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I cry too.....

Posted on Jan 28th, 2009 by queenofit : queenofit queenofit
Minnie Joe Sallie Molly Mary Bean





I cry too ...
By jimmieanna love
"Parallel Development" by Yajanua

"You people," she says, " believe that your civilization has developed for thousands of years, that you can look back to ancient cultures in Asia and the Middle East and trace this development through Europe and into the United States. You say you've made great progress and this is true in many ways. You also look at us, the Shuar and other indigenous people, and you say that we haven't developed, that we've been static, that our lives are 'primitive'. But it simply isn't true. We've always developed. We've cultivated forest plants, learned new ways to fish and hunt; our shamans are constantly understanding new things about healing, journeying, and using herbal remedies. We've developed too -- but the difference is in how it happened. Our way has always! taken into account all other live forms and the lives of our children's children. For us the word 'progress' does not apply if it threatens other species or could possibly harm future generations. How could that be progress? So we've developed in parallel to you -- only we've done it very, very differently."(Spirit of the Shuar by John Perkins)
Photo is my copy; left to right - My gr grandmother Minnie Bean Bryson, Joe Bryson (my gr uncle) Sally Ann Bean (my gr aunt) Mary (Molly) Stokes Bean (my gr gr grandmother)

When two world's collide...

The white and red, blend together but one had to remain silent, in order to fully survive as a free person. When Thomas Jefferson first wrote his philosophy, here is some of his views of that "blending"

The Jeffersonian Philosophy



President Jefferson did not subscribe to the popular view that Indians were inferior; Be believed that "in body and mind" they were "equal" to whites.

The essence of Jeffersonian Indian policy was coexistence and gradunlism, that is, the steady if slow accommodation of Indians to Angle-American lifestyle through the transforming process of civilization, culminating in their actually intermarrying into the dominant Anglo-American society.

Jefferson believed that "civilization would bring peace" between Indians and settlers. Thus under his leadership the national government placed its "greatest hope in its policy of bringing civilization to the Indians."

Jefferson constantly urged tribal leaders to change their life-style in order to require less land for their people.

He directed governors of the Northwest Territory, Michigan Territory, and Indiana Territory to "promote energetically" the national government’s plan for civilizing Indians, and he authorized the assignment of blacksmiths and other artisans to cooperative Indian tribes to maintain plows and other implements for Indian apprentices.

He encouraged missionaries to take part in the Indian civilization process.

In 1803 he directed the Cherokee agent to erect a schoolhouse for Gideon Blackburn, a Presbyterian missionary, to enable him to instruct Cherokee children.

The number of tribal schools increased until in 1824, twenty-one with nearly 1,000 Indian sudents, were functioning.

Jeffersonian Indian policy fitted well with the growing land needs of Anglo-American pioneers.

It accepted the inevitability of their advance across the frontier with the national government maintaining firm though regularly changing boundaries through an orderly, managed progression of settlements, made possible by periodic land openings.

New settlement zones would be created from new cessions by Native American proprietors.

Despite Jefferson’s strong commitment to Indian civilization, the program was never successful.

At no time was it ever sufficiently supported, fiscally or politically, by Congress and offcials in the government.

Cynical politicians regarded the nation’s "Indian problem" as soluable through the steady advance of hardy American pioneers; in due time extermination rather than assimilation would rid the nation of this vexing complication to its expansion, growth, and development.


http://www.emayzine.com/lectures/native%20lecture1800-1828.htm


Where is Cynthia Davis Stokes?

My gr gr gr grandmother is not pictured in the above photo. The photo as noted; is one of her daughter Molly Stokes Bean and her three children. Molly Stokes Bean is far right, my gr grandmother is far left, her name was Minnie Bean Bryon. The man is my gr uncle Joe and the middle woman is my gr aunt Sally Ann.(guessing this photo was taken @ 1918-1920?)

This photo holds the members of my family who were born with the Red Man's Blood running though them. Their mother, Cynthia Davis was either full or half blooded Native American. She was born in 1809, in Independence Co. Arkansas, which at that date according to research, Independence Co had not been formed.

What happened? The land which was occupied and possessed, land that today is recognized as Independence Co, AR, was then called Quapaw Territory. In 1803 the Louisiana Purchase made way for the sale of this land to the United States. Of course the true owners of this land were not aware their land was being sold out from under them. That minor detail would not come until later. The white man took it upon himself to assert imperialistic right and assume that all would be rectified, either peacefully or by sheer force, and that would include murder.

That is what was happening in the corner of the Natural State of AR, when my grandmother was about to be born in 1809.

During the last few years, several of the descendants of Cynthia Davis have met, we have all found we have one thing in common. We know that we have Native American blood in our veins; but none of Cynthia's children would ever talk of this.

Now we all know that Cynthia Davis was part Indian, my guess is at least half, and possible full blood. But still there are indiputable facts: she did have parents, she was born (where is her birth certificate?), she was educated, and yet...until about 1830 when Cynthia Davis is married to Holloway Stokes and living in Jackson Co, Arkansas, there is nothing to be found regarding Cynthia.


From: Biographical and Historical Memoirs of NortheastOpen in a new window ArkansasOpen in a new window. Chicago: GoodspeedOpen in a new window Publishers, 1889.

The settlement of the territory now composing Jackson CountyOpen in a new window began some time prior to 1830, the date of its organization, but by whom or just when the first settlement was made can not be definitely stated. The following named persons who composed the first grand jury of the county were, as a matter of course, prominent pioneers here; Nicholas CopelandOpen in a new window, DudleyOpen in a new window Glass, Jesse Gray, Jacob HaggertonOpen in a new window, Michael HaggertonOpen in a new window, SilasOpen in a new window T. Glass, Samuel StokesOpen in a new window, Joseph HaggertonOpen in a new window, ElijahOpen in a new window BartleyOpen in a new window, HollowayOpen in a new window StokesOpen in a new window, John Teague, John FlanneryOpen in a new window, Jacob FlanneryOpen in a new window, William Melton, John James, Martin CopelandOpen in a new window, Martin BridgemanOpen in a new window and Redding StokesOpen in a new window, Some of these, perhaps, lived in that part of the county since cut off in the formation of Woodruff CountyOpen in a new window. John WidemanOpen in a new window, at whose house the first courts were held, the Copelands and NewtonOpen in a new window Arnold, were the first settlers in the neighborhood of what is now IrwinOpen in a new window Station, on the Batesville & BrinkleyOpen in a new window Railroad. George HatchOpen in a new window and a Mr. Daugherty were the first to locate at Newport.



The Gray's and Stokes were the first settlers in the Southern portions of Jackson Co. The first five counties est in Arkansas were- Arkansas, Lawrence, Pulaski, Clark, and Hempstead - Jackson Co formed in 1829, just a short time before Cynthia and Holloway were shown on the census with a one year old child. Cynthia was born in 1809, so in 1830, she was 21 years old. To add a little more intrigue, Cynthia's younger sister Katherine married Holloway's brother Irvin during that time also. It was one big happy family. Our family research easily takes us on further back to discover where my paternal Stokes came from. Kentucky was from whence they came. But the names of Cynthia and Katherine are dead ends.


I refuse to give up, I believe there must be some way to find out more about my maternal ancestors. So in order to find out more, first I have had to make a huge leap. I have had to assume that my Cynthia is from the Quapaw's. She was certainly born in Quapaw Territory. Why did she say on the census that she was born in Independence Co in 1809? That must have been what it was then called in 1880, when the census taker ask her where she was from. But there was no Independence Co in 1809. Matter of fact, Arkansas was part of the Louisiana Territory and then it became part of the Missouri Territory and then in 1819 it became the Territory of Arkansas.


Independence County, Arkansas, was created by the Arkansas Territorial Legislature meeting at Arkansas Post, then the capitol of the Territory, October 20, 1820. The post office at Batesville was opened the following November 7. These two events, of course,
mean that there was some activity by white men on the scene before the creation of the county and Poke Creek post office and the history of the county should include some information of years before 1820.
http://www.knology.net/~lizgle




Lots of things were going on in that part of the country during all of that time. First the French sold the US, the La Territory. That part of the state was predominately inhabited by Frenchmen who were traders, trappers, explorers, fugitives, and settlers. There had also been Spanish explorers, but the areas I have been most interested seem to have been inhabited by either the rightful owners of this land Quapaws or their sneaky backstabbers the Frenchmen.

