TRIBAL CATALYZATION

6.12.09

THE TRIBAL CATALYZATION STORY:

This story is not a pretty story. I tell this story as it ties in with the empowerment WU has garnered in my being, unbeknownst to me. Through 15 years of recalibration after recalibration, I was able to address a very toxic and codependent native community of which my daughters are tribal members. My youngest daughter had returned from Alaska to fall into the death grip of the drug planes that encompass this reservation. Her life became drug entity infested and her choices came to mirror this entity association. The murder of her 6 month old beautiful baby boy through a drug enraged father and grandfather sent us all reeling. Court proceedings have not begun to this date.

This particular daughter had been my shadow in her growing up years. She had my voice, my body, my whacked sense of humour, my love of natural places, and the same Mayan Calendar signature as my own. So much alike and so resonant in our beings and in our hearts. In her drug haze during the 10 days that Jordyn was hooked up to life support in the hospital, the drug entities showed me their stance and their control over her ~ and even me. I did everything I knew to do energetically and to no avail. I was losing my daughter right before my eyes and my heart broke and shattered onto the floor of that hospital as I realized what was going on. I’ve heard many native teachings that speak of working for and in the light, thereby putting our family as a target for the darker energies. I have seen this many times over these years.

Sometimes our contracts with people are just short even with daughters and sons. Period. That’s it, no matter how much we would like to think a mother and daughter tie can override that fact. This happened just barely over a year ago. I remember a time, when WU was young in my life and they said there would come a time when I would really see the benefit of doing all this work on myself. This came to be one of those times.

I’ve been involved in drug & alcohol counseling for over 20 years. At times these counselings have taken place in a fringe dweller bar in the Alaskan wilderness. Me/We reaching down into the depths of where they are and pulling them up through truth and true compassion. I was taught through spirit and through experience about addiction, about addiction entities & demons. I have been set up many times to be a portal for these energies to utilize as they make a new choice and choose a higher frequency of evolution.

DRUG ENTITY BEHAVIORS: In my knowledge of drug behaviors, of drug entities peering out through people’s eyes, speaking through people’s voices, perpetuating actions that cause great distress, and thereby always generating the frequencies of pain from a repeatedly broken heart of an unsuspecting participant. The intense emotional responses provide a feast for these dark ones and they know how to orchestrate their meal tickets. Before I realized what was being presented to me, I watched my daughter go through the drug induced numbness of denying her baby boy was not going to live when they took him off life support. Three days before the decision was made to take him off life support, my daughter that my body made and gave birth to, made it known to me that our relationship was severed. The drug entities were fed from me on that one, but not for long. The universe was showing me it was time for release in the beginning of the end of a soular contract. The love between a daughter and a mother poisoned by an addicted father is a legacy of life on this reservation. So reads the contract.

My granddaughter is 2 ½ years older than Jordyn. Such a precious one she is. She was there when her brother was murdered.

Because of Jordyn’s death, the state removed my granddaughter, Keiara from my daughters’ care. During the time we spent at the hospital with Jordyn, we
transported my granddaughter to visit her mom at the hospital in Seattle. At one point, I was taking her to the elevator to the intensive care unit where her mom was. When the grandfather came walking around the corner, Keiara instantly shriveled back into the corner cowering down as if to ward off blows, shielding herself from this grandfather, this carrier host of crack and meth demons. The sheer terror in her eyes is a look I’ll never forget. I picked her up and hugged her to me as we got on the elevator. At this point, I was not quite fully aware of the extent my daughter was involved in drugs nor of the extent of the drug related experiences my granddaughter had been subjected to. I was seeing a few red flags that I paid attention to. I began to realize the extent of this demonic possession. The movie ‘The Fallen’ is a good example of how the demonics travel from one person to another.

At the time of Jordyn’s burial, I was informed that if I tried to go to my grandson’s funeral, I would be removed by tribal police. We had never heard of such a thing. I went to the tribal police station to see if this was true. The officer did not look me in the eye as he said that ‘the family had asked that myself and another grandmother be removed if we attended the service’. He also told me that they had no jurisdiction in this request if we were behind the picket fence surrounding the back side of the cemetery. We stood behind that white picket fence, my 30 year longtime girlfriend and I, that surrounded the backside of the cemetery.

I knew all these people who were attending my grandson’s burial. Such are how the contracts and weavings are written sometimes. People turned around to look at us with puzzlement on their faces.

At the end of the service, 50 blue balloons were released into the sky. The wind drifted all 50 of these balloons in our direction. My hair is pearly white, which never blends well with any background except snow. Everyone’s eyes were riveted on my longtime and wild woman friend and I. I hoped that wasn’t my moment in the spotlight. Nothing was said in that utter moment of silence….a message from the drug world to us all.

