osage, then later Sioux, what the lady I worked with said, and what my aunt had told me, to a lady at another group, who was also of Native blood.

When she heard the mention of Davis she shared something with me.  She is a bit of a historian though she calls herself a researcher.  This is part of what she shared with me about the name Davis:

From Barb Lantto:


Pacahontas’ mother was Cherokee. Her father was “Mr. Powhatan”. Or Algonquian.all the people on the East Coast to beyond the Great Lakes were

Algonquin and they all spoke Algonquian. Everybody. It took me a while to catch on to how there was so much communication between what American History said were many separate tribes.I followed my people from Delaware to Virginia to

North Carolina to Clay County Kentucky and beyond.

After Poca ( Matoaca) was kidnapped , raped by the English and forgiven by the church, Most of those (her) people were massacred or poisoned. Poca’s sister, Nakita, managed to get a way to the Virginia Mountains.Her granddaughter married a DAVIS and had children. ( around 1660)Since that time Davis has been mostly Cherokee, clear to Texas, and Cherokee County Texas.

There is another part of the “Poca” story that I don’t devulge. to the public. I have been told, but I don’t tell.The tribe had to be built up from almost nothing.So there was much intermarrying and many children born. Today there are millions.of Cherokee or Pocahontas’ descendants.The Cherokee will say that if you have one drop of Cherokee , you are Cherokee. Poca’s mother was from Bear Creek of Virginia.

I wanted so much to look up and post some of what SS shared one day but I couldn’t find it, it’s like a needle in a haystack. There is a search feature at the forum he and I were both members at but it will only search words in thread titles and members names.  It will also pull up everything that has the search term within a word.  Now, imagine how many words have “SS” in them.  Lots of words, I’ll tell you.  It is boggling to sift through.  If I took my time with it seriously, I could find it, but honestly after sorting through it for a while and each post I could locate of his I got tired of it and decided to proceed with my post without it.

In the meantime I was led to other information that had mention of the Cherokee, one of which I posted long ago, long before the notion that I could be Cherokee.  I’d posted it for SS to see but he never replied and so I think he never did see it.  I also found a post by him which I had never seen which related some of the same information.  I don’t know the validity of the information but it is something to consider.

This, I had found long ago and posted, then reposted at the forum SS and I both belonged to.

The Manifest Destiny of the United States was created to expand the territory of the Aryans at the expense of the native populations. As always, the Illuminati seek to destroy native peoples and their cultures. This is an attempt to destroy their knowledge of God-Mind, as well as the possibility that the natives will impart this information on to others. Especially important is their need to eliminate native cultures with ancient knowledge of Atlantis and Lyrae.

The natives that gave them the most problem were the Cherokee Indians because this tribe retained most of their Atlantean knowledge, even accessing the Bear/Bigfoot frequency for information. For this reason, these people were uprooted from their homeland in the southern Appalachian Mountains, and forcibly marched to Oklahoma on what is now known as The Trail of Tears. Many died along the way. Only a remnant remained in North Carolina, Tennessee, and Georgia. In the north, the vast Iroquois/Mohawk nation was disbanded. The Montauk, direct descendents of the Atlanteans who call their leader Pharaoh, were systematically eliminated.

World War II was a test of the final globalization and extermination projects. It was also designed to test mind-control machinations; to test the use of fluoride which deadens brain activity and slows resistance to authority; to experiment with slave labor camps and study the development of resistance; and to teach the masses to spy and report on one another.


this is the atlantean tribe!

Derived from the Cherokee term “Ani-kituhwagi” meaning “people of the Kituwah” the name Keetoowah has become synonymous with the conservative “fullblood” element of the Cherokee Nation. It is believed that the Kituwah settlement was the original nucleus of the Cherokee people in the mountains of North Carolina along the highland regions of Cherokee Homelands. Benny Smith, Cherokee Elder, agrees with this definition, ” It is highly probable that Keetoowah was derived from “go-doo”, a Cherokee word meaning on top, on the surface, or uppermost. The mother settlement of the Ancient Cherokee was called Kituwah, which is now Keetoowah, and was located in the uplands “Go-doos” is often used to refer to the highlands in relations to the low bottomlands or prairie lands.

