Whisperwing, the Spirit of Night Blooms

Long ago, when the Earth was young and the stars were still learning to dance, there lived a guardian spirit named Whisperwing, a sacred night butterfly born of moonlight and flower dreams. Her wings shimmered with the glow of dusk, painted in deep blues and violets—colors only seen in the quietest part of night.

Whisperwing was created by Lunoma, the Moon Maiden, to carry messages between the spirit world and the dreams of the living. She fluttered through midnight meadows and across sleeping forests, her wings stirring wind that whispered secrets into flowers, guiding lost souls home.

Every petal she touched would bloom with sacred light, and every shadow she passed through would remember her path. The stars watched her in awe, calling her "The Silent Flame", for she burned with no fire, but illuminated hearts.

It was said that if you saw Whisperwing in your dreams, your soul was being chosen—for healing, for transformation, or for a journey. Elders taught that when the crescent moon rose high and the air smelled of wild lavender, you must leave a bowl of water and flowers by your door. If Whisperwing passed, the petals would float, and a new path would open in your life by morning.

To this day, her legend lives on. Many Native dreamweavers still embroider her wings onto their blankets and sing to her under starlit skies:

"Fly, Whisperwing, through sky and root,
Bearer of truth on violet flute.
Where moonlight dances, there you roam,
Guide our spirit gently home."

And so she flies—forever between the veil of night and bloom, unseen, yet always felt.

#nativeamericanwisdom

Moon Sister, Wolf Brother

She stood in the tall grass as the golden moon rose behind her, not as a stranger to the land — but as part of its song.

Her name was Ahyoka, meaning “she brings happiness.” But tonight, her spirit was solemn. It was the night of the Long Moon, when stories walked on wind and ancestors whispered through fur and feather.

Beside her stood the great wolf, eyes reflecting the same fire that burned in hers. He was not a pet, not a beast, but her brother in soul — the one who taught her to listen with silence and move with knowing.

Together, they watched the horizon. The world did not speak in words, but in breath, in shadow, in pulse. Her braid carried prayers, her skin carried symbols, her heart carried promise.

And the wolf?

He carried the wild. The truth. The bond that could never be broken.

They did not need to speak.
The moon had already told them everything.

#nativeamericanwisdom

Job
Chapter 8

1 Then answered Bildad the Shuhite, and said,

2 How long wilt thou speak these things? and how long shall the words of thy mouth be like a strong wind?

3 Doth God pervert judgment? or doth the Almighty pervert justice?

4 If thy children have sinned against him, and he have cast them away for their transgression;

5 If thou wouldest seek unto God betimes, and make thy supplication to the Almighty;

6 If thou wert pure and upright; surely now he would awake for thee, and make the habitation of thy righteousness prosperous.

7 Though thy beginning was small, yet thy latter end should greatly increase.

8 For enquire, I pray thee, of the former age, and prepare thyself to the search of their fathers:

9 (For we are but of yesterday, and know nothing, because our days upon earth are a shadow:)

10 Shall not they teach thee, and tell thee, and utter words out of their heart?

11 Can the rush grow up without mire? can the flag grow without water?

12 Whilst it is yet in his greenness, and not cut down, it withereth before any other herb.

13 So are the paths of all that forget God; and the hypocrite's hope shall perish:

14 Whose hope shall be cut off, and whose trust shall be a spider's web.

15 He shall lean upon his house, but it shall not stand: he shall hold it fast, but it shall not endure.

16 He is green before the sun, and his branch shooteth forth in his garden.

17 His roots are wrapped about the heap, and seeth the place of stones.

18 If he destroy him from his place, then it shall deny him, saying, I have not seen thee.

19 Behold, this is the joy of his way, and out of the earth shall others grow.

20 Behold, God will not cast away a perfect man, neither will he help the evil doers:

21 Till he fill thy mouth with laughing, and thy lips with rejoicing.

22 They that hate thee shall be clothed with shame; and the dwelling place of the wicked shall come to nought.

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

Job
Chapter 3

1 After this opened Job his mouth, and cursed his day.

2 And Job spake, and said,

3 Let the day perish wherein I was born, and the night in which it was said, There is a man child conceived.

4 Let that day be darkness; let not God regard it from above, neither let the light shine upon it.

5 Let darkness and the shadow of death stain it; let a cloud dwell upon it; let the blackness of the day terrify it.

6 As for that night, let darkness seize upon it; let it not be joined unto the days of the year, let it not come into the number of the months.

7 Lo, let that night be solitary, let no joyful voice come therein.

8 Let them curse it that curse the day, who are ready to raise up their mourning.

9 Let the stars of the twilight thereof be dark; let it look for light, but have none; neither let it see the dawning of the day:

10 Because it shut not up the doors of my mother's womb, nor hid sorrow from mine eyes.

11 Why died I not from the womb? why did I not give up the ghost when I came out of the belly?

12 Why did the knees prevent me? or why the breasts that I should suck?

13 For now should I have lain still and been quiet, I should have slept: then had I been at rest,

14 With kings and counsellors of the earth, which built desolate places for themselves;

15 Or with princes that had gold, who filled their houses with silver:

16 Or as an hidden untimely birth I had not been; as infants which never saw light.

17 There the wicked cease from troubling; and there the weary be at rest.

18 There the prisoners rest together; they hear not the voice of the oppressor.

19 The small and great are there; and the servant is free from his master.

20 Wherefore is light given to him that is in misery, and life unto the bitter in soul;

21 Which long for death, but it cometh not; and dig for it more than for hid treasures;

22 Which rejoice exceedingly, and are glad, when they can find the grave?

23 Why is light given to a man whose way is hid, and whom God hath hedged in?

24 For my sighing cometh before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters.

25 For the thing which I greatly feared is come upon me, and that which I was afraid of is come unto me.

26 I was not in safety, neither had I rest, neither was I quiet; yet trouble came.

I will be posting what I have in my emails from people that I followed on substack