As I sit here tonight writing this, I feel robbed in a way. For that woman who married the white man, and raised a family made a brave choice. She made a choice to silence her past, and live as a white woman. She was made to lie, or she knew she would be forced to live on lands that were not hers. If you were a Native American in Arkansas, and your people had owned land for estimated 1000's of years and suddenly white men came and took your land away, would you feel safe in trusting them again? Thank goodness she did not, she was brave and strong. I am proud of her; but she was robbed, and so were all of us that followed. For that heritage was a beautiful one, and I am proud of that blood, and my only regret is that I could not have learned how they had lived for all those years before the white man silenced her.


Joseph N. and Molly (Stokes) Bean

(she was about 31 or 32) I will also venture to say it was there wedding day. Photos were of special occasions in those days. So that is most likely when this was taken, and that means it was approximately 1883, give or take a year.

To give you some more perspective:

"NEVER let it be known you are Indian; you can pass for white, so BE white - forget everything you know about being Indian, forget all of it - because if you do not, you'll be treated worse than [blacks]."

That is what my ancestors were told, no question about it.....

That was reality during the period in history in which we wiped out a civilization, thus clearing the way so that European emigrants could prosper. That is why I don't know who my grandparent are any further back than my gr gr gr grandmother Cynthia Davis. I also don't know anything about that beautiful culture. Am I whining? No not really, because how can I miss what I never had? No I am just taking off the rose colored glasses.

In The Arkansas Gazette
for November 30,1824, is a stenogranhic
report of the speech of the Quapaw Chief signing this Treaty of 1824.
It graphically shows the reluctance of the Quapaws to give up their
ancestral lands to which they were attached with ties of sentiment
and religious belief in the sanctity of the graves of their ancestors.
This
touching speech is quoted as follows
:
My Father-I wish to answer the Speech you made your red children
yesterday. Your feet are on the white skin-the day is white-you
are
white! All emblematical of purity. And this day
I beg of yon mercy toward us. The whites have at all times exhibited pity for us-do not now withhold it. The land we now live on, belonged to our forefathers. If
we leave it, where shall we go to? All of my nation, friends and relatives,
are there buried. Myself am old, and in the same place I wish to deosit
my bones. Since you have expressed a desfre for us to remove, the tear8
have flowed copiously from my aged eyes. To leave my natal soil,
and
to go among red men who are aliens to our race, is throwing ur like out-
fl&i&al (ineligible)

letter, Quapaw Indian Files, National
Archives,
Washington DC


I cry too.....

Just think, Cynthia was living in that territory at that time, she was 13 years old. The Quapaws were being sent away; and yet I shudder to think what was happening in her family? Wondering?




Another one of Cynthia's daughters, this is Nancy Stokes Karr.
and one of her sons.

(photo courtesy of one of my cousins Billye R Moore)





As I go out and look at what beauty surrounds us, I reflect back to a different time. A time when white men came to america in hope of building a better world. Today standing upon this point looking down and seeing all of this beauty, the vastness is beyond my comprehension. There is so much right about this, how can we mess is up so bad. Why can't we all just live together in peace? I cry....too...


I want to keep going, I want to continue my research, I am sure that I will make mistakes, I will make false assumption, but the more I read, the more curious I become. The fact remains, that within me a voice calls to look for the truth. I shall .....

By 1850, Holloway and Cynthia are living in Ouachita County, Arkansas.

http://www.southwesttrail.com/jackson_military_road1.htmOpen in a new window

It was used as early as 1800 and connected Pittman (Hix Ferry or Currents), Supply, Maynard, Attica, and Jackson.(http://www.randolphcomuseum.org/history.htm)


If you click on the link above, you will see the one of the first trails coming through Arkansas. This trial leads from Batesville (Jackson Co, AR) down toward where Ouchita Co, AR. This trail was earlier used by Native American's and was known as the Natchitoches Trail.

Someone had sent word to my grandparents that land was abundantly cheap in the southeastern part of the state, or maybe they were beginning to get grief from locals who were beginning to become savy to the prospect of white men living with Indian squaws? Times were changing, the white man was gaining a full stronghold on the area, and even established members of the earliest settlers would be looked down upon because of their marital status, and not only that, but they would be raising "half breeds". The children would need to go to school and it may have been safer to school them where the families sketchy origin could be once again silenced.

This is just my own opinion, but considering the fate of so many Indians, who were hunted down, and forced to live on reservations, I doubt that my "opinion" is too far off.


Today is October 25th, 2008. Tomorrow I will be 58 years old.

Whew~ I remember thinking how far away that number was from me. I certainly saw it as a number that would represent some kind of entrance into a life that was at best deaths door. That is how I recall thinking of it in relation to me.

Yes, the colors before death.....that is what I like to say, when I view the beautiful leaves of fall.



The photo is anything but gloomy. I'd say it is refreshing.

Makes me wonder, does nature know something about dying that I am I missing?

So how does all of this talk about death, fall and birthday, fit into my writing on my Indian heritage?

Well, for one it ties in through a word called perspective. One that I have to remind myself of in many terms of life. "life on life terms".

I recently gained the manuscript that was written by my gr gr grandfather Robert Herman "Captain Jack" Watlington (1841 -1921) the work was *penciled* in 1920, one year before his passing, and his ripe old age of 80. Nice to think of his diligence in the art of words, even then. I was certainly inspired, for his use of the English Language is coined in such a melodic way, that one is assured that he was truly a lover of words.




Photo provided by cousin Shirley Jo Hays and restored by cousin Lydia Carol Hays


Perspective?

I haven't forgot, yes, perspective.....

Here is a except of his from the chapter entitled; XXVII Myrtle Spring


Time was, in the years that are gone, when its location was well known, as
all roads and by-paths led to Myrtle Springs. But to the younger readers,
brief mention of its exact location will be proper.

Two and a half miles north from the little village of Hooks, and within a
stones throw of the splendid public highway leading from the latter place to
Red River, is this famous old spring, long celebrated and admired for its
picturesque and romantic situation and its wonderful flow of pure,
crystal-clear water shaded by dense foliage of overhanging myrtle and
century-old oaks, and as the long ago stamping ground of the Red man.

In the dark, dim past, according to tradition, and with reasonable certainty,
beneath the gloomy shade of the primeval forest surrounding this old spring
came the Indian with his dusky squaw and papoose, set up his wigwam, dressed
his pelts, "jerked" his venison and other wild meat, and fashioned his rude
but deadly implements of the hunt or war path, the bow and arrow, scalping
knife and tomahawk. Here, too, were often built their council fires around
which were held their "powwows", involving tribal or other questions, of as
deep and serious import to them, no doubt, as the League Of Nations, or other
mighty, world-wide problems engrossing the minds and thoughts of eminent
Statesmen today.

And here, too, in his hideous war paint and gaudy feathers, foregathered the
Red Warrior to revel in the ghastly, blood curdling orgies of the "war
dance", which always preceded his wild and cruel forays of pillage and murder.

So much for tradition, and this only to convey some impression of the
antiquity of this old spring. It is still as buoyant and ceaseless and
wonderful as in the centuries dead and gone, but the Indian has long since
passed away to his "happy hunting grounds". And with his exit, when,
"Westward the star of Empire took its course," came the hardy, pale face
emigrants from the barren worn out lands of the old states, attracted by the
many inducements and opportunities here offered to those in search of new and
better homes, and in the course of human events, and when Texas as a State,
was just a young and modest little Miss, (a few of the more adventurous
spirits dating their advent back to earlier years when the Lone Star flag
waved in the breeze) There grew up around this old spring a small village or
"settlement", comprised for the greater part, of Virginians, North and South
Carolinians, and Georgians, -- all typical southern gentlemen of the old
school with all the term implies, -- the Peters, Lewises, Forts, Barkmans,
Mitchell's, Hooks, Battles, and Rochelle's, Knights, Smiths, Balls, and others"

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Okay, now here is where two worlds collide. I love to read my grandfathers remembrances of days long gone. I am deeply honored to read his scholarly and impressive "recollections". But I beg to point out the obvious difference in his view of Indians [and mine today] and how he referred to them as;

" Indian with his dusky squaw "

and then this
"in his hideous war paint"

then this....