I was gauging myself through this experience as I am always my own observer. I was neutral and remain neutral in a situation where my daughter’s demon has deemed me enemy. It’s not to say tears don’t leak out of the corners of my eyes, because they still do at times. An opportunity to release through the spirit breath. Dark energies and drug entities tend to be insidious. I am not devastated. Up until this last year, I would not have been able to survive a broken heart of that caliber. My baby girl that I do not know any more, so complete is this tribal legacy of drug possession.

To make this story short, not long after Jordyn’s burial, I found myself sitting on the witness stand in tribal court when the custody hearing took place regarding the placement of my granddaughter. I recommended as Kiah’s mother that my granddaughter be placed with her daddy in Alaska. Speaking the truth would mean I wouldn’t be able to see my granddaughter, nor my daughter. That meant I would be chastised forever (as is this tribal’s way) from this dysfunctional family that only perpetuated more and more pain to keep the darkness they were host to – feasting.

I was able to fully deal with my task at hand ~ the task of integrity in speaking up for my granddaughter. Integrity is doing what is right because it is right. I asked the judge to participate in stopping the legacy of domestic violence in my family and the family I had become involved with through the birth of my three daughters and a son. As a tribal judge influenced by the tribal board, he made an unusual judgment and allowed my granddaughter to go back to Alaska to live with her daddy. I am so grateful for her chance to be the one who doesn’t make addictive choices because she hasn’t had to live that life because that is the only example she’s had. My hope that as resonance as her teacher, she will be wise enough to choose thrival versus a way of life where deep struggle is the way of life that can cost a community such a beautiful baby boy. This little one must be made of some special fairy dust to come in on a contract of witnessing murder at such an innocent age.

Those of us who are familiar with the cycles of drug addiction and alcohol possession, understand that we cannot not enable the person who is entity ridden. When we do, we only keep that entity strong and lend it power. Everyone’s life whom that entity touches, are affected. Once an entity can orchestrate an energetic feeding of this magnitude, it knows how to cut to the bone. On one hand, the dark energies brings one’s lessons around faster than if there were no dark energy present. With the power of these entities, if humanity chooses to learn through these types of tactics – it’s going to be a long three years. As human beings, we do have choice in how we want to learn, to grow and evolve becoming more than we were. Everything in this universe wants to become more than it is, light and dark. As a woman, I’m not drawn to spiritual battles. As a woman, I am drawn to participating in the instigation of spiritual education with frequencies that do not understand they have a choice. At a certain recalibration point in the scope of WU, we become that dimensional educational piece that offers rich sustenance to all through a feasting of education.

Through this personal experience, everyone involved has been touched by WU. The relationship between my youngest daughter and I has not been resolved. I trust in the weavings that guide my being and know this story will be resolved as we all evolve into a higher way of being.

My stance on the witness stand rattled the reservation because I spoke the truth and did not lie to protect my daughter. Because I refused to be codependent with my daughter any longer, my granddaughter now has a chance at life. Coming from a stance of true compassion began a process of inverting a drug plane thereby setting the rhythm of dark frequencies in a tailspin, in which this universe of gravity decrees the law that says ‘what has been down, will come up’.

Such are the wakeup calls that those seen and unseen, those who deeply love my daughter have provided for her, including her little angel boy, Jordyn. A wake up call for his young momma that was delivered by a soul that loves her more than she may ever realize.

When the light beings that you see in my photography tapped me on the shoulder with a test in regards to my own codependent nature with my daughter, I knew that I had to remain in integrity regardless of the potentials. There never was any question as I knew what I had to do. If I didn’t speak up for my granddaughter, who would? Such are the weavings of time, of the map which the Mayan Calendar is so adept in providing insight to. We have so many children on this planet that have no one there to speak up for them. I knew what kind of life Keiara would be condemned to if I didn’t speak up because I had the eyes to see the red flags. These red flags were pointed out to me by a knowingness that is larger than me in a way I could not mistake. I knew that I would be ostracized and chastised publicly by my daughters’ father’s family forever more. Such is this particular flavor of tribal mind. And such was the view these beings that see through my eyes and speak through my voice, experienced. All revolving around my giving birth 23 years prior to a daughter that made my heart sing in every way. This is a story about one of the ways in which these beings have learned about human dysfunction. In our mutual learning about the scope of the work that is being catalyzed for humanity on this beautiful blue planet that is such a jewel in this huge expanse of cosmos, a jewel that has so much riveted attention.

