Interesting, Tom.

WERE HULK HOGAN AND OZZY OSBORNE SACRIFICIAL OCCULTIC OFFERINGS OF THE BOHEMIAN GROVE OF 2025.....???
https://tommoonclutch.substack.com/p/were-hulk-hogan-and-ozzy-osborne?publication_id=2233690&post_id=169234593&isFreemail=true&r=1maoyr&triedRedirect=true&utm_source=substack&utm_medium=email

The Celestial Stallion

In the ancient lands where the sky meets the earth, there was a legendary horse named Awen. His coat was as dark as the midnight sky, and his body was adorned with glowing symbols, marks of a spiritual connection to the stars above. It was said that Awen was the descendant of the first horses, the ones who were born from the stars to guide the spirits of the earth.

On the night of the Great Alignment, when the stars aligned perfectly with the mountain peaks, Awen would stand alone on the highest cliff, his body glowing with the colors of the cosmos. The glowing symbols on his body were said to be ancient constellations, and each one represented a different element of life — the sun, the moon, the earth, the spirit. It was through these symbols that Awen connected with the universe, acting as a bridge between the celestial and earthly realms.

This night, the air was thick with magic, and the sky shimmered with the light of countless stars. Awen stood proudly, his mane flowing like the river of time, while a stream of glowing energy moved across the land. As the moon rose high above, he let out a soft whinny, and the ground beneath his hooves began to glow in response. It was the sacred path of his ancestors, a path that led toward the unknown, a path of discovery.

As Awen trotted forward, the trail of stardust behind him formed a glowing river, flowing through the valley like a beam of light. The people, the animals, and the spirits watched in awe, for they knew this was a journey that could only be taken by one chosen by the stars.

Awen's journey was not just a physical one, but a spiritual journey. He carried the hopes, dreams, and wisdom of all who had come before him. The night was his canvas, and the stars, his guide. As the glowing symbols danced on his body, they painted a story of life, of connection, of light and shadow — a reminder that we are all part of the same cosmic dance, guided by the spirit of the earth and the stars.

#nativeamericanwisdom

Mother and Child — A River That Never Runs Dry

A mother is the first sun we ever know,
the warm light that pours into our hearts
long before we have words to name it.
On the crimson land where winds whisper old stories through stone,
She walks with her child.
No need for words.
Only stillness,
and the rhythm of hearts beating in harmony.
The blanket she wraps around her daughter
is woven with the voices of ancestors—
a lullaby passed down through hands
that once danced beneath full moons.
The child leans into her—like stream to mountain,
like flame to the hand that guards it.
No explanations.
No conditions.
Only belonging.
She doesn’t teach strength through commands.
She lives it—
showing that strength can hold tears,
and gentleness is a kind of warrior's grace.
And when the child grows,
walking forward on her own path,
the mother stays behind—never holding,
only protecting with prayers whispered into the wind.
A prayer strong enough
to carry her child for a lifetime.

#nativeamericanwisdom

The Sky Remembers Her

Her hair flows like river smoke,
brushed with feathers,
whispering stories
The stars once told the earth.

In her silence,
butterflies gather—
not to land,
but to listen.

She is not wind,
Yet every breath she takes
shifts the sky,
soft as prayer, old as moonlight.

The sky remembers her—
not as a name,
But as a song
carried by wings.

Serin Alar

#nativeamericanwisdom

Moon-Blessed

She was born from the dust of sacred hills,
With the wind in her hair and fire in her will.
Not to be caged, not to be tamed —
She carries the names her grandmothers claimed.

The earth is her heartbeat, the sky is her call,
She walks with the silence, she rises from fall.
They tried to bind her with thread and chain,
But she sang through sorrow, she danced through pain.

They told her to kneel, to hush her flame,
To wear small shoes and forget her name.
But she knew the rivers that run through stone,
And she knew the drumbeat that leads her home.

She dreams not of palaces carved from greed,
But of open plains where her soul can breathe.
She dreams of daughters who will not hide,
Who speak with thunder and stand with pride.

Feathers in hair, and stars in eyes —
She walks the path where the eagle flies.
Free not in body, but free in truth,
A woman of ancestors, of strength, of roots.

Serin Alar

#nativeamericanwisdom

Where the Moon Whispers Peace

I stand beneath the full white moon,
It's light falling like a prayer.
Beside me, the white deer waits—
not as a beast, but as a blessing.

She looks to the sky,
and the stars answer,
leaving paw prints of light
that drift down between us
like snow made of spirit.

I do not speak,
and yet I am heard.
The earth beneath my feet is soft—
it knows my name.
The sky above wraps me
in the voice of my ancestors.

In this dream, there is no fear.
No fire of anger,
no hunger of greed.
Only the hum of life,
and the soft heartbeat of the land.