Although Kituwah was synonymous with the older mother towns, the story of the origins of Kituwah goes much farther back in Cherokee history. According to legend, the Cherokee people originated from an island in the Atlantic Ocean somewhere east of South America where they were continually plagued by attacks from neighboring peoples. In spite of the fact they were heavily outnumbered, the Cherokee were consistently victorious in their struggles. One enemy saw in the plume of smoke from the Cherokee encampment an eagle bearing arrows in it’s claws, became convinced that the Cherokee were the divine’s chosen people and withdrew the assault. According to the same legend, the breathgiver did indeed grant the Cherokee unlimited and mysterious powers. Their wise men were accorded the special gift of being able to interpret and act upon the breathgivers wishes.

As time passed, this ancient and mysterious clan of wise men became known as the “Ani-Kutani”. Because of their mysterious powers and control over the forces of nature, the Ani-Kutani totally controlled the religious function of the Cherokee Nation. The Ani-Kutani grew to be a clan among the Cherokee, as opposed to a society, because their power and position had become hereditary. As the powers granted to the Ani-Kutani were granted by special dispensation from the divine breathgiver, they were only to be used for the best interests of the people.

Pg 74 – 75

n Slavery in the Cherokee Nation

n By Patrick Neal Minges

Then again, maybe it was he who was surmising that these were an atlantean tribe.  hmm, don’t know.

Makes for a mystical mystery though.  I wish I could recall the things I’ve read of Atlantis.  I def read that there were red skinned people there, and also that they escaped the doom ahead of time.  Would have to find all that again.

May The Breath Of The Great Spirit Move Through Nature And Through You.




Cherokee Morning Song


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Was reading in an old post I found today. I’ve read this man’s words in a few places before and he has a very strong and unbent character, I don’t know where he gets it from as it is very uncommon in this day and time.


resistance ..this! ancient FIRE

To resist what? ->resist ! the ability to resist, to remember that you must not give in to evil, resist, most humans if not all have lost this ancient warrior fire –this is your planet! resist! don’t fall asleep.

“HONOR”!,. that is what you all have forgotten in consciousness.

Resistance , the ancient warriors understood it, your enemy is an alien intelligence who has come to claim your world, destroy you, murder you, animals, plants, all our creators gifts will it all be lost like ,,tears ,,,in the rain? , what betterway more “honorable way to die> , die free,… a coward dies a thousand times ,but the warrior dies only once!


all the power that you will ever need to drive this invaders from your world you already have inside you,, if only you stopped with the BS , the sex talk, the mindless arguments, who’s a snake who is not, and the religious nonsense about some got dam savior, stupidity , you are your own saviour,your own God if you can remember who you are{what you are,,,an immortal infinite being}


I think the only thing he might have neglected is a savior is a leader!  One who can lead people in consciousness and the fight against evil which must be destroyed!


If only we could set that ancient fire of RESISTANCE to burning within the souls of men.


A ho,




September 18, 2009 – J. Craig Venter, Ph.D., founder, president and chairman of the J. Craig Venter Institute (JCVI), has been named a recipient of this year’s National Medal of Science. Dr. Venter will be awarded the Medal from President Obama on October 7 at a White House ceremony.…


Quoting Stompk:

Now, what was Obama giving this most prestigious award to JC Venter for?

Well, Venter was the first scientist to successfully map the genetic code of humans..But he wasn’t happy with that. He wanted to “create” synthetic life…



The atheists have jumped on board with this, attempting to discredit God. They say, “see, man can create life!”. But, Venter still needs a living cell as a host for his synthetic life, or as he has named it, Synthia.



The fatNow, as Venter has said, this is completely controlled through computer software. Once a person is infected by this synthetic life, it self replicates, until the entire person it has infected is actually a synthetic person, effectively creating a planet of zombies that can be controlled through a software program beamed world wide through Satellite and HAARP technology..her of genomics and the founder of synthetic biology startup Synthetic Genomics, Craig Venter, is now officially god.…


Quoting Stompk:

Furthermore, Venter want to put his Synthia in vaccines.



“We decided that [by] writing new biological software and creating new species, we could create new species to do what we want them to do, not what they evolved to do,” says Venter.

Venter has founded a company called Synthetic Genomics, where he intends to use these new species to do things like make new fuels and new vaccines.…



Now, here’s where it gets really creepy. Venter has put a watermark into the genetic code of Synthia..and before I post what he put into the code, I would like to remind readers of Revelations…


Revelation 13

15And he had power to give life unto the image of the beast, that the image of the beast should both speak, and cause that as many as would not worship the image of the beast should be killed.