"gaudy feathers"

and the all time favorite?
"ghastly, blood curdling orgies of the "war
dance", which always preceded his wild and cruel forays of pillage and murder."

and after 1000's of years of [the Redman] inhabiting this beautiful Myrtle
Spring, and wasn't it when the white man arrived still pristine?

Somehow magically and as if by chance that the....
"Indian has long since
passed away to his "happy hunting grounds"

and the final blow...what is referred to as Manifest Destiny which from a "religious view" of some, the Manifest Destiny Doctrine was based on the idea that European immigrants, had a divine providence. Their future was destined by God to expand its borders, with no limit to area or country. This so called "doctrine" was easily embraced by the white man as a way to take over the continent of our now known USofA. Which was once referred to as Turtle Island by the "Red man". So anyway, here is his statement regarding this:

And with his exit [Red man], when,
"Westward the star of Empire took its course," came the hardy, pale face
emigrants from the barren worn out lands of the old states, attracted by the
many inducements and opportunities here offered to those in search of new and
better homes.....

Okay grandpa, I would love to have been there with you, and talked to you about this view? (of course my opinion is hindsite and you know what hindsite allows you?) but still I believe that my grandfather would have been a lively debater, and he would have entered into a good discussion with me. He would have enjoyed my difference in opinion. (I hope)

I don't know the intricacies of the human mind, and not much on philosophy, but when it comes to seeing the world from an fully empathic nature, which I posses; then how we came to believe that we as white European emigrants saw ourselves as "God ordained" to wipe out an entire indigenous nation, is beyond my comprehension. Of course the correct answer is that it was necessary; the white man had to make room for progress, and that land would not hold red and white cultures, one had to go. But my mixed heritage, one being from the "Red man" and one being from my Euro blood lines, struggles for something other than the "correct answer". I came from both. How do I tidy this up, and make it right? Is that a question to even ask? Right or wrong? Are those fair questions today? I believe they are.

Now reading further in my Grandfather's recollections, he tells of the vast changes of Myrle Springs:

"All is changed. The dense woodland once surrounding Myrtle Spring has vanished, and in its place are fertile, well stocked farms, dotted by pretty modern dwellings, the homes of a prosperous, happy and contented people. Time and woodman's ax have not even spared the old spring. Its old charm and beauty is gone, and amid the desolation it stands, seemingly sad and lonely, wrapped in the solitude of its own originality. But its ceaseless, ever flowing water is still as fresh and pure as when in ages ago it was sipped by the Red man, and like Tennyson's river, it "flows on forever".

It makes me sad to read his words, for to me he seemed to see the reality all too well. Maybe my Grandfather did see what was happening, but when you live under the rule of a government doctrine of Manifest Destiny which developed and flourished by the early pioneer spirit of settlement of this vast and wonderful land. I do not doubt that survival is the nature that was to be dominant. How could one be philosophically against taking over this land, where would one go? How would these earliest of pioneers live and "prosper"? How to assimilate the two world of the red and white man.

As I stated earlier, Thomas Jefferson tried to come up with a proposal that would allow the red and white to co-exist.

We have inherited this conquest in the annuals of our blood. And no matter how one wants to rationalize/philosophize this, does thinking it right, make it so?

The year my Grandfather arrived in Bowie County was.....1866.

The first treaty of my ancestors from Arkansas was in 1818.

The first treaty of the Caddo (land he settled) was in 1835.

Neither of these treaty's were anything less that crowding the natives off their land, and making it ours. I shutter to write these words, for it is just as much my part in that, as I am against it. Speaking out of both sides of my mouth so to speak?

http://www.firstpeople.us/FP-Html-Treaties/TreatyWithTheQuapaw1818.htmlOpen in a new window

Oh and Perspective?
Sacred Medicine Water
A Caddo LegendOpen in a new window

The favor of the Great Spirit rested on the abundant forest, flowers, songbirds, and small animals of these quiet hills. Then a fierce dragon devastated the land, bringing disease and hunger on the people.

The Indian Nations pleaded with the Great Spirit to subdue the dragon, and the might of all the heavenly forces contrived to bury it deep under the mountain, where it shakes the Earth even today.

Once the Great Spirit had reclaimed his beautiful resting spot, he caused pure water to gush from the Earth, and asked that is favorite place be held neutral ground, so all can share in the healing waters.



(My Gr Auntie who was part Quapaw Indian.)



Ethel Karr Stokes (decendant of Cynthia and Holloway Stokes)

photo courtesy of my cousin Billy R. Moore and restored by Lydia Carol Hays

Living on the prairie during the early 1900's was not an easy life. No, it was hard, life was precious, nature was ruler. Today we have tried to turn that around, our current technology is without argument the most impressive that mankind has ever created. That is the current dig. We live in so much safety and comfort, but with one eyebrow raised at all times. I actually yearn for a simpler, less comfortable day. One where we re-think our original deeds. Could the hardships of yesterday be our saving grace? No doubt there are those who would laugh at my musings. I say let them laugh. I will go on dreaming.

I cry too......


Oh yeah, the birthday.....

In memory of the old chap my Grandfather Watlington, I will travel tomorrow to the town where our roots were first planted on the soil of the continent once called Turtle Island.

I will go to Yorktown and see the sites:

George ReadOpen in a new window

Oct. 25, 1608 - 1671

Here lyeth intered Coll George Read Esqr who was born ye 25th day October in ye yeare of our Lord 1608 and deceased October 1674 he being in the 66th yr of his age.


(he was the first of our now Watlington/Hays clan)




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Paula Gloria Show

Posted on Oct 19th, 2008 by queenofit : queenofit queenofit
The Other 9/11 (as Hollywood sees it) Alex Jones Robert Baer

Paula Gloria gives a spiritual perspective on how to stand strong while layers and layers of information wash over us, how to grab what is important to create the life we want with those we love and how to extend the love. A viewer sent me a vid on Robert Baer, a confusing character in relationship to Hezbollah, Al Quaeda and even 9/11 as a masterminded coup de ete. I comment on the entire vid ALEX JONES ROBERT BAER sent to me by ecotheracy
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Three Q's ???

Posted on Oct 18th, 2008 by queenofit : queenofit queenofit

name the....

 

controlling party of the U.S. House of Representatives,


the U.S. secretary of state


Great Britain's prime minister.

 

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I found this article and quiz this morning to be very disturbing. First these three questions are all over the news everyday. You hear each of these names and who controls the House and Senate badgered back and forth in comments all day long.

 

Then, the names Gordon Brown and Condoleezza Rice appear through out the week. how can anyone not know who they are?

 

I am not top dog when it comes to world matters, and certainly don't know enough about  political affairs of the day, I am still trying to get my own perspectives in place. Finding my own truth, digging deep for that one.

 

But today, when I read the following article I could not help but shudder, for this tells of those who voting for our next president/leader? So that is how we got here huh?

 

ok.....

 

have a fun day~

 

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http://news.yahoo.com/s/livescience/20081015/sc_livescience/americansflunksimple3questionpoliticalsurvey

Some news audiences are more politically savvy than others, according to a new poll, with readers of The New Yorker and similar high-brow magazines being the most knowledgeable.

The survey, conducted between April 30 and June 1 by the Pew Research Center for the People & the Press, measured the political knowledge of 3,612 U.S. adults. Participants were asked to name the controlling party of the U.S. House of Representatives, the U.S. secretary of state and Great Britain's prime minister.

Overall, just 18 percent of participants answered all three questions correctly.

More than 50 percent of Americans knew that the Democrats have a majority in the House, while 42 percent could identify the secretary of state (Condoleezza Rice). Less than 30 percent could name the prime minister of Great Britain (Gordon Brown).

Perfect scores

The best-informed news audiences crossed the ideological spectrum. Nearly half of regular readers of The New Yorker, The Atlantic and Harper's Magazine answered all three political knowledge questions correctly.

A perfect score was obtained by 44 percent of regular listeners of National Public Radio (NPR), 43 percent of regular viewers of MSNBC's "Hardball with Chris Matthews" and 42 percent of the Fox News Channel's "Hannity & Colmes" audience. Thirty-four percent of "The Colbert Report" audience and 30 percent of "The Daily Show" audience got all three questions correct.

While most news audiences knew that Democrats have a majority in the House, participants struggled to correctly name the current British prime minister.

Just four news audiences had a majority who correctly identified Gordon, including regular readers of The New Yorker and similar magazines such as The Atlantic, regular NPR listeners, regular readers of political magazines, such as The Weekly Standard and The New Republic, and regular viewers of "Hardball."

