Watchers
from the Shadow and the Light
12/6/9
“Darkness
can be overcome by simply turning on the light.” Author Unknown
Patrick Quirk, better known as
Speaking Wind, was a Shaman in every sense of the word and a dear friend of
mine. When I first met Patrick, he
identified me as “one of the Ancient Ones” upon viewing my aura. He later helped to open up my Kundalini energy and set me on a
spiritual journey to discover my own prophetic destiny. It wasn’t until I recently read his series of
books called “The Watcher’s Series” that it was revealed what exactly he meant
by this. In his book, The Watchers from the Shadow and the Light
he recounts the three groups of “Ancient Ones” who have come back to transform
the planet:
There are three groups you need to know
of. They are the Watchers From The
Light, The Watchers From The Shadows, and The Watchers From Within. All three of these groups have a great role
to play in this world now. And the time
for its beginning was not long ago; everything began in the year 1947. The Watchers From The Light originally wrote
the messages located in the ancient sites.
They also built the Ancient City of Prophecy. They instructed a selected number of people
on what this information could do for all mankind, then told them it was to
remain hidden until everyone could understand it. But the Watchers From The Shadows, as this
new group was called, did not follow their instructions. They got caught up in the power this
information gave them. The Watchers From
Within, the group I am a part of, was given power to ensure this information
would not become open before its time.
And, we were to ensure The Watchers From The Shadows would not do
this. When the Watchers From the Light
saw The Watchers From The Shadows were using this information for their own
personal greed, they spent the time remaining to them, moving the secret sites
to new locations, ones that were known only by them. They then buried the Ancient City of Prophecy
so it could not be gotten to by any living person. But the location of the city was put on a
stone map and then hidden, not to be revealed until The Watchers From The Light
would return again. When The Watchers
From the Shadows learned of this, they killed all The Watchers From the Light
and what remained of The Watchers From Within.
But all they had done was to rid themselves of our bodies. They could not stop our spirits from
returning when it was time for the ancient prophecy to unfold. And, since 1947, all of us have returned
bearing a mark that is recognizable by those who remember.
Patrick, his brother Cheeway,
and Cheeway’s archeological colleagues all gave their lives discovering,
interpreting the ancient writings, and then activating the Ancient City of Prophecy
located near Machu Pichu in Yucatan, Mexico.
You can read about this extraordinary adventure in Patrick’s books which
his son, White Raven, published in 2003 after the untimely death of his father
in December of 1999. (Published by
iUniverse Publications—the same publisher who is publishing my three
books—release date to be announced.)
Patrick immediately recognized
me as a Watcher From The Light and after my first vision quest and the
discovery of my White Buffalo totem on the bottom of my foot, I was convinced
that this was my destiny. As a Watcher
From The Light, I am constantly recognizing and dealing with the dark energies
surrounding The Watchers From The Shadows who are a select group of men called
the “Brotherhood” who have systematically taken control of our planet. They have infiltrated all of our religious
and government institutions influencing every aspect of our lives. Every thing we see, hear and do has been
influenced by this group of people Patrick called “The Watchers Of The Shadow”
or better known as “The Illuminati.” Our
very thoughts and actions, to some degree, have been influenced by how we have
been taught (by their education system) to do things. It can be frightening—if you think about
it—but it can also be empowering if you recognize this pervasive influence in
your own life.
Recently, I’ve been hit with a
series of “shadow events” in my own personal life. Not wanting to confront these energies
directly, as it is impossible to combat darkness, I have simply chosen here to
“turn on the light.”
The first event began about a
month ago when my mother came to me in distress because she no longer had any
more money to pay the taxes on her house and her park model in Yuma which are
now due. I was in complete shock as I
knew my dad had worked extremely hard all of his life to provide a home for my
mom to live—mortgage-free—and enough money in the bank to provide for her
retirement. In fact, at the last lunch
meeting I had with my dad before his death, he stated these facts to me and
made me promise that I would make sure that Mom’s retirement was left
secure. He also shared with me his
concerns about how he felt that my two sisters—Marsha and Wendy—might take
advantage of Mom in her later years, disposing of her retirement.
When I confronted my family
with all of this, attempting to disclose what had happened to all of my
mother’s retirement—I was hit with these facts.
Yes, Mom had had plenty of money for her retirement, but because of
recent events, the money was no longer there.
First off, my nephew, Braden, had spent $18,000 of her retirement on a
legal settlement for a $50,000 sports car which he secretly had my sweet,
little ol’ mom co-sign for. He
eventually wrecked the car and my mom, having co-signed, was responsible to pay
for the damages.