16And he causeth all, both small and great, rich and poor, free and bond, to receive a mark in their right hand, or in their foreheads:

17And that no man might buy or sell, save he that had the mark, or the name of the beast, or the number of his name.

18Here is wisdom. Let him that hath understanding count the number of the beast: for it is the number of a man; and his number is Six hundred threescore and six.


From Stompk’s thread,  The Beast Of Revelation Is Named Synthia:…


I added some pictures from my findings to the mix upon reading the word ‘zombies’. Later I would go back and read through the thread properly.






These were a few magnification close-ups from two pictures that were taken at a Virtual Town Hall meeting of Hillary Clinton.

More here:…

and here:…

The origins of the pictures is not so assuring:…

virtual reporting was done from a men’s urinal, not knowing the location of Clinton’s Creepy Town Hall meeting.

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United States a Corporation?



The United States is a Corporation

Yes, you read the title correctly. We are not living in a country with a government of the people, by the people, for the people, but we are part of a giant Corporation, The United States Corporation, and the President of America is the CEO. We are only the employees. This Corporation, in its turn, is owned by another Corporation, The British Crown.

You may have noticed that the national flag of the United States always has a god fringe when displayed in court or federal buildings, and you see this also in federally-funded schools and on the uniforms of US troops. Under the International Law of the Flags, a gold fringe indicates the jurisdiction of commercial law, also known as British Maritime Law, and, in the US, as the Uniform Commercial Code, or UCC. The gold fringe is not part of the American flag known as the Stars and Stripes, but it is a legal symbol indicating that the court, government building, school or soldier is operating under British Maritime Law and the Uniform Commercial Code; military and merchant law.

For example, if you appear in a court with a gold-fringed flag your constitutional rights are suspended, and you are being tried under British Maritime (military/merchant) Law. If it seems strange that a court or building on dry land could be administered under Maritime or Admiralty Law, look at US Code, Title 18 B 7. It says that Admiralty Jurisdiction is applicable in the following locations:

1) the high seas

2) any American ship

3) any lands reserved or acquired for the use of the United States, and under the exclusive or concurrent jurisdiction thereof, or any place purchased or otherwise acquired by the United States by consent of the legislature of the state. In other words, mainland America.

All this is founded on Roman law, which goes back to Babylon and Sumerian law, because the Illuminati have been playing this same game throughout the centuries wherever they have gone. The major politicians know that this is how things are and so do the top government administrators, judges, lawyers and insider ‘journalists’.

Americans think that their government and legal system is pegged in some way to the Constitution, but it is not. The United States, like Britain and elsewhere, is ruled by commercial law to overcome the checks and balances of common law. It’s another monumental fraud. The US court system does not operate under the American Constitution, but under corporate law. It is the law of contracts and you have to make a contract with the Corporation for that law to legally apply to you.…

Hopi JROTC places second in NARD parade

PHOENIX, Ariz. – On Oct. 10, the Hopi JROTC Bruin Battalion marched with the Colorguard Team in the annual Native American Recognition Days (NARD) parade.

10/20/2009 4:08:00 PM…

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Tribal Government



How well do you know your Tribal Government Council?


Apr 22, 2009

   OMG!! I’m a Klamath Tribal Member that wants to remain “Anonymous”!! For my family’s protection! After the Afro-Man Concert at Legends, there was an After-Party where I will keep un-named, still for my protection, and one of our Tribal Council member was at partying up with the rest of us! Everything was cool, and nobody cared about her being there. We all party and who cares what goes on. Then all hell broke loose, and the cops showed up, but we were able to calm everything down when 5.0 showed up! That Tribal Council Member acted like she was untouchable and started talking s*#* with one of my invited guests. I asked her to knock it off, as this was my home, and then she started cussing and yelling at me and some other tribal girls got involved and told her to respect MY HOME and knock it off! As she drank more, she became more beligerent and spouted off that she was a “Tribal Council Leader” and she could do whatever she wanted to do! I told her to leave the party, at which she spit in my face, as she opened up another bottle of her beers and she told me to go F’ my self! That’s when I called the cops, but other tribal members that were present, whisked her away in their car and by the time the cops arrived, she was gone. They asked me to tell me who she was, but I do not know her name, but I could only describe her as highly, fancy dressed, with dark hair, short and heavy set, and cussed dramatically! After asking other tribal members if they knew who she was, the ones that knew who she was, told me that they knew her as Jeannie. Some called her just as a McNair. Other tribal members at our party said they only knew her as Corrine Hicks’ daughter, but they would not come forward with her identity to police, because they did not want this news to smear our Tribal Government! We kicked her out and after that, the after-party remained mild and there were no other altercations after her supporters swept her away before the cops could do anything.…