Just 44 percent of BBC viewers identified the prime minister correctly.

Here's a detailed breakdown of the percentage of individuals answering each of the three questions correctly from the different news audiences:

  • The New Yorker/Atlantic: 71 percent (correctly identified Democrats as the majority in the House), 71 percent (correctly identified Condeleeza Rice), 59 percent (correctly identified Gordon Brown)
  • NPR: 73 percent, 72 percent, 57percent
  • Hannity & Colmes: 84 percent, 73 percent, 49 percent
  • Rush Limbaugh: 83 percent, 71 percent, 41 percent
  • Colbert Report: 73 percent, 65 percent, 49 percent
  • Daily Show: 65 percent, 48 percent, 36 percent
  • NewsHour: 66 percent, 52 percent, 47 percent
  • O'Reilly Factor: 70 percent, 60 percent, 41 percent
  • C-SPAN: 63 percent, 59 percent, 35 percent
  • Letterman/Leno: 51 percent, 42 percent, 31 percent
  • CNN: 59 percent, 48 percent, 29 percent
  • National Enquirer: 44 percent, 32 percent, 22 percent

Education factor

In general, well-educated news audiences scored high on political knowledge. For instance, 54 percent of the regular readers of publications such as The New Yorker, The Atlantic and Harper's Magazine are college graduates, as are 54 percent of regular NPR listeners.

However, several news audiences with relatively low proportions of college graduates also scored well on the news quiz. Just 31 percent of regular "Hannity & Colmes" viewers are college graduates. Even still, 42 percent Hannity viewers got perfect scores on the political knowledge quiz, compared with 44 percent of NPR listeners.

Nearly 40 percent of the regular audience of the news parody "The Colbert Report" are college graduates, compared with 30 percent of "The Daily Show" viewers. Both shows have younger audiences than other TV news sources, with less than a quarter of Colbert and Daily Show viewers over the age of 50, compared with more than half of "Hardball" and "Hannity & Colmes" viewers being 50 and older.

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Awakening is Knowing; is never Exactly; As we Imagined ?

Posted on Oct 15th, 2008 by queenofit : queenofit queenofit
Amish Girls Planting Tomatoes

By Matt RosenbergOpen in a new window

Published: August 18, 2008

DAYTON - At the wholesale produce market in this Mennonite community, farming families arrive by horse and buggy and pallets are stacked high with freshly harvested Shenandoah Valley onions, corn, green peppers and squash.

The setting evokes a simpler, pre-industrial era. In reality, small-scale farmers are experiencing growing pains as they adapt to the country’s expanding diet for locally grown foods and the exacting demands of high-volume distributors of their produce.

Companies such as Sysco Corp., Whole Foods Market Inc. and Wal-Mart Stores Inc. want guaranteed volumes, set prices for an entire season and the ability to trace produce back to its source in the event of a food-related health scare, among other things.

However, such standards, and other formal trappings of the business world - contracts, attorneys, technology - often conflict with the ethics, and practical considerations, of small-scale farmers, especially those who are deeply religious.

“They feel they are producing something as safe and secure as their relationship with the Lord,” said David Watson of the Association of Family Farms.

Moreover, growers in temperate climates don’t have a 12-month supply of produce. “Trying to match what the buyers need with what’s being planted” is one of the biggest challenges, said Richard Rohrer, a Mennonite farmer and manager of the Shenandoah Valley Produce Auction.

When one large buyer recently demanded insurance - which is needed in case a fruit or vegetable makes someone ill - the Dayton farmers balked.

“We deal more on the handshake, personal commitment - look the grower in the eye,” said farmer Vernon Hoover, the Dayton auction’s independent buyer.

Still, Amish and Mennonite and even non-religious small-scale growers in Virginia, Pennsylvania, Ohio, Iowa, Tennessee, New York and other states are mindful of the money to be made from this emerging relationship with big distributors. And they are willing to engage in some horse trading to create business relationships.

For example, they want industry demands such as specialty boxes and company labels to be factored into their price, according to Rich Pirog, associate director of the Leopold Center for Sustainable Agriculture at Iowa State University. And while wholesale markets, or auctions, benefit the food industry by bringing together larger numbers of growers in one location, they also make it easier for smaller growers to make connections to representatives of big companies and their resources, including refrigerated trucks and bar-code labels.

“If you have a quality product, consistently packaged, don’t top dress by taking the worst and putting it on the bottom - all that is the way you build your name here at the auction,” Charlie Martin, the Dayton auction’s board chairman, said. He proudly stood before a large stack of unblemished yellow and green squash that his 16-year-old daughter picked that morning, wearing surgical gloves to avoid marring their flesh.

The demand for what small-scale farmers have to offer is burgeoning.

l Wal-Mart last month said it would sell $400 million worth of locally grown produce this year, making it the largest player in that market. Its suppliers include “many Amish and Mennonite growers” who work through third party suppliers, spokeswoman Deisha Galberth said.

l Chipotle Mexican Grill Inc. in June pledged to purchase 25 percent of at least one produce item for each of its stores from small and mid-sized farms located within 200 miles. It already uses locally produced pork at its Charlottesville location.

l Whole Foods Market purchased 22 percent of its produce locally last year, up from the previous year’s 19 percent.

By any measure, though, the nation’s 50-plus Amish and Mennonite produce auctions remain a sliver of food industry sales. Total combined retail and food service fresh produce sales were $94.8 billion in 2005, according to industry and government estimates.

The Cumberland Valley Produce Auction in Shippensburg, Pa., began in 1994 with roughly 500 Amish and Mennonite growers, whose customers were primarily local grocers and restaurants. Since then, it has doubled in size, thanks in large part to the demand from large, well-known companies. Buyers come to Shippensburg from New York, Pittsburgh, Washington, D.C., and other points.

A decade ago, Cumberland Valley wrestled with many of the same issues the Mennonites of Dayton, Va., are dealing with today. Now, the auction is large enough to afford liability insurance, in case a legal action arises from a tainted product, manager George Cleary said.

Cleary said there is a simple formula for success: “Good product and plenty of it.”

In northeast Ohio, the Homerville Wholesale Produce Auction has instituted a system that tracks every box of produce to the grower’s field, enabling chain grocers and food distributors to know the origin of any fruit or vegetable they sell.

The Homerville auction, which began operations in 1997, has seen annual growth of 20 percent to 40 percent, says F.W. Owen, a former dairyman who manages the market. The auction sells produce grown primarily by the Amish, but also has Mennonite and other growers, he said.

The auction initially attracted independent regional grocers and farmstand owners from all around - Cleveland, Akron, Wooster and Elyria. Now national chains account for 25 percent of its sales, Owen said.

After studying the success of these other operations, the Dayton auction, which began in May 2005, has seen its annual sales top $1 million - a significant milestone for an isolated farming economy that was once based in dairy.

The growers are primarily Old Order Mennonite, many of whom get around by horse and buggy and reject modern entertainment such as a TV and radio. That said, many splurge on the latest in farm equipment, including high-end tractors that can cost tens of thousands of dollars.

Eric S. Bendfeldt, an agricultural extension agent who has worked closely with the Mennonite community to get the auction up and running, said that while the agrarian-based Amish and Mennonite communities are currently grappling with the demands of a new market, they are ultimately a natural fit for the big food companies.

They know and accept the rigors of farmwork, are committed to quality farm practices and their large families provide a key element of farming: labor.

Pirog, of the Leopold Center at Iowa State, said the farm products of the emerging Amish and Mennonite growers also connect with consumers seeking foods tied to a place or a country, such as Spanish hams or Italy’s Parmigiano-Reggiano cheese.

Mennonite-grown, he added, “has a certain cachet.”

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If I woke up tomorrow and was living back during the period of history when my gr grandparents grew up, the life of Amish and/or Mennonites would not have been so foreign. I did spend time on some of the same (less the farm impliments in video) environment.

I stayed with my grandmother an enormous amount of time as a child, we ate farm fresh vegtables every day, we drank raw milk every day, we would go to the spring and dig out the gravel so the water would flow to through the home made plumbing that was there. My grandmother taught me to conserve water, "don't flush the toliet every time you use it" she would sternly warn me. "It is summer time, and the spring is running low, we need to save as much water as we can." I was never quite clear on that, as when I went home to stay with my parents, no one ever worried about water? But it was different down there in the country where I lived and loved staying with my grandmother. She used to tell us how they played when they were children. She would say, we took sticks and made dolls, and we made play houses out of rubbish. I learned lots of little tricks that more or less amused us then. But would be very backward today? or not?