Even more recently my sister,
Wendy (Braden’s mother), was diagnosed with breast cancer and underwent surgery
to remove the cancer and replace her deteriorating breast implants. The surgeries went well and she has fully
recovered (thank God). But then I found
out that all of her medical costs of over $7,000 were taken out of my dear
mother’s retirement fund. But that
wasn’t the icing on the cake. My family,
without me present at any of their
meetings, had decided that my sister, Wendy, should now be paid $2,200 a month
to live with my mom rent and utility free!
Can you believe it?! After over 6
months time and over $13,000 later—is it any wonder my mother has aguishly
declared herself “broke”?!
But that’s not the worst of it.
Now my oldest brother, Brent (who is the
executor of Mom’s estate) has decided that the only answer to all of this is to
throw more money at it. He conducted a
hearing (again without me present) to declare my mom incompetent in order to
put a reverse mortgage on my mom’s home so that they could continue to pay
Wendy $2,200 to live with her! My mom
refuses to sign the reverse-mortgage papers so now she is forced to sign them and give up the rights to her home!! The ironic thing about all of this is the fact
that not only Wendy and her son,
Braden, live at Mom’s home rent and utility free, but also my sister, Marsha’s
daughter, Danielle, and her husband, Joel, and their two sons have all been
living in the downstairs apartment of Mom’s home rent-free and utility-free for
over 5 years! All of the adults living
there could easily watch after my mom in exchange for their rent and
utilities. The only major medical
concern of my mom is that she is hard of hearing and needs to wear hearing
aids. She still cooks, cleans, and takes
care of herself just fine without any assistance. She also still makes Sunday dinner for the
entire family (except for me and my sister, Cheryle) and does the dishes
afterwards. I go over there often to
visit and to give her a massage for her chronic sciatic pain in her legs which
my sister, Wendy, could easily do because she is also a massage therapist, but
chooses not to. In fact, in my opinion,
Mom has been care-taking everyone else both domestically and financially who
live there all of her life. Her only
fault, I can see, is her over-generosity.
Can anyone, besides me, see the inhumane injustice of this picture?
But I have been told by my
sister, Wendy, that the reason I haven’t been involved in any of our family
meetings is because—and I quote, “You were probably not involved because it may
be perhaps others do not think you are rational in your thinking. You and Brad really
ought to think about getting some professional help for your abusive and
irrational behavior. That is the reality of what this family sees for you
both.”
Frankly, I believe that the
reason I wasn’t involved in the “family meetings” is because they knew I would call them all on their shit and insist
on accountability from all of
them. This is exactly what I did at the
last meeting (which I personally arranged) and will continue to do so
regardless of them calling me “irrational and abusive.”
I won’t get into the entire history of my family’s mental
illness—it is bleak and downright ugly.
It began when my Great-grandfather Thorne committed suicide by drinking
drain cleaner one night because he couldn’t come to terms with his two plural
wives arguing—and Wendy’s two children have both attempted suicide more than once. “Suicide runs in the family,” I am told. Frankly, I’ve had extensive therapy to clear all of my DNA programming and also
talking with an attorney about what I can legally do about this injustice. He informed me I have a strong legal lawsuit
for “elder abuse” and would be willing to write up a petition for guardianship
for my mother since I’ve already volunteered to take care of my her for free. The question is—do I want to wage war against
my family when they have already made threats in letters and texts concerning
my livelihood? This is the dilemma I’m
facing at the moment. Please pray for me
and a healing of my family—because I truly
do love them!
Another
“shadow event” which you all have been informed of recently is the unfortunate
incident of the eight female fire-fighters up at Diamond Fork Hot Springs being
cited for “lewdness” by the Utah County Sheriff’s Dept. The article (and comments to this article)
can be found on the following link: http://www.catalystmagazine.net/component/content/1048?task=view&ed=40 My editor/friend, Jim Catano, and I are
spearheading a clothing optional “soak-in” at Diamond Fork sometime in the near
future as a protest for this type of police brutality and to protect ourselves
and others from these kinds of incidents ever happening again. We will continue to keep you informed on
that.
And
then yesterday, I was confronted with another personal injustice or “shadow
event.” I spent my entire Friday and
Saturday helping my two sons, Jordan and Jonathan, get photos together for a
modeling audition for an agency from New York.
We already had plenty of photos already taken by their sister, Deserae,
who is a professional photographer for her own modeling agency in Montana. (see photos below)
But then I was told by a local agency, Craze
(yes, I will mention their name), who was representing my boys that I needed to
spend $975 to pay for a new photo-shoot to get enough “proper” photos ready for
this “exclusive, invitation-only” audition.