Back in September, I read the above post.  I also saw the picture of the Tribal Council and I wanted to take a closer look at the council members, so I enlarged the photo and ran it through a few filters.





At a distance, she appears to have bangs covering her forehead. There are no bangs. Her skin is mottled from the bottom of her eyes up.





This is a carving by Lawrence Jacquez of a Lenadyooshi, or Skinwalker.…


His eyes appear to be closed.  









  News Stories

   Hopi council restructures government

   “What you are doing does not represent my ancestors, it does not represent my descendants, and it does not represent me!” Francis shouted.…


   ICT: Indians v. Enviros at Hopi/Navajo

   “I never thought I would see the day when being ‘Hopi’ meant being anti-environment, pro-big corporate energy, and actually promoting pollution and global warming in favor of ‘the almighty dollar,'” Alph Secakuku said.…



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Radioactive tobacco

It’s a shame that tobacco is regulated to the point you can’t buy it from a small farmer or outside the regulated market.  It’s a shame this information hasn’t been disclosed.

It’s a well established but little known fact that commercially grown tobacco is contaminated with radiation. The major source of this radiation is phosphate fertilizer.1 The big tobacco companies all use chemical phosphate fertilizer, which is high in radioactive metals, year after year on the same soil. These metals build up in the soil, attach themselves to the resinous tobacco leaf and ride tobacco trichomes in tobacco smoke, gathering in small “hot spots” in the small-air passageways of the lungs.2 Tobacco is especially effective at absorbing radioactive elements from phosphate fertilizers, and also from naturally occurring radiation in the soil, air, and water.

To grow what the tobacco industry calls “more flavorful” tobacco, US farmers use high-phosphate fertilizers. The phosphate is taken from a rock mineral, apatite, that is ground into powder, dissolved in acid and further processed. Apatite rock also contains radium, and the radioactive elements lead 210 and polonium 210. The radioactivity of common chemical fertilizer can be verified with a Geiger-Mueller counter and an open sack of everyday 13-13-13 type of fertilizer (or any other chemical fertilizer high in phosphate content).

Conservative estimates put the level of radiation absorbed by a pack-and-a-half a day smoker at the equivalent of 300 chest X-rays every year.5 The Office of Radiation, Chemical & Biological Safety at Michigan State University reports that the radiation level for the same smoker was as high as 800 chest X-rays per year.6 Another report argues that a typical nicotine user might be getting the equivalent of almost 22,000 chest X-rays per year.…

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Beautiful Snow Moose – Two Of Them

You probably won’t see this again in your life time.

Be sure to show this to you children or grandchildren…

These animals were photographed just north of the Wisconsin border on a highway near Marenisco , MI.

Once in awhile, there is an opportunity to take in a piece of nature that you may never see.

In these days of unrest and turmoil it is great to see that GOD still produces some wondrous beauty.

The odds of seeing an albino moose are astronomical and to see this in the upper peninsula of Michigan, near Wisconsin, is even greater than astronomical.

To see two of them together is nearly impossible.

We wanted to share these photos with as many people as possible because you will probably never have a chance to see this rare sight again.

This is a really special treat, so enjoy…

(from “The Most Format & Content-Plagiarized Site On The Net.)

How the Fly Saved the River

Many, many years ago when the world was new, there was a beautiful river. Fish in great numbers lived in this river, and its water was so pure and sweet that all the animals came there to drink.

A giant moose heard about the river and he too came there to drink. But he was so big, and he drank so much, that soon the water began to sink lower and lower.

The beavers were worried. The water around their lodges was disappearing. Soon their homes would be destroyed.

The muskrats were worried, too. What would they do if the water vanished? How could they live?

The fish were very worried. The other animals could live on land if the water dried up, but they couldn’t.

All the animals tried to think of a way to drive the moose from the river, but he was so big that they were too afraid to try. Even the bear was afraid of him.