Relics of human beings, is what someone referred to the human race today, or the western "civilized" race, that is....?

Sure conserving water, not having much to do unless you made it, no downtown nearby to hang out and see other kids, going inside that smelly dairy to get our milk? Oh God, those were the days, and am I prepared to go there again? When my grandmother was well into her sixty's, she got up at sunrise, went to the fields, picked our lunch; beans, corn, whatever, and came back shelled the peas, or shucked the corn, just whatever she brought home, and when I woke up, the pressure cooker would be going strong, and lunch time, we had a full course home cooked meal. Special event, some company coming, none of the above, that was the way life was, back in those times. I am not sixty yet, I still have a field or two left in me to plant and harvest. 

hays photos 001

 

Bring em on I say.......

Relics?

They sit home and watch tv all day and wait for the news to tell them what to think, do, buy, breath, eat......

blink blink.....




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Are "THEY" coming on Oct 14?

Posted on Oct 7th, 2008 by queenofit : queenofit queenofit
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Oct 5 08

Last night I was wandering about on the Internet looking for something to read other than the current topics of the day. I made a decision on Sunday to de-program myself from all of this non-sensical news which has been draining my energy.

I realized that all that has begun to happen is that "i" was just becoming more seperated from the source.

So what happened, is that since I committed to doing some soul searching, doors began to open and wow, did they open.

I raqn across a message regarding The Federation of Light. Immediately I was convinced that this has full merit. In my view anyway. I feel~

I feel this vibration that is coming closer to our planet. I feel it and it has moved me to look within.

All I can do is believe this feeling, and allow this to grow inside me.

I AM~

Things have begun to happen, I know that for sure.

Looking inside, finding your own truth, wisdom.

The sky was ablaze yesterday.



The Sky Is beginning to feel this vibration


This will continue!

of and in love,

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The Federation of Light

Posted on Oct 7th, 2008 by queenofit : queenofit queenofit
Blossom Goodchild clarifies October 14th

The Message
spiritual reality

Blossom's most recent book “The Bridge” documents the messages channelled to her by the Cosmic Beings known as The Federation of Light. In her most recent encounters with them they have announced that one of their craft will appear in our skies on October 14th 2008 for a period of three days in such a way as to prove to us the existence of other life forms in the Universe. The Federation of Light stress that they come in LOVE to help us and our planet move to a new Higher Vibration of Love. They have asked Blossom to get this message out to as many people as possible.

TO LEADERS, GOVERNERS, POLITICIANS AND
ALL PEOPLE OF EARTH ….

We wish it to be understood that on the 14th day of your month of October in the year 2008 a craft of great size shall be visible within your skies. It shall be in the south of your hemisphere and it shall scan over many of your states.

We give to you the name of Alabama.

It has been decided that we shall remain within your atmosphere for the minimum of three of your twenty four hour periods.

During this time there will be much commotion upon your earth plane. Your highest authorities will be intruding into ‘our’ atmospherics that surround our ship. This ‘security field’ is necessary for us, as there shall take place a ‘farce’ from those in your world who shall try to deny that we come in LOVE.

KNOW OF THIS

WE COME TO ASSIST YOUR WORLD.

WE DO NOT COME TO TAKE OVER.

WE DO NOT COME TO DESTRUCT.

WE COME TO GIVE YOU HOPE.

We are beings from other planets, who for many eons of your time have been preparing for these days ahead.

We ask each soul that reads of these words to accept in their heart the Truth that lies within. For in that place there is the knowing that this is to take place.

There shall be many who deny. There shall be many who dismiss.

There shall be those who KNOW of this TRUTH.

Which ever you may be … let this be understood.

IT SHALL TAKE PLACE.

We give you the opportunity to capture on screen this particular ship. There shall be no contact in the form that those of your planet would like. For this initial presentation, we shall simply be presenting our ship to you.

We say to you … That shall certainly be enough to comprehend initially.

All kinds of methods shall be carried out in order to try and penetrate through our security barrier, but they shall be to no avail.

Until we can PROVE to you that we come in LOVE, we will not allow the fullness of our visits to be uncovered.

KNOW OF THIS …

THIS IS THE BEGINNING … NOT THE END

Your governments and your media will try to disguise us. This will fail. All avenues have been covered by us.

Your media will have no choice but to portray the TRUTH for it shall be there for all to see.

Friends of earth. Do not be afraid. We beseech you to TRUST that we come to bring the downfall of those who have misintentions for the well being of your planet.

If we do not intervene now … as has been planned for eons of your earth time … then we fear it would be too late.

WE ASK YOU TO ACCEPT US IN LOVE.

FOR THAT IS WHY WE COME.

The sayings that your world have been aware of via your movie screens etc were not merely make believe. We have been planting and watering seeds of Truth on your planet in preparation for these days.

FOR INDEED

WE COME IN PEACE.

Fill your souls with TRUST in that knowledge.

We are your brothers and sisters from other places.

Our technology is far advanced. There are those in high places of ruling that KNOW full well of this. Therefore they know that there would be little point trying to ‘pretend’ that they need weapons to destroy us.

On this day that we appear, we ask you to listen only to your hearts and NOT to the words of those who shall be in great fear of losing their power.

 For too long your world has lived under a cloud that most of you have been unaware of. If you were to KNOW the Truths of what has been hidden from you, you would be appalled and in great disbelief.

It is time for your souls to be allowed to be who they are.

The veil is to be removed.

BE OF JOY.

IT IS A TIME FOR THAT.

YOU SHALL KNOW OF THIS AS YOUR HEART ACCEPTS THE TRUE REASON FOR OUR VISIT.

TO BRING YOU AN UNDERSTANDING OF LOVE.  KNOW THIS.

We choose to leave it at that.

Be vigilant. Keep your eyes to the skies.

Keep LOVE in your heart.

WE … THE FEDERATION OF LIGHT … SIGN OFF, GIVING YOU ENCOURAGEMENT AND HOPE AS WE BEGIN THE ASCENSION INTO THE NEW WORLD.

Each one of you has chosen to be here for this ascension. Choose now whether your human form will …

Accept it through LOVE Or Reject it through FEAR.

May the Highest aspect of your soul fill you with Light as you move bravely forward.

Gratitude to each one as they assist us in the cause

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A note from Blossom.
I am aware that Alabama is NOT in the Southern Hemisphere. I queried this to the Federation and was told … ‘In days of old, it used to be’. If anyone can find information on this, I would be most grateful if you could contact me via my website.

It has also been suggested that ‘Alabama’ maybe the name of a craft.

On researching it appears that Alabama has a NASA space centre. .

It required great courage to send this out. I hope this allows you the courage within yourselves to continue on your own personal search for YOUR TRUTH.

may it fill you with much
LOVE LIGHT LAUGHTER & GOLDEN RAYS
Blossom Goodchild

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more than a fairy tail....

Posted on Sep 28th, 2008 by queenofit : queenofit queenofit
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She knew the time was running out, somehow inside her jumbled thoughts, there continued to be this one idea, this one constant warning. How could she figure it out, what was she here to do, that was her most haunting question. It has been almost two years since He had told her about the purpose, it was the One telling her,  speaking to her, allowing her to find out what she was here for, and still  the past two years; she continued to feel her life was meaningless. Sure, she had moments of inspiring thoughts, words dancing in her head and singing like a long forgotten tune. But surely there was something more, a deeper purpose. It was a constant never ending feeling. She had awaken, and the world was going crazy.

There were other things that had begun to reveal themselves to her, suddenly this strange fascination with family members from the past. It was as if someone from the past was calling her, asking her to hear them, but it was so faint. It wasn’t clear enough. Then there were those endless messages, those visions; so to speak. How could she ignore that, it wasn’t that she did not believe; she knew  that she was either possessed or the gift was coming alive inside. Either way, she knew she could not go on living, ignoring these signs.

Life was easy for her, and she was in love with the freedom that she now possessed. But the problem was she had this gnawing feeling that time was running out, it was as if she was looking back over her shoulder all the time, feeling as if by the time she was prepared for the work she was here to do, the time would have run out.

