Earth Sentinels: The Storm Creators

f you don’t heal yourself, you will continue relying on miracles to heal your manifestations,one after another, creating a cycle where you don’t make any progress. Unless the root cause is eliminated, the problem will reappear in some form.

To attack is to believe you are mortal. Only mortals would believe anything has power over them.” �--Earth Sentinels

Freedom is an illusion. Try walking along the road with long hair and it won’t be long before a sheriff pulls up asking questions.

The world is like a river with sludge lying at the bottom. On sunny days, the water appears to be clear and inviting, but inevitably, a storm comes along, forcing the sludge to the surface, muddying the water. When that happens, you become aware of it and perceive it as bad, but in reality, it is an opportunity to remove it...to heal it. If you don’t, the sludge settles to the bottom where it remains until the next storm comes along

Oft times, we must fight a battle, if only to learn to lay down our arms.

Your medicine men have repeatedly told you, ‘Life is a dream.’ You must decide whether you are the dream �or the dreamer.

Your medicine men have repeatedly told you, ‘Life is a dream.’ You must decide whether you are the dream or the dreamer.

Only after the last tree has been cut down, only after the last river has been poisoned, only after the last fish has been caught, only then will you find that money cannot be eaten.” — Cree Prophecy

To attack is to believe you are mortal. Only mortals would believe anything has power over them.” �— Earth Sentinels

To attack is to believe you are mortal. Only mortals would believe anything has power over them.

Billy noticed the expression on the young man’s face. “Think it’s a conspiracy theory? Once you’re labeled a rebel...someone protesting corporate greed and abuse of power…you’ll notice the dark, unmarked cars following you.” He lit a cigarette. The smoke calmed him. “Freedom is an illusion. Try walking along the road with long hair and it won’t be long before a sheriff pulls up asking questions.” The smoke curled around his face. “Try living your life in touch with nature. The government’s made it illegal to use our sacred plants. They’re afraid we’ll use them and remember how powerful we are. Meanwhile, they destroy the earth for profit and offer us chemicals to heal ourselves.” He snubbed out his cigarette. “Enough is enough. It is time to take back our land, our way of life. The white man has proven he can’t handle the responsibility.” Billy looked at Zachary’s light complexion. “No offense.

Haruto felt the loving presence of the Spirit, surrounding her with divine energy. She heard It whisper, “You are loved, as we love all things. What you see before you is the fear within you, reflected outward.

You must understand the need to fight! You made warfare a sacred calling.” The samurai in black armor answered, “In a sense, everything is spiritual. However, attack is always against yourself. Oft times, we must fight a battle, if only to learn to lay down our arms.” The red-armored samurai piped in, “When you understand that fighting’s sole purpose is to preserve your own illusions, you will stop fighting.” “What’s the point?” Haruto asked, exasperated. “There is no point, except to learn there is no point,” the samurai in green offered.