At last the fly said he would try to drive the moose away. All the animals laughed and jeered. How could a tiny fly frighten a giant moose? The fly said nothing, but that day, as soon as the moose appeared, he went into action.

He landed on the moose’s foreleg and bit sharply. The moose stamped his foot harder, and each time he stamped, the ground sank and the water rushed in to fill it up. Then the fly jumped about all over the moose, biting and biting and biting until the moose was in a frenzy. He dashed madly about the banks of the river, shaking his head, stamping his feet, snorting and blowing, but he couldn’t get rid of that pesky fly. At last the moose fled from the river, and didn’t come back.

The fly was very proud of his achievement, and boasted to the other animals, “Even the small can fight the strong if they use their brains to think.”

(The following story mentions Sweet grass – Acorus calamus)


One day when Glooscap and Nogami were walking along in the woods, they came upon a young man. This young man looked very strong because he was tall and physically big. He had grey coloured eyes. Glooscap asked the young man his name and how he arrived to the Mik’Maq world. The young man introduced himself. He told Glooscap that his name is Netaoansom and that he is Glooscap’s sister’s son. In other words, his nephew. He told Glooscap that he is physically strong and that they could all live comfortably. Netaoansom could run after moose, deer and caribou and bring them down with his bare hands. He was so strong. Netaoansom said that while the east wind was blowing so hard it caused the waters of the ocean to become rough and foamy. This foam got blown to the shore on the sandy beach and finally rested on the tall grass. This tall grass is sweetgrass. Its fragrance was sweet. The sweetgrass held onto the foam until Nisgam, the Sun, was high in the midday sky. Nisgam gave Netaoansom spiritual and physical strength in a human body. Gisoolg told Glooscap that if he relied on the strength and power of his nephew he would gain strength and understanding of the world around him.

Glooscap was so glad for his nephew’s arrival to the Mik’Maq world, he called upon the salmon of the rivers and seas to come to shore and give up their lives. The reason for this is that Glooscap, Netoansom and Nogami did not want to kill all the animals for their survival. So in celebration of his nephew’s arrival, they all had a feast of fish. They all gave thanks for their existence. They continued to rely on their brothers and sisters of the woods and waters. They relied on each other for their survival.

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Ahousaht sent vaccine with body bags, innoculated & made sick: sickness spreading


Expecting flu assistance, reserves get body bags from Ottawa

Manitoba chiefs furious after shipment from Health Canada…

Native leaders in Canada said they were “horrified” after receiving body bags from health officials as part of Canada’s swine flu preparedness kits.

Leaders of more than 30 First Nations communities said in a statement on Wednesday they “are horrified after receiving dozens of body bags from Health Canada as part of Canada’s preparedness plan on H1N1”.…

The Mask Slips, for Those with Eyes to See: Preparing for the Real Pandemic  

Last week, many of the aboriginal people in the remote west coast village of Ahousaht were innoculated with the tamiflu vaccine. Today, over a hundred of them are sick, and the sickness is spreading.



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A TIME To Love

We make time to debate religion

Passing bills and building prisons

For building fortunes and passing judgements

When will there be a time to love

At this point in history we have a choice to make

To either walk a path of love

Or be crippled by our hate

We have time to cause pollution

We have time to cause confusion

All wrapped up in our own illusions

When will there be a time to love

We make time to conquer nations

Time for oil exploration

Hatred, violence and terrorism

When will there be a time to love

At this moment in time

We have a choice to make

Father God is watching

While we cause mother earth so much pain

It’s such a shame

Not enough money for

The young, the old and the poor

But for war there is always more

When will there be a time to love

We make time for paying taxes

Or paying bills and buying status

But we will pay the consequences

If we don’t make the time to love

Now’s the time to pay attention

Yes now is the time – to love

A time love – love

A time to love

Please please won’t you tell me

When will there be a time to love

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Words to lift your spirits when you’re feeling down

“Life’s too short to wake up in the morning with regrets so laugh too much, take too many photos, love the people who treat you right and forget about the rest. Live life to the fullest, don’t regret anything because at one stage it was something you wanted to do & never regret something that made you smile..”

“Never frown because you never know who is falling in love with your smile”

-To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world.

-When you fall get straight back up.

-When you feel like giving up, remember why you held on for so long in the first place.”