Finally one night, while sitting alone in her room it occurred to her, a simple thought really.  The little people who she always had been drawn to; were  little fairies. She had fought this idea for years, there had been past experiences which people had laid claim to fairies, and it did her harm That had made her run away from the idea. Now tonight as she began to open herself up to them, she realized that she was not going to be able to fulfill her work, unless she called them forth.

How to start, what would be the best place to open oneself up to their shy protective world?  She did not exactly live in a secluded country place that fairies would like. But she knew they would come to her, if they were called, if she allowed them. They were here already, she thought. I know they are here.

One of her earliest memories of childhood is remembering that the protector women from below had been called upon to watch after her and her little sister. They had always had that going for them, but as years went by, the visions of these guardians had almost disappeared. She knew she was the reason for that. So how to get them to believe in her again? The voice inside her head simply said, just believe in us, and we will believe in you. Stop trying to get someone else to believe in us, all you have to do is call us, we are already here.

So that night things began to change, that night she opened herself up to them, she started to make a plan.

to be continued.....


There were plans to made, the first thing to do was find someplace to allow the fairies to hide, fairies love to have lots of green to hide in, she knew that. They had told here that, so efforts began, she would just go out and get a little tree, one of the voices told her they loved little trees. Was that a bonsai tree she wondered? Although bonsai trees aren’t especially dependable, that look is very appealing. Little magic stones, crystal, even a little fountain with some magic water, crisp blue water with shimmering stars to make it shine, it would be so beautiful, she thought about all of the pleasurable small enticements, it would be fun.

Life had become too dull and that had been part of her problem anyway, thinking about this tonight brought pleasure to her, she loved the same things that little fairies do, no wonder this would be so easy.

There were much bigger problems in her head that building little fairy garden, things that don’t get fixed as easliy either, but she would not think about any of that right now, no reason to drum up such depressing thoughts, no just wait, the fairies will come soon, things will begin to get better, they had spoken to her just yesterday morning, all telling her what they wanted to live in, it was funny in a way. Life would get better, it had too.

The Fairy Land.....

They had been meeting for days, it was a group of older member of the clan. They had been guiding the 9003003.-3 clan since the beginning.  There still existed some recorded history to rely up; there were divisions of this clan, some had splintered off to France in 15th century and others into Germany, but they had originated from Ireland, the lot of em. Some of the oldest fairies still living new of the members of this ancient clan, they had been mound people, they were some of the only large people who had been part of the fairies and learned of the fairies ways.

And the great Tuatha de Danann of Ireland were there to head up the meeting, the leader who was there to speak on behalf of her calling was the  greatest women  Badb, a battle goddess, there were others there as well, Morrigu, the Crow of Battle, Eire, Fodla and Banba, daughters of the Dagda and Brigit a woman of poetry. Her sway was great and noble and she was a woman of healing. They gathered around the large crystal table, it was common to meet here for important callings. As they began to arrive their questions swirling around the room like flashing lights. They all read minds, some could speak through the air, no voice needed;  however when they all gathered in the cave, the beams of thought became tangled like a giant spider web, and they all became quite confused. It was times like this, that only the very oldest and wisest ones could figure out what was being said, the others remained dependent upon spoken words.

A few of the younger fairies, ones who had never fought in battles were gathered in a corner, telling of how they had been to visit her, that she seemed to be a little off to them and it did not seem to be the practical thing at hand to send their services in to assist someone so unaware. They were keeping there remarks to a low whisper, even though they felt superior in their more modern rolls than the old wizards, the fact remained without any doubt, they did not possess the mental powers as the ancient ones. If any of the older ones heard them, they were not seeming to pay much mind to them.



Her first visit....

She sat in her little room, she had been trying to figure out how to start. Her mind was never resting, it was either full blast darts of confused ideas, never leading much of anywhere, or the other few moments of still more voices, these seemed to be the channeling. Could she have some special gift, something that allowed these voices to make their way into her head? She tried brushing them off, but it was time to let the ideas take shape. The little poem came back to her, how many times had she written the very same words.....she trembled as she wrote:

I ask the fairies
to come see me.
I ask their help
to let me see...

their vision,
their brain
their beauty
their name

come one
come all
I sing to you all
come out
come please
come here
come each
The world is not right
The world is a fright
oh little ones
come
into sight
into ONE....

the energy
the flow
the suspicion
the know
the beauty
the beast
the love
I do feast
I call on you now
I call on you how
I call on you here
please fairies, come near....

it was then that evening she heard, a faint whispering song....

"the place we do go
the place do I know?
the sunny or the shade,
the spot need be made
on limb or on tree
a space {only) you can see
fix it up now
fix it up will be how
calling to me
calling you can’t see
Brave they will come
all you need is to hum
the place we will see
fix it up near a tree....

And that evening it went on and on, the sing song back and forth between the fairy and the odd woman.

Large or small tree? she asked.

The tree can be big
the tree you can dig
the bells and the bow
the fells and the foe.
the wells, and the woe
we run from
don’t go....

We come when you call
your flow is the fall
stay clear in your head
[when] your rested go ahead.

She then asked "I need some time, does it exist
 or what’s time? Please I hold on for hope, I feel such a dope."

they answered.....

You’ll be fine, go get tree
well be there by number 3
no need to concern
no need, time to learn
do as your told
your brave,
just be bold
believe in little me
believe you will "see"

The little ones go
they go where they’re told,
were young, and were old
don’t feel sorry
just let winds blowssss



She sat there crying, she was trembling, her face covered in salty tears, and her little body ached. Why her, was this real, and she knew it was. Whoever they were, they were real, she had made contact with them. If she could just compose herself, stop shaking, stop crying, it was causing her to loose her breath. She must have looked a fright, thank goodness she lived alone, she thought at that moment, times like this it certainly paid off.


In the caves.....

The fairies live in many parts of the world, they have built incredible underground chambers that allow them to travel any time day or night and never be detected.
However, they don’t usually use these routes, they don’t have to actually depend on their complex infrastructure for travel, they only need this when moving food supplies, fixed objects that man has made that they have no use for, but they like to study this stuff, it is like a research project to them. But for real travel, it is done by mental telepathy, or what some would call time travel. It olden days it was harder to use the time travel, but today with the airwaves so full of such man made nonsense, one advantage the fairies, mystics, and gnomes all had going is they could attach on the gamma rays and travel faster.....the older statesmen; wizards and such never experimented with such folly, they simply liked the older method of thinking their destination and arriving there a few hours later. Sure it was slower, but none the less it seemed to them less harmful, and if you have been alive over 1000 years it is hard to change your ways.

Some of the older members of Mystics International would be coming in later, the only problem with their old ways of travel, was their inability to get through the matrix of signals, in some parts of  the heavily congested world.  They had to re-route around city’s, like Nodnol, today they heard it referred to GB or some even linked them all together and said it was called EU....these guys got tired of trying to learn the new lingo, they just stayed with what it was called back in the days of their earliest education.


The  World View (the other side)

As he sat alone is his room, studying his documents, thinking about the past and what the future held he began to notice a pattern displayed,  one is which had been consistent since empire culture began. Sure, the industrial revolution and markets had added a few wrinkles. But the pattern that he noticed all the way through, was one of a pattern of a small powerful elite taking land and labor from the colonies for free or a very low price. They extorted valuables, then exported these commodities for a currency that would support the small elite, and in return would keep the native populations of the world in control.

As he saw this; it was a common thread that ran though out history, always the same pattern, it worked from the beginning of time this way, but the one caveat; that in the pursuit of  profits no one had ever observed environmental laws.
They may take any land they need, they may use any type and amount of agricultural chemicals on their crops and they may dump toxins in any manner that they please. Although today, man has taken this pattern to new lows, ultimately he saw this the same no matter what course was used. Mankind would destroy his nest at the expense of profits for the minority ruling class of elite.

He was depressed, he was loosing his motivation to work toward the families greedy goals, how could he do what he was trained to do, when he knew what was ahead.


His secret research was geared toward the basic condition of life on earth. He had  heard of many roads to salvation. When he thought of many ways that been used to divert the truth regarding saving the planet, it sickened him; he hears that same rhetoric; economic development will save us, solar heating will save us, technology, the return of Jesus Christ who will restore the heaven and the earth, the promulgation of land reform, the recycling of materials, the establishment of capitalism, communism, socialism, fascism, Muslimism, vegetarianism, trilateralism, and even the birth of new Aquarian Age, we have been told, will save us. But the most humble and meek has been overlooked, that being,  if the humans cannot maintain the soil of the planet, they cannot live here. Why was that so overlooked? I did not seem to him to be "rocket science".