This is the world I dream of:
where we walk with the deer,
listen to the wind,
and live
in the stillness
of what is sacred.

Serin Alar

#nativeamericanwisdom

Whispers of the Wolf Spirit

As the sun sank into the cradle of the mountains, fire-kissing the lake with its final breath, a woman stood in stillness by the shore. Her name was Nayeli—“I love you” in the old tongue—and she was known as the Keeper of Echoes.

She wore robes etched with birds of the sky and dreams of the forest. Her heartbeat moved in rhythm with the earth, and her breath rose and fell with the wind. At her side stood the wolf—silent, fierce, eternal. His name was Shunkaha, the Spirit Who Walks Between.

Nayeli was born under a moon that wept rain and stars, a sign that she would speak not only with people but with the wild. From a young age, animals came to her like old friends returning home. The hawk circled above her. The deer bowed before her. And the wolf... the wolf never left her side.

It was said her voice could calm storms, and that when she closed her eyes at dusk, she listened to the voices of her ancestors through the howls of the pack. She did not command the wolf. She listened. She did not rule the wild. She walked with it.

One day, a drought came—drying rivers, silencing birdsong, cracking the land’s memory. While many prayed, Nayeli acted. With Shunkaha at her side, she followed the old canoe trails into forgotten forest paths. There, she sang the sacred songs—songs her grandmother once whispered over firelight.

And the land listened.

The rains returned. The lakes filled. The trees bowed low with new leaves. And on nights like this, when the sun melts into water and wolves stand guard at the edge of dreams, the elders smile and say:

“Nayeli walks with the wolf still. And in her silence, the world remembers how to breathe.”

#nativeamericanwisdom

The Three Generations of the Moon

In the heart of the snow-covered lands, where pine trees sing in the wind and the moon glows like a guardian spirit, there lived three women: the Daughter, the Mother, and the Grandmother. They were more than family — they were The Keepers of Memory.

Each of them held the wisdom of their time:

The Daughter carried the voice of the future.

The Mother carried the strength of the present.

The Grandmother carried the stories of the past.

Every winter, when the moon was full and the first snow began to fall, the three would gather at the edge of the forest, facing the sky. They stood side by side — one looking to tomorrow, one grounded in today, and one remembering yesterday.

On one such night, a great silence fell over the land. No birds flew. No wolves howled. Even the wind held its breath. The Grandmother lifted her eyes and said:

“The Spirit Moon calls us. It is time to sing the Song of Continuance.”

So they sang.

Their voices rose together — old and young, soft and strong — weaving a chant so ancient that even the snow paused to listen. As they sang, the forest glowed. The moonlight wrapped around them like a shawl, and from their breath, stars were born.

In that moment, a truth became clear: they were not just three women.

They were one spirit in three forms — the same soul moving through time, bound by love, memory, and the Earth itself.

When the song ended, the snowfall resumed. But something had changed. The forest seemed warmer. The trees stood taller. And far above, the moon shone with a knowing light.

To this day, the people say:

“When you hear snow falling like a whisper, the Three Generations are singing. And through them, we remember who we are.”

#nativeamericanwisdom

Whispers Beneath the Moon

In a meadow where the wildflowers glowed blue beneath the light of the full moon, two sisters stood side by side, their dark hair flowing like rivers of night. They were wrapped in sacred robes woven by their grandmother, stitched with strands of spirit and sky.

Their names were Taya and Suni, daughters of the Moonwatcher Clan, known for their wisdom in reading the stars and listening to the whispers of the land. Tonight was no ordinary night. It was the Night of Remembering, when the veil between the past and present grew thin and the voices of the ancestors could be heard in the rustle of pine and the shimmer of stardust.

As they gazed at the glowing moon, Taya whispered, “Can you hear them, Suni?”

The younger sister nodded slowly. “They are singing.”

The sky above swirled in purples and blues, the stars glittering like ancient eyes watching over them. A faint melody filled the air—not with instruments, but with memory. It was the song their mother used to sing at bedtime, the one passed down for generations. A lullaby of healing, of journeys across forests, of waiting under the moon for signs from the Great Spirit.

Taya closed her eyes and placed a hand over her heart. “They are guiding us,” she said softly. “We are not alone.”

Behind them, the forest stood like guardians, tall and silent. The sisters knew that tomorrow would bring challenges. The world outside their homeland was changing, forgetting, moving too fast. But here—beneath the moon—they remembered who they were.

Daughters of the Earth. Carriers of old songs. Watchers of the sky.

And in that sacred moment, the night sky pulsed with color, the stars danced a little brighter, and the spirits smiled—knowing that the story would live on through these two young souls.

#nativeamericanwisdom

Ever wonder why NASA has a HUGE MOVIE STUDIO...... duh, to FILM their so called "landing on the moon bs". I know, I'm going to hear it now! From all of the people that aren't awake. READ your Bible! GOD tells you in His Word. STOP being gullible, STOP listening to your government...YOU act as if they have NEVER LIED to you!