TRIBAL MIND: This consciousness that I share with you has had a birds’ eye view of how tribal peoples treat their own blood, for we are all tribal peoples. A birds eye view of suffering, struggle and insidiousness. The pods offer their birds eye view of how the magic in beauty can transform us to withstand any onslaught that humanity can perpetuate towards one another, individually and collectively as we take our first steps in creating the new template of thrival in the new earth/urth.

TESTS : In 55 years of life, my life has swung between utmost extremes. My life has seemed to encompass extremes a little more frequently than most people I know. Each extreme has offered a myriad of potentials to draw thrival closer to me. I didn’t always look at it like that. Collectively throughout my soullar pod, we have chosen to thrive, the pendulum gravitates towards that sweeter stillpoint of the potential in my life these days. I continue to do my inner work. I focus on passing my cosmic tests. It’s always about integrity, sometimes integrity to self and sometimes about integrity to others. Through a joint venture of uncommon brilliance, this wild woman wanderer, this she~fringe dweller ~ has begun to reverberate throughout her surroundings drawing all into an alignment with something so much greater than her wildest dreams, as was foretold all those years ago; Where open seating is offered to all who are interested.

DRUG PLANES & INSIDIOUS DARKNESS: In taking stances of true compassion, we create a pathway for others to take power stances in their own lives. My stance had the power to change a precious little girls’ life for the better, the power to put into place the option of change for a change in a possessed, crack and meth infested mother. My daughter Kiah’s story of crack demons, of meth demons is still unraveling, as all the pieces are there to offer her the choice of choosing a better life for herself and her children. I don’t know how long will hesitate? I have done all the work I know how to do with this heart daughter of mine. Even the depths of a mothers’ love cannot override contracts, contracts facilitated with darknesses. We continue to roll up the drug planes above the reservation. Drug planes are a template that ripples out into any community. Money and status will not save a community from being infested. Many admit they don’t know how to handle the drug problems that ARE the particular tribal community. This is only one community. We all have community’s to affect for the higher good of indigenous humanity. There is no community that is exempt from this infestation. I have pondered whether the drug infestations are the armageddon that the bible speaks of. Eyes closed to the problem because you don’t understand the symptoms, the red flags to watch for, is no excuse. We are dealing with a dark energy with an agenda. Ignorance is no excuse. Those that declare that there is no longer darkness on this planet are incorrect. Darkness is rampant and has changed form and is directed by any drug that is abused. Crack and meth do not require abuse to spread darkness – they ARE the abuse and they ARE the insidious darkness incarnate. Lightworkers have plenty to do. If we are not part of the solution, then what are we? I apologize for my language language being intense regarding this subject. I feel like Mars is speaking through me J

Ultimately, change takes time and we have no time to waste. Hand in hand with drug & alcohol abuses are domestic violence abuses. There is plenty of work to facilitate, plenty of Lightings ready to vector into the realms where they are required.

ALL RACES = ONE PEOPLE: I have had these types of experiences all my 55 years. Up until a month ago, I had no idea they were experiencing humanity through me so they would know how to help this human race. All of my life experience has revolved around tribal experiences with Alaskan Native and American Indian peoples. I/we have heard too many prejudices. There is only one race and that is the human race. The human race is indigenous to planet earth. There is no pre-selected or special ‘indigenous people’. We can no longer be any less than one race working together. Any other thought about superior race is poison to us a whole. As a race, we are returning to oneness and this is a process we as humans have no control over. Control issues are often one of the largest of the codependent issues.

HEART LIGHTS FORETELL JORDYN’S DEATH: Two months before my grandson’s death, I was taking photos in Glacier Park in Montana. I was born there and had been gone for 40 years. The feeling of being home was amazing, beyond explanation. The frequencies showed me many things beyond my imagination. They stretched me in ways I never thought I could stretch.

On this particular day, I was in snow up to my hips, taking photos of the pearles that were hovering over a snow covered roof of a park maintenance building. At one point, I could see an ice faery embrace a very violet filled indigo sapphire pearle. There was such compassion and such a distinct moment of focus which is what happens when they show me something. This has happened frequently over the course of this experience, and there is no way you cannot notice when they are pointing something out. They pulsed me with the fact that my grandson was going to die. Three photos in a row came through of them cradling this vibrant liquid pearle. In my mind, I questioned how anything could happen to such a beautiful little baby boy. A month or so later with a phone call in the middle of the night, the story began to unravel. Standing behind the picket fence brought this realization to light at a cemetery I had been at hundreds of times over the years. My own son buried there as well, being my spiritual wake up call those many years ago in 1981.