His family was not even in the least interested in his premises, none, nada. He knew better than to even reveal his research, that would just cause more turmoil, and the last thing he wished for is more upheaval. He wondered so many times, how did he get born into the unscrupulous bunch of greedy wealthy no-good- doers? He just did not seem to fit. It was getting late, he was going to have to make an entrance to his mothers dinner party, it was the worst part of his fake life, all of those phony empty robot like excuses for human beings. Worried about the same things, where the next visit to our summer home, or what the price of an investment is and then there is always those who 
actually see this shallow lifestyle
 as  work. He thinks back to that horrible conversation with Mrs Ttadppoopble, what was it she told him.?... "People might be surprised about the extent to which wealth can be a burden. It doesn’t take care of itself", he loathed this woman and she was as shallow as  a mud puddle. Ugh! To him there  was nothing valuable about any rich socialite who spent there time justifying being  able to maintain and improve their current status and get ahead. If only he could get out of this town, run away to a real country side. Live like a regular normal, if there were such a being, person. Just as he was about to settle for a bottle of scotch and package of pretzels for dinner and skip the entire affair, the phone rang, who could this be he wondered, when he answered the phone it was his cousin Russ on the other end, "going to see you at dinner tonight at Mumsies old chap? " before Holloway could say no, Russ answered his own question, "sure you will be there, I have set you up with a fine dinner date this evening, just wear your
MADIA GRAS mask" shrieking Holloway answered, "MADIA GRAS? are you nuts, this is September pal? what are you saying?" at that Russ just laughed loud and before Holloway could reply, hung up the phone. Now then Holloway for sure did not want to show, but he was for sure in a pickle, what happens if he stands up Russ and his mystery date? Mumsies will freak.....that is not a chance Holloway wanted to take.

Then he started thinking about his screwed up family, he thought of Russ Prince, he was fun sure, but with all he could do with his money to help others, what had he been telling Holloway last week...As Russ Prince describes it, it’s the mindset of "I have the $5 million jet. I want the $10 million jet." But he doesn’t see it as greed. Rather, he says, it’s simply a reflection of what everyone at every income level wants: something more.

" ’Greedy’ is the wrong word,’’ Prince said. "This is not a bad thing. This is the capitalist model. The desire to keep moving up, to enhance their lifestyle, is critical to having this entrepreneurial society.’’  Yeah, Holloway was born into the wrong family. He had to change his life, he had to do something soon.

Elephants and Whales:

They sing songs to communicate, it is a frequency lower than average humans will/can allow themselves to hear. Mystics, Fairies, gnomes, Wizards, all those magical creatures still have the ability to allow it. When Evil becomes the doctrine that travels though the lands, the frequency is heard and these magical creatures become the ears of God. They have an inborn duty to respond. It is not something they take lightly, having been born with this genetic gift. Some say they feel a vibration as though drums are beating, other explain it as though it is a voice crying, some tell the voice is very feminine, other say it is a masculine cry. This immense cry or vibrational sound, is what stirs up within, a complicated and complex yearning to move toward safety and begin their communal work. So many voices and drums together mark safety. That is part why they must gather and this intuitive sense they are born with; they "just know it". The problem being, that since the days of the "witch" burnings most have lived in secret underground dwellings. Young ones have been born since that time who have never known many others like themselves, leaving them to feel lost and abandoned. However, when the calling begins to get louder and louder the distance will be no barrier. The hear will the sounds, they will begin to migrate, the will be lead.

The smells:

There was time when man used his sense of smell much like a animals do. When animals follow their nose (so to speak)they learn much about their journey. Smells can tell you if danger lies ahead, who traveled ahead of you, how long ago they passed, smells can help one find food, shelter, safety. Smells can warn one of dangerous elements also. Smells can tell if one is a fiend or friend. Smell is a tool, sniffing is a lost art, but down under where the air is free of man made illusive worldly smells, the sense of smell still exist. So the Fairies, the gnomes, the trolls, the elves, the grand wizards, all those and more who dwell wi-thin still have this art. Those who live among man, i.e. mystics, witches, soothsayers, and the newbabies, born in the last 50 to 70 years have lost the art. They think. Yet they do know they are different, they have not learned how to use their gifts. These above ground dwellers have been  born into a world of confusion. There parents were either some of the lost ones, or they come from families who had to evacuate during the great witch hunts of the 1800’s. Many tried to blend into society shutting down there senses in order to survive. These land dwellers refused to talk about there gifts and lost hope of ever using them again. So their children grew up thinking that life was strange and abnormal, they did not understand their gifts. Today things will change, the children of the evacuees will begin to hear the callings, they have the inborn ability to follow the call. They will begin to migrate, there senses will begin to develop strength. At first, they will feel as though their heads ache all the time, they may experience sensations related to sinus issues, some will think they are crazy and go to psychiatrist for help. They will usually have issues with their other sense, runny nose, watery eyes, ringing in their ears. You ask, how they get through all of this? I tell you that deep wi thin they will gradually begin to wake up, as their senses improve the sounds will come first, that will go on for some for weeks, months and months. But as more awaken, others will follow, it is written that way. There will be thousands who have been asleep for a very long time, it may take them longer to awaken, but the young ones will come to first. When they land dwellers begin to wake up, we the older underground survivors will come forward and begin to do things that have been forbidden for many years. The great leaders are all gathered here, the laws are written and time is not on our side. We don’t have time to argue, this what we were put here to do, our days of hiding and burying our heads in the sand is over. I have heard her cry, their are others who hear her. She cries day and night, her vibrations are getting stronger and stronger. She must be allowed to come soon. She is in great danger. She has been chosen to lead the ones above. She has to be told, we must go to her, prepare her, and begin.



They sat looking at each other, the room was quiet, no one wanted to speak. Thoughts were darting around the room, many minds were dancing with joy, it was a relief. Yet in the dark corner of the room there sat some of the elders grimacing. They were not happy to hear this at all. The had lived through other such horrible times and they hated the idea of loosing so many to save a world that to them needed to be destroyed. They also knew of the dangers and warning that were written. Yes, the Wizard told his vision and to some degree he was right, but he left out some very important details. Why was he leaving out the darkest warnings? Someone had to step forward, someone had tell them everything. The meeting would not adjourn until tomorrow. They would gather again tomorrow to make final plans. The old ones would meet in secret tonight, the must make plans, they must warn them all of the greatest dangers, if not these laws are broken, they will loose their immortality....

The Memory~~~ to be continued ~~~sigh


Guidance into the unknown

As she sat alone in her humble dwelling, the little odd woman was never without some inner turmoil. Nothing ever felt exactly right. She would get these voices telling her to act upon certain things, then when she did the outcome would amaze her. Today as she sat on her little cot, next to the window, she was watching something blowing in the wind. It was more like a flutter, not exactly as large as a butterfly, and the colors reminded her of a beautiful flower. But the way it was moving above the vegetation, told her it wasn’t a flower either. She sat there in silence watching it, it was almost as if when she watched it she could feel the inner voices calm and she entered into a lucid meditative state. It must have lasted for a while, but suddenly she was gazing into her little eyes, this little object was in her frontal vision and it was darting from eye to eye. She could not believe what she was seeing, yet she was overcome with such a harmonious feeling, that she did not judge her experience in human terms. Whatever or whoever this was felt perfect. It wasn’t causing her to experience any other feeling that complete calm and pleasure.