NASA BUDGET TROLLING
https://www.bitchute.com/video/oP9xEHQYwUbY/?list=notifications&randomize=false

Very well detailed video, Moonclutch! In plain site!


VENOMOUS SNAKE INFESTATION AT DENVER INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT....!!! BEWARE...!! DON'T GET BIT....!!
https://rumble.com/v6ur7ff-venomous-snake-infestation-at-denver-international-airport....-beware...-do.html

THE DENVER AIRPORT STRIKES AGAIN... A DEN OF VIPERS INFEST THIS PLACE....!!!
https://tommoonclutch.substack.com/p/the-denver-airport-strikes-again?publication_id=2233690&post_id=165916659&isFreemail=true&r=1maoyr&triedRedirect=true&utm_source=substack&utm_medium=email

Because it just, like the "landing on the moon" was all fake. NEVER HAPPENED...Thank you, Rick.

I Find Myself Dumbstruck
Redefining 'Space Cadets'
https://www.rickelkin.com/p/i-find-myself-dumbstruck?publication_id=2827123&post_id=165814120&isFreemail=true&r=1maoyr&triedRedirect=true&utm_source=substack&utm_medium=email

The U.S. Army Blues jazz ensemble performed at the Belmont Bay Marina in Woodbridge, Virginia the songs True North, Snow Angel, Freedom, Level Up, the Thad Jones arrangement All of Me, and featured vocalist SSG Melinda Rodriguez on What a Little Moonlight Can Do, I'm Hip, If I Could Fly, and the Armed Forces Salute. #ArmyBlues #Army250 #ArmyBand #BigBand #JazzEnsemble #JazzBand #Jazz #ArmyMusic #MilitaryMusic #BelmontBay #Woodbridge #Virginia #Music

I like the play on words, thank you, Tom!

NOTHING TO SEE HERE...!!!
https://tommoonclutch.substack.com/p/nothing-to-see-here?publication_id=2233690&post_id=165443450&isFreemail=true&r=1maoyr&triedRedirect=true&utm_source=substack&utm_medium=email

Pedophile, Racketeering, Rape, Child Trafficking, Drug Trafficking, Murder....the list goes on. Thank you, Tom.

BILLY "DEVILISH" CLINTON... NEVER FORGET THIS HISTORIC FILM

https://tommoonclutch.substack.com/p/billy-devilsh-clinton-never-forget?publication_id=2233690&post_id=165424177&isFreemail=true&r=1maoyr&triedRedirect=true&utm_source=substack&utm_medium=email

A Full Strawberry Moon crossed the night sky over Virginia this morning in the constellation Scorpius, dodging some thick clouds and rapidly dipping below the horizon with the red supergiant Antares as the Sun rose in the east. The Moon can appear to have the surface marks of fruit seeds when viewing through a red filter. #FullStrawberryMoon #StrawberryMoon #FullMoon #Moon #NightSky #Astronomy

It sure is an alter for satan, Tom. I've heard so much about that place that is full of demons. It wouldn't surprise me if it is connected by tunnels to the "government" buildings.

AZTEC SACRIFICIAL ALTER AT THE DENVER INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT
https://tommoonclutch.substack.com/p/aztec-sacrificial-alter-at-the-denver?publication_id=2233690&post_id=164280037&isFreemail=true&r=1maoyr&triedRedirect=true&utm_source=substack&utm_medium=email

NEVER FORGET... MASKS.. THE BIG LIE.. WORLD LEADERS PARTY WITH NO MASKS DURING COVID
https://tommoonclutch.substack.com/p/never-forget-masks-the-big-lie-world?publication_id=2233690&post_id=162510614&isFreemail=true&r=1maoyr&triedRedirect=true&utm_source=substack&utm_medium=email

Wasn't it "Buzz" that told the little girl, the TRUTH, that it NEVER happened...that it was a movie made in the set....

The Scottish Rite Masons page proudly boasts that "Buzz" took a Scottish Rite flag to the moon
https://ayetv.substack.com/p/the-scottish-rite-masons-page-proudly?publication_id=2540510&post_id=162339452&isFreemail=true&r=1maoyr&triedRedirect=true&utm_source=substack&utm_medium=email

I know it isn't for the "faint of heart" BUT it is time to STOP "coddling" people. They need to know the truth. For crying out loud the CHILDREN are going through this! So suck it up, PEOPLE.