“You are always a valuable, worthwhile human being, not because anybody says so, not because you’re successful, not because you make a lot of money, but because you decide to believe it and for no other reason.” (Dr. Wayne Dyer)

“You have your brush, you have your colors, you paint paradise, then in you go.” (Nikos Kazantzakis)

“Cherish your visions; cherish your ideals; cherish the music that stirs in your heart, the beauty that forms in your mind, the loveliness that drapes your purest thoughts, for out of them will grow delightful conditions, all heavenly environment; of these if you but remain true to them, your world will at last be built..”

“Hope- It sees the invisible, feels the intangible, and achieves the impossible!”

“God will always be with you…no matter what…He’s always there to catch you when you fall…and put you back on your feet!!!

Hope this helped! God Bless You!”

“never let the fear strike in you to keep u from winning the game!!!..LOLS!!!

it always lifts my spirit up..”

“Don’t ask yourself what the world needs, ask yourself what makes you come alive, and then go do that. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive. ” ~ Howard Thurman

“It is your birthright to discover your sacred contract. It will guide you to find your divine destiny.” – Caroline Myss.

“Ask and it shall be given you; Seek, and ye shall Find; Knock, and It shall be opened unto you. For everyone that asketh, receiveth. And he that seeketh, Findeth. Into him that knocketh, it shall be opened.” Matthew Chapter 7, Verse #7.

An old Cherokee is teaching his grandson about life.

“A fight is going on inside me,” he says to the boy. “It is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves.

One is evil – he is anger, envy sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority and ego.

The other is good – he is gratitude, joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy ,generosity, truth, compassion and faith.

This same fight is going on inside you – and inside every other person, too.”

The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather which wolf would win.

The old Cherokee simply replied, “The one you feed.”

“Dare to dream so huge that other people become infected with your vision, and love so hard that it hurts, and just when you think you can’t love anymore, double your efforts!!!” Boca from MySpace

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So, does anybody still think this planet is inhabited by only humans?

url=Toth (& Helena Blavatsky)

url=MJ’s children

url=What I found when I went looking for MEROWIOWING

url=bohemian grove (subject/title edited by WIO)

url=Shapeshifters – a tour <—-interesting

url=6 second video of flying dragon (an enjoyable one)

url=rumsfield (even captured some grays in one of them

url=short one, obama

url=Sarah Palin, starts down a ways where you see two look alike women

url=liz cheney



url=Keep them in your heart and prayers

url=Is there Hope? Answers from Credo Mutwa

url=Police pictures looking odd

url=Helicopter occupants

url=glass pyramids, prince william

url=nancy pelosi

some positive

url=Cherokee Morning Song

url=Profound Stories

url=Gregg Braden on consciousness

url=How water structure reflects our consciousness


url=A youtube video someone did a decent job with showing differences.

url=Baba Vusamazulu Credo Mutwa on Barack Obama

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Religious herbs

Herbs are used in many religions – such as (myrrh (Commiphora myrrha), ague root (Aletris farinosa) and frankincense (Boswellia sacra) and in the partially Christianized Anglo-Saxon pagan Nine Herbs Charm. In Hinduism a form of Basil called Tulsi is worshipped as a goddess for its medicinal value since the Vedic times. Many Hindus have a Tulsi plant in front of their houses.


I’d just missed out on getting a commiphora myrrha tree which went up for auction at ebay, two of them, one from Somalia, the other from Yemen. The auctions closed with one going for close to $200, and the other was won for $649. There won’t be any more up for auction from that source, until next year.

Somehow, I ran into this about the religious herbs which peaked my interest greatly and I’ve been on a quest to find out about these herbs. I’ve found some dazzling information and I would like to share it!

I have a Boswellia sacra (Frankincense) tree… just a little thing, but thriving, and three quarters down the way of searching out these herbs found an available and authentic myrrh resource.

The Nine Herbs Charm has kept me fascinated and led me to some plants and plant info that I had no idea existed, and would have never known about had it not been for the poem.


Folklore, Myths and Legends






Mandrake, Mandragoras



Elder, Sambucus nigra



The Elder, in Ancient and Pre-historic Use



Snowdrop, Galanthus nivalis



Elecampane, Inula helenium



Solomon’s Seal, Polygonatum commutatum



That’s all for now.  More later, God willing.


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