ISLANDER GRANDDAUGHTER: I share this story because of the understandings that came during and after my grandson’s burial. The relationship with my daughter is still at a standstill. Every other detail in my side of my family’s reconciliation process is proceeding in very heart filled & miraculous ways. The ripples of this story are tragic…but I have a granddaughter in Alaska that runs on the same beaches where I have found so much deep contentment, so much magic and so many literal heart shaped rocks. For quite awhile I was quiet about this story, as it came one year and two weeks after my son-in-law was murdered over a drug deal in Alaska. So many of the same energetics were in that story. Once again, navigating a family situation with my head above water, doing & saying things I never thought I would be able to do and say. This story culminating in the healing of my oldest daughter and myself and then the rest of my family followed suit. We have become a family once again, after 40 years of shattered existences resulting from when my dad and brother drowned in a fishing accident. Many extreme experiences have paved my pathway until I began to dissolve the dimensional patternings.

WU & Tzol'kin Mayan Calendar

WU & MAYAN CALENDAR

15 years ago, I was prompted to intently begin listening to a consciousness that approached me for communication. I was immediately directed to the Mayan Calendar (classic, which we call the 'urth count'), knowing nothing about its significance. I was instructed to begin working with the Tzol'kin as a map to heal our time/dimensional miasma with an ancient language that came through over the course of 12 years. Upon the completion of the work with the calendar and the language (which I now know is a shamanic frequency) this language became visible through my digital photography. They also spoke many times about the fact that this 'language' had the capacity to put us directly onto our path and healing ourselves so we can participate with our personal missions in supporting the shift that we find ourselves in the midsts of. Only now do I understand that these frequencies shapeshifted into a language because we would not have been able to handle their colorful appearance for those first years of spiritual endeavoring. It's been such an incredible experience.

I have been involved in some of my projects and have not been able to keep up with the posts yet. One thing I wanted to share about 2012 that these frequencies have mentioned is that their interpretation of 2012, and is the reason why they are here is that earth has been the jewel in the universe for multiple reasons. We are a unique experience in the universes. We have the ability for true compassion, which many other beings do not have until they have evolved into a god/godus type resonance. They say that our compassionate uniqueness is what draws the interest from other realms. That humanity has until 2012 to get it right, get it down, shifting into true compassionate nature. At the end of 2012 earth has run her course, no longer the jewel of the universe. We as humans have the capacity to shift this planet into her next rightful position in the planetary hierarchies. If humanity doesn't make this compassionate shift, the future isn't too appealing for us. They mention that they are not talking about 'co-dependent compassion' but true compassion, which sometimes takes the form of a tough love. They also say that peace Will prevail on urth (spelling indicates a numerical resonance with an earth that is already transformed). They say they haven't lost a planet yet. They have only recently shared in this learning process that seems to go through stages, and you may experience this in watching the video, that this frequency will reach out and literally 'touch' you. In this 'touch' you may feel heat, or tingling, or may trance out for a moment - indicating you have been touched and the transformative energies will begin working with you. So if you are entrenched in your ego, you may not want to experience this touching, or maybe you will. You are surely invited.

Through the shamanic abilities of the language/frequencies, we have used the Tzol'kin as a pathway to access all timelines that we have ever existed within and provided healing & education. This education into our dimensional selves assisted each aspect of our 'selves' to choose peace, to choose to thrive rather than to continue to fight to survive. They say that to thrive as a species begins with choosing beauty in our lives (which they are so representational of) and to truly choose compassion as a way of life. When we begin to choose beauty in our external circumstances, our internal reflects the same. It gets to a triggering point within our selves/aspects that as we engender these frequencies that instill such a deep love for the planet and all her species...that our lives change in turn. And the touch begins to take on an essence of it's own for each one who shows up for a gentle touch, which they have called soft power for 15 years.

I wanted to share that bit of information before I share an invitation that I was guided to send yesterday regarding a meditation with these frequencies on May 27 at 5:55 p.m. eastern standard time. In this invitation is a web address for the video we created recently featuring these frequencies on youtube. Some people call them orbs, but they are far beyond orbs. For myself and those I taught, we all walked this pathway in trust, never knowing where it was leading, never knowing exactly what we were working with. We all sensed it was 'large' and we all followed through the 3 levels of language that were delivered over the course of these years. Everything I have learned regarding this process has been through experience, through hindsight. In my communications with these frequencies, they would give information, but only recently have they begun to tie the myriad loose ends into an understandable package. The transformations in each of us is incredible and very personal, beyond words. Working with the creational frequencies of the Mayan Calendar/Tzol'kin is a very intimate experience as well. While this has been the most challenging thing I've ever done in this life, it has also been the most rewarding and the most magic -filled and soul sustaining & re-creating.

I love reading about everyone's interpretation of the calendrics and appreciate connecting with like minds that understand what kind of opportunity the calendar presents to humanity. I am 11 IK. Spread love. Pack light.
deep peace to you all
Pearley Sky


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