Darkness to Light has a Reminder to ALL...
https://tommoonclutch.substack.com/p/darkness-to-light-has-a-reminder

LAND OWNED BY *CHINA* IN THE UNITED STATES.. link below....."according to " (might have to copy and paste to search engine... often substack doesnt post correctly)
https://tommoonclutch.substack.com/p/land-owned-by-china-in-the-united?publication_id=2233690&post_id=161710303&isFreemail=true&r=1maoyr&triedRedirect=true&utm_source=substack&utm_medium=email

1 Samuel
Chapter 20

1 And David fled from Naioth in Ramah, and came and said before Jonathan, What have I done? what is mine iniquity? and what is my sin before thy father, that he seeketh my life?

2 And he said unto him, God forbid; thou shalt not die: behold, my father will do nothing either great or small, but that he will shew it me: and why should my father hide this thing from me? it is not so.

3 And David sware moreover, and said, Thy father certainly knoweth that I have found grace in thine eyes; and he saith, Let not Jonathan know this, lest he be grieved: but truly as the LORD liveth, and as thy soul liveth, there is but a step between me and death.

4 Then said Jonathan unto David, Whatsoever thy soul desireth, I will even do it for thee.

5 And David said unto Jonathan, Behold, to morrow is the new moon, and I should not fail to sit with the king at meat: but let me go, that I may hide myself in the field unto the third day at even.

6 If thy father at all miss me, then say, David earnestly asked leave of me that he might run to Bethlehem his city: for there is a yearly sacrifice there for all the family.

7 If he say thus, It is well; thy servant shall have peace: but if he be very wroth, then be sure that evil is determined by him.

8 Therefore thou shalt deal kindly with thy servant; for thou hast brought thy servant into a covenant of the LORD with thee: notwithstanding, if there be in me iniquity, slay me thyself; for why shouldest thou bring me to thy father?

9 And Jonathan said, Far be it from thee: for if I knew certainly that evil were determined by my father to come upon thee, then would not I tell it thee?

10 Then said David to Jonathan, Who shall tell me? or what if thy father answer thee roughly?

11 And Jonathan said unto David, Come, and let us go out into the field. And they went out both of them into the field.

12 And Jonathan said unto David, O LORD God of Israel, when I have sounded my father about to morrow any time, or the third day, and, behold, if there be good toward David, and I then send not unto thee, and shew it thee;

13 The LORD do so and much more to Jonathan: but if it please my father to do thee evil, then I will shew it thee, and send thee away, that thou mayest go in peace: and the LORD be with thee, as he hath been with my father.

14 And thou shalt not only while yet I live shew me the kindness of the LORD, that I die not:

15 But also thou shalt not cut off thy kindness from my house for ever: no, not when the LORD hath cut off the enemies of David every one from the face of the earth.

16 So Jonathan made a covenant with the house of David, saying, Let the LORD even require it at the hand of David's enemies.

17 And Jonathan caused David to swear again, because he loved him: for he loved him as he loved his own soul.

18 Then Jonathan said to David, To morrow is the new moon: and thou shalt be missed, because thy seat will be empty.

19 And when thou hast stayed three days, then thou shalt go down quickly, and come to the place where thou didst hide thyself when the business was in hand, and shalt remain by the stone Ezel.

20 And I will shoot three arrows on the side thereof, as though I shot at a mark.

21 And, behold, I will send a lad, saying, Go, find out the arrows. If I expressly say unto the lad, Behold, the arrows are on this side of thee, take them; then come thou: for there is peace to thee, and no hurt; as the LORD liveth.

22 But if I say thus unto the young man, Behold, the arrows are beyond thee; go thy way: for the LORD hath sent thee away.

23 And as touching the matter which thou and I have spoken of, behold, the LORD be between thee and me for ever.

24 So David hid himself in the field: and when the new moon was come, the king sat him down to eat meat.

25 And the king sat upon his seat, as at other times, even upon a seat by the wall: and Jonathan arose, and Abner sat by Saul's side, and David's place was empty.

26 Nevertheless Saul spake not any thing that day: for he thought, Something hath befallen him, he is not clean; surely he is not clean.

27 And it came to pass on the morrow, which was the second day of the month, that David's place was empty: and Saul said unto Jonathan his son, Wherefore cometh not the son of Jesse to meat, neither yesterday, nor to day?

28 And Jonathan answered Saul, David earnestly asked leave of me to go to Bethlehem:

29 And he said, Let me go, I pray thee; for our family hath a sacrifice in the city; and my brother, he hath commanded me to be there: and now, if I have found favour in thine eyes, let me get away, I pray thee, and see my brethren. Therefore he cometh not unto the king's table.

30 Then Saul's anger was kindled against Jonathan, and he said unto him, Thou son of the perverse rebellious woman, do not I know that thou hast chosen the son of Jesse to thine own confusion, and unto the confusion of thy mother's nakedness?

31 For as long as the son of Jesse liveth up

This was wonderful, Jacob!

My Romantic Rendezvous with Greece...
Chapter VII - Fly Me Too The Moon...
https://awriterstip.substack.com/p/my-romantic-rendezvous-with-greece-175