But when I got there yesterday, I was dumbfounded. Not only was this not an “exclusive, invitation-only” audition but a “cattle-call
open-invitation Model Search” for the entire public to attend. To top it all off, no pictures were required and they simply took Polaroid snap-shops
of all the modeling candidates. Yes, I
already knew the modeling industry is corrupt (especially in Utah I was
informed) but I thought after many years of “getting to know the ropes” of this
industry (my daughter, Deserae, owns a modeling agency and all four of my
daughters have modeled professionally) I would have wised up to there “shadow”
tactics. The question I am left with is
this—do I go down to Craze tomorrow morning and ask for my money back for their
misrepresentation; or do I just let it go as another injustice in our
society? It looks like my boys have a
good chance of going to New York to sign on with a “legitimate agency” (there
are still some left out there) and of course my girls and I will be going there
with them to “watch their backs.” Can
you imagine how much fun we’ll have on holiday in New York? That’s what I’m going to focus on!
Anyway,
here’s my conclusion. There are plenty
of injustices out there to go to war with.
You don’t have to look very far to find them—in fact they’re probably as
close as your own family. But we can
spend all of our time fighting injustice—or “chasing shadows”—to no avail. Or we can choose to spend our time shining
forth our light into this darkened world.
It is our choice each and every time we do make a choice. So choose wisely what you want to spend your
time doing.
My good friend, Ken, who is the founder of the “Utah Oneness
Movement” sent me a recent e-mail which I felt to be extremely profound which I’d
like to share:
Quote of the Week:
[We all at some time have made assumptions
about and judged others. We need to learn to honor and support each other
and to first look inside to see what motivates us before maligning or hurting
another. Here is a beautiful and instructive teaching from the Buddha 2500
years ago. When will we learn?]
The Sermon
on Abuse
And the Blessed One observed the ways of society and noticed how
much misery came from malignity and foolish offenses done only to gratify
vanity and self-seeking pride.
And the Buddha said: "If a man foolishly does me wrong, I
will return to him the protection of my ungrudging love; the more evil comes
from him, the more good shall go from me; the fragrance of goodness always comes
to me, and the harmful air of evil goes to him."
A foolish man learning that the Buddha observed the principle of
great love which commends the return of good for evil, came and abused him. The
Buddha was silent, pitying his folly.
When the man had finished his abuse, the Buddha asked him,
saying: "Son, if a man declined to accept a present made to him, to
whom would it belong?" And he answered: " In that case it would
belong to the man who offered it."
"My son," said the Buddha, "thou hast railed at
me, but I decline to accept thy abuse, and request thee to keep it thyself,
Will it not be a source of misery to thee? As the echo belongs to the
sound, and the shadow to the substance, so misery will overtake the evil-doer
without fail."
The abuser made no reply and Buddha continued:
"A wicked man who reproaches a virtuous one is like the one
who looks up and spits at heaven; the spittle soils not the heaven, but comes
back and defiles his own person.
"The slanderer is like the one who flings dust at another
when the wind is contrary; the dust does but return on him who threw it, The
virtuous man cannot be hurt and the misery that the other would inflict comes
back on himself."
The abuser went away ashamed, but he came again and took refuge
in the Buddha, the Dharma, and the Sangha.
This
evening after I dropped off copies of the Heartsong Newsletter to each of my
family members to be edited and corrected before I sent this off, I decided to
trim my Christmas tree and put up my Christmas ornaments. Always an enjoyable experience, I decided to
make it even more enjoyable by putting on one of my favorite John Denver albums
“Seasons of the Heart.” I was alone as
Brad had gone to Layton to help his ex-wife, Coreen, with some health
problems. When the song “Opposite
Tables” came on I sang my heart out and wept:
Opposite Tables
Father oh, Father please hear me
My song is a cry of desperation
All of the words I hear
Have lost their meaning
My life is a well of confusion
Drowned out by the sound of the lost and
lonely
Only the voice inside
Speaks your name to me
If they only knew the things that I know
If they only could see the things that I
see
If they only knew the things that I know
If they only could see the things that I
see
My brothers at opposite tables
Like fire and water against each other
Only a fool can’t see
The obvious ending
Are we as ashes to wildwood?
Is life just a fire that can only consume
us?
Is there no vision of love
To bind us together?
If they only knew the things that I know
If they only could see the things that I
see
If they only knew the things that I know
If they only could see the things that I
see
I pray for peace on earth and
peace within each and every heart—including my own—this holiday (holy day)
season. Love, peace, joy and bliss to
all, always and in all ways— J. Bird aka Jesse aka White Buffalo Woman
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