Suddenly the little object transformed itself into full blown body, and when the body appeared, Sophia almost fainted, but not in the physical falling down sense, the fainting was more ethereal. She remained cognitive, just in that lucid state. It was the most relaxed she had felt in her life. The little creature watched Sophia, as she moved from eye to eye, then she landed on her shoulder. Her voice was singing, her little wings fluttered and suddenly rested. After everything was completely still, the little one spoke. "I am here to guide you to safety Sophia, it is time for your purpose to begin. We have a safe place for you and when you get there, the others are waiting." she watched Sophia’s expression carefully, knowing that this was relief for Sophia, yet there would be, if not handled perfectly, cause for Sophia to undergo a discomfort that could stall the process. So the little one effortlessly moved to Sophia’s other shoulder, knowing that her magic existed in her dazzling wing span, the magic dust particles that where misted about kept Sophia under her spell. As Sophia breathed in the mist, she again felt the lucid sense, and fell back into the trance. Sophia spoke words that she did not even realize she knew. "I am ready to go with you, I have been waiting for this, you are much smaller than I expected, however there has been visions in my head of you for years. Your name is Brigit, I have spoken to you many times in my dreams, my poetry comes from you, I recognize your aura." suddenly Brigit knew that this mission was going to be fun, if Sophia was able to transform her inner vision instantly as this, no one could argue that this was their true connection. Sophia asked Brigit, "So how do we travel, if we are going underground, what happens to me, I am so much larger than you are?" Brigit smiled she was well prepared for this, the transformation was so simple she had been trained for magic such as this by the greatest of all fairies, she might be a little rusty, but this should not take long. Brigit asked Sophia if she had any crystals, to which Sophia immediately got up, when she did her feet left the floor and it startled her. She begin to laugh as she flew across the room Sophia looked at Briget who was sitting on her shoulder, and asked Briget how she was making them both fly. Brigets smile was faint, but she said nothing. Briget did not want to tell Sophia that it was not her magic that caused this, Sophia was already beginning the transformation within her own inherited natural mystical ability. When Sophia brought out the jeweled dusty box, she held it up close to her face so that Brigit could point to the crystal that she would like to have. Briget looked close and flew into the box, the crystals began to glitter and flash. But buried below them all was the one that would work. It was a magic ceremonial crystal. Brigit stood on the one next to it, and pointed "get this one Sophia, the one with the blue beams coming from it, that will be our travel beam crystal." Sophia was watching with utter amazement, she had been collecting these rocks for many years, she had held these crystal and rocks admiring them hundreds of times, she had never seen them come to life this way. She thought and then she forgot, suddenly she felt in a trance, as if she were being drugged. The trance and spell were already beginning, Sophia began to shrink, smaller and smaller she became, her clothing were draping on the floor all about, and suddenly Sophia was as small as Briget, it was a glorious sight. These two little fairies so timid and so small, ready to leave this little house and venture into the underground safety of the Crystal Palace.

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Isis Crystals:

The famous but almost forgotten power of the Isis Crystals are all but considered legends.
What is needed to find the secret hidden Crystal Palace will be for these two to follow the beam of blue light leading them from point x to point y. It all seems so effortless,  as the Isis Crystal energy travels along these lines and goes to the cave. However, the recent laser-generating satellites project simultaneous images to every part of the planet created by sinister plots created by mans sickness to destroy the world, moreover has almost created a web that is no longer able to be penetrated by the fairires. So in

deploying an isis crystal at Point X would be like a long range artillery shell that
affected Point Y in the past now may look like a single laser beam, however it will split into two parts, one to illuminate the object, the second part (called the reference beam) is reflected by a mirror. The two beams meet forming an interference pattern, which is developed to form a hologram. This hologram can be used to re-create a 3-dimensional image of the original object. this holographic technology used in conjunction with hi-tech, mind-control weapons utilizing the effects of radio-frequency waves upon the brain, is capable of leading the fairies into unknown territory. This of course will cause great harm to the little creatures, and ultimate death. However, the worst being the frequency will first make them believe that they are in safe territories. This will be their ulitmate downfall, and the human will be led into the matrix, and the fairy will follow.

So many times in history when the topic Isis Crystals is brought forth, something happens to someone. Most of the time it is a heart attack, other times they die in their sleep. No one really knows why Isis Crystals began to harm people, but during that process, the crystals were all but distroyed upon the earth. Not so down under, many fairies still carry them and when they get lost, use the magic that these prescious stones possess(but underground only). It wasn’t until the last 100 years that the stones were outlawed, and even then some of the ancient warriors still possess these precious gems. One of these warriors is called Goddess Bahdx, warrior of war. She is from 25AD and led the Celtics into war. Her true power lies in her ablity to read prophesy, and that mixed with her being the Goddess of mother earth, she will lead with truth and justice. For these reasons Bahdx has been called to lead Briget and Sophia to safety underground.

There greatest challange will be the
dark side and their power sources; ritual
sacrifice sites, Skull and Bones HQ, Bohemian Grove, underground bases, and looming towers that transmit sinister beams that closly resemble the sacred blue beams that sophia and briget will need for travel. All of this will cause tremendous suffering to any fairy who crosses these dangerous manmade networks.

It wasn’t until man developed this streaming levels of  Leylines and Geopathic Networks that made stress  invisible, and began to do untold damage to both  physical and mental health of fairires . There is only one ancient sage from downunder who know how to battle this network, her name is Bahdx. She has been called forth, she has been meeting inside the cave for days, she has been speaking of dangers that the two will meet upon their journey underground. The main problem is Sophia, she is part human, and until she is washed in the underground stream of magic cleansing her energy field will draw the dangerous rays that will harm her and Brigit. Brigit was able to travel alone unharmed, it was risky enough for Brigits safe journey, yet alone now she is literally traveling with a lighting rod. Some of the oldest wizards have known of this and during their many lives, has watched some of their greatest leaders evaporate into thin air, never to return. Having been alive and surviving literally thousands of civilizations, these old men, have mad steadfast pacs to no longer involve themselves in human upheaveal.



ley lines and geopathic stress lines, my gut feeling is that we are
not going to be required to rescue each one individually. There will come a
point, I am sure, where we have changed enough of them to have made a
difference, and they will all change.

The History of The McFarlane Clan
(also known underground as
9003003.-3)

Originally part of the Scottish Clan of
McFarlane, the Brysons family motto—
"Vivit post funera virtus"—means "Virtue
lives after death". The olden Bryson clan
is said to have originated in Scotland’s
Strathclyde region, with an ancient family
seat at Craigton (which is today north of
Glasgow and west of Stirling; see map at
right).
Brysons (also spelled Bricen, Brisson,
Brison, Bruson, Bryceson, Brydeson)
were colonized into Northern Ireland’s
Ulster region by about the 1500s-1600s.
The powers in England hoped to dilute
the Irish Catholics there by planting large
numbers of Protestant Scots, yet this 200-
year experiment never really succeeded.
Starting in the 1600s and continuing into
the 1700s and 1800s, a large percentage
of the Scotch-Irish left Ireland to find a
better life in America.

However, in that early Clan of
McFarlane, some of these fine young lads and
lasses remained devoted to their ancestors roots,
and they are the ones who would not consider
leaving their homelands. It was were the family "motto" was
created, virtue after death, and for them to die in their homeland was
truly a virtue. Some of these caviler gents went on to become
master craftsman, building great monuments that still stand today.
The women, well there is one famous little one, her name was
Sandliasue, she was as beautiful as any goddess.
Her long standing in the lands had bestowed upon her the reputation as to the liking of a
princess of the fairies, as she was known to be able to disappear into
thin air, and some say her true self, was that of one of a fairy princess,
when she would re-appear from one of those magic acts, she always seemed to
bring with her new hope and greater prosperity to her family. As time went on, there were
more stories that she completely disappeared and went to live among the fairies.
Joan of Arc speaks of a Sandliasue in her journals, and that Sandlisue was one of
the fairies that help lead Joan of Arc to victory.


Those are the tales of the Clan of McFarlane,
but this clan was given a number thousands of years before, it was known as 9003003.-3
in the underground archives.
  There still existed some recorded history to rely up; there were divisions within the clan; some had splintered off to France in 15th century and others into Germany, but they had originated from Ireland and Scotland, the lot of em. Some of the oldest fairies still living knew of the members of this ancient clan, they had been mound people, they were some of the only large people who had been part of the fairies and learned of the fairies ways.Lady Sandiasue  had married into a clan of large gentle being on the large ones lands. He was a kind soul, the mans name was Kinderkade, he and Sandiasue had one child, this young child was not raised by Sandiasue, the child had been stolen from her at birth. The mystery still remains on the how and why of it, some say it was the underground world of wizards who wanted to preserve their magical genetics to the underworld, and would have no part in seeing such births come to fruit on the large ones lands. Others say it was the exact opposite, that the young girl was taken and hidden deep in the forest to protect her from such wizard and the like, either way, Sandisue was completely heartbroken, she and Kinderkade never were the same, and this is why they say she decided to go underground and never return. to be cont.....
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