The talents and intuitive power of women

“Healing Light”

by Toni Truesdale

The archaic texts of the ancients allude to the talents of women

in prophecy and healing. They are direct gifts from the

body of our primordial mother, Earth.

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Fates of the World

The Fates of the World

The fate of the world

Is in the hands holding female energy;

That seek to balance Earth

From the pillage of resources,

Destruction of the environment,

Murder of others…

It is time to come forward,

 Women of all cultures, all ages;

And rejoin all the fibers of the damaged elements;

Reweaving the weft and warp of the world

Connecting all, into the future foretold.

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Dr. King speaks of the man Christ, please listen.

“ I know a man, and I just want to talk about him a minute, and maybe you will discover who I am talking about as I go down the way, because he was a great one. And he went about serving. He was born in an obscure village, the child of a poor peasant. And he grew up in still another obscure village, where he worked as a carpenter until he was 30 years old. The for three years, he just got on his feet, and was an itinerant preacher. And then he went about doing some things. He didn’t have much. He never wrote a book. He never held an office. He never had a family. He never owned a house.; He never went to college. He never visited a big city. He never went two hundred miles from where he was born. He did none of the usual things that the world would associate with greatness. He had no credentials except himself.

He was thirty-three years old when the tide of public opinion turned against him. They called him a rabble-rouser. They called him a troublemaker. They said he was an agitator. He practiced civil disobedience; he broke injunctions. And so he was turned over to his enemies, and went through the mockery of a trial. And the irony of it all is that his friends turned him over to them. One of his closest friends denied him. Another of his friends turned him over to his enemies. And while he was dying, the people who killed him gambled for his clothing, the only possession he had in this world. When he was dead, he was buried in a borrowed tomb, through the pity of a friend…” From: The Drum Major Instinct 1968

Dr. Martin Luther King

The Storyteller

The Storyteller

by Toni Truesdale

Morality tales in retrospection

Sing the world into creation, again;

Reenacting the cumulative wisdom

Cultural knowledge retains,

In prose that teaches;

Rules, mores and responsibilities

Concerning complex relationships

Of original instructions.

In commonality within communities,

The oral traditions reflect;

Collective memory in the timeless narratives

Of the Storyteller.

Copyright 2010

The Black Madonna

“The Madonna”

by Toni Truesdale

The beautiful dark Madonna comes down to us

from the our beginnings.

She has many names: Ana, Tiamat, Isis, Cybele,

Demeter, Sheba, Mary Magdalene,

Mary, mother of Christ,

Maya,  mother of Buddha,

Fatima’ daughter of Mohammed,

Nana Bakula, Spider Woman, First Woman,

Parvati, Oxum, Corn Maiden, Eurzuli,

Oya, Morrigan, Ishtar,Tara, Gaia, Saule, Amaterasu,

Coatlicue, Nerthus...

She is of the earth and the sky;

She is our mother and our mother’s mother, and so on

to the very first spark of life,

She is always,The Great Mother.

She is us. We are she.

Copyright 1976

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Time for all Women to Join Hands and Establish a New Paradigm

“The Grandmothers”

by Toni Truesdale

It is the time for the latent

Power of women to return.

The Spirits reach out to the earth

And all inhabitants.

It is a time of transition;

The view of one dominant

Culture is to be transformed

Into the perspective of many;

As thoughts of war turn

Into negotiations of peace,

Eliminating injustice, domination and discrimination.

The ancestors have told us,

Women elders speak with the strength

Of generations.

Copyright 2008 T. Truesdale

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Let us remember our american halocaust, the true history of land theft

“Wounded Knee”

By Toni Truesdale

Just after Christmas, 1890, a group of Minneconjou Sioux

camped close to Pine Ridge, South Dakota.

They were led by Big Foot, who was very ill with pneumonia.

The tribe had just come through the Badlands with great difficulty.

It was frigid. The very air froze on the breath of the people.

Big Foot traveled in a wagon with a white flag.

He had hoped to join Red Cloud at Pine Ridge

to protect his people from the U.S. Calvary.

Major Whitside caught up with him on December 28.

He took the small band to camp at a creek called Wounded Knee.

The morning of the 29th, Colonial Forsyth, from Custer’s old regiment,

Proceeded to harass the Minneconjou men while looking for weapons.

A Young Man, Black Coyote, was trying to put his hunting rifle down.

The soldiers grabbed him and roughed him up.

Suddenly, there was a sound like a gunshot.

No one is really sure if it was a gun or who fired it. The soldiers didn’t investigate,

They opened fire instead.

The Minneconjou had been disarmed, they had only a few knives and clubs.

There was a brief struggle.

Then all the Minneconjou started to run from the big Hotchkiss guns

stationed on the hill above aiming at all the women and children.

It didn’t take long to kill nearly three hundred of the Sioux band.

Only a few soldiers died; mostly by friendly fire in the killing frenzy.

The people were buried in a huge mass grave, dug into the frozen ground.

Together in a mass grave, their bodies were contorted in the agony of violent death.

Big Foot’s band still remain at Wounded Knee

to testify silently on the depopulation techniques of the U.S. Government.

The Mass murder was legal,

The soldiers awarded the “Medal of Honor”.