IN-SHADOW - A Modern Odyssey - Animated Short Film By Lubimor Arsov 7 years ago
https://ayetv.substack.com/p/in-shadow-a-modern-odyssey-animated?publication_id=2540510&post_id=168770220&isFreemail=true&r=1maoyr&triedRedirect=true&utm_source=substack&utm_medium=email

“They hurt children because they are the closest thing to God.” Filmmaker and stuntman Mike Smith, creator of ‘Out of Shadows’, describes how powerful figures in Hollywood normalize harmful behavior
https://ayetv.substack.com/p/they-hurt-children-because-they-are?publication_id=2540510&post_id=168739505&isFreemail=true&r=1maoyr&triedRedirect=true&utm_source=substack&utm_medium=email

Woven in Color

Not just colors—
but prayers woven in red ochre,
stories told in turquoise light,
songs etched in the black of night
and the white of sacred snow.

Each thread is a direction.
Each hue is a spirit.
Yellow—the rising sun,
a path for beginnings.
Blue—the sky’s breath,
where eagles soar with names unspoken.
Red—the blood of earth and kin,
still pulsing in the drums.
Black—the depth of knowing,
the shadow that teaches.
White—the light of silence,
where ancestors sit and listen.

These are not ornaments—
they are memory.
They are warning.
They are blessing.
A cloak of cosmos,
wrapped around a people
who dance,
even when the world forgets their song.

#nativeamericanwisdom

Serin Alar

A very interesting Article, thank you, Anonymous

What If It Wasn’t Just Practice? The Red Heifer Ceremony, Prophecy, and the Shadow of the Antichrist

https://anonymous8675309.substack.com/p/what-if-it-wasnt-just-practice-the

Colorado Parents Live in the Shadow of Marxism
Marxists view family as a threat to the state—and apparently so does Colorado
https://thegoldreport.substack.com/p/colorado-parents-live-in-the-shadow?publication_id=2439317&post_id=168264198&isFreemail=true&r=1maoyr&triedRedirect=true&utm_source=substack&utm_medium=email

WHAT WAS LINDSEY GRAHAM AND RICHARD BLUMENTHAL BUYING......CHILDREN...THINK...WHO HAS A BUSINESS IN UKRAINE....THE CLINTONS......THINK ..... UKRAINE IS A HUB FOR CHILD TRAFFICKING....

"Ask yourself , why did Lindsey Graham and Richard Blumenthal spend $1.2 million in hotel accommodations alone for just three days? What exactly does that kind of money buy? How many innocent lives are stolen in the shadows while they toast their power?"

You Chose Poorly
https://anonymous8675309.substack.com/p/you-chose-poorly?publication_id=4281599&post_id=165154814&isFreemail=true&r=1maoyr&triedRedirect=true&utm_source=substack&utm_medium=email

FREE - Radical Truths Summit - Day 8 - Dark Science--The Shadow World Of Non-Consensual Experimentation

https://terrylclark.substack.com/p/free-radical-truths-summit-day-8

INTERESTING, A DIFFERENT WAY OF SHOWING THE TRUTH...

IN SHADOW - A MODERN ODYSSEY SHIRT FILM BY Lubomir Arsov 2017
Embark on a visionary journey through the fragmented unconscious of our modern times, and with courage face the Shadow. Through Shadow into Light
https://ayetv.substack.com/p/in-shadow-a-modern-odyssey-shirt?publication_id=2540510&post_id=162569508&isFreemail=true&r=1maoyr&triedRedirect=true&utm_source=substack&utm_medium=email

SHADOW

Even your shadow

Thank you, General Flynn.

Unmasking Treachery
The "deep state" has been playing a shadowy game for far too long
https://genflynn.substack.com/p/unmasking-treachery?publication_id=1407214&post_id=161548200&isFreemail=true&r=1maoyr&triedRedirect=true&utm_source=substack&utm_medium=email

If Calvary is a place of which you have never heard, it is time. Calvary is the hill on which was planted the cross upon which Jesus Christ died for your sins. Yes, you have sins. No, your "good works" cannot balance them. God's standard is perfection and only One has ever lived up to it - Jesus. He gave His life, His sinless life of perfect obedience, so that you in your disobedience could be reconciled to God. Turn to Him. Have faith in Him. Receive Him and know peace with God that can come only through Him.

Spurgeon's Morning and Evening Devotions

Morning, April 10

"The place which is called Calvary." Luke 23:33

The hill of comfort is the hill of Calvary; the house of consolation is built with the wood of the cross; the temple of heavenly blessing is founded upon the riven rock- riven by the spear which pierced His side. No scene in sacred history ever gladdens the soul like Calvary's tragedy.

"Is it not strange, the darkest hour
That ever dawned on sinful earth,
Should touch the heart with softer power,
For comfort, than an angel's mirth?
That to the Cross the mourner's eye should turn,
Sooner than where the stars of Bethlehem burn?"

Light springs from the midday-midnight of Golgotha, and every herb of the field blooms sweetly beneath the shadow of the once accursed tree. In that place of thirst, grace hath dug a fountain which ever gusheth with waters pure as crystal, each drop capable of alleviating the woes of mankind. You who have had your seasons of conflict, will confess that it was not at Olivet that you ever found comfort, not on the hill of Sinai, nor on Tabor; but Gethsemane, Gabbatha, and Golgotha have been a means of comfort to you. The bitter herbs of Gethsemane have often taken away the bitters of your life; the scourge of Gabbatha has often scourged away your cares, and the groans of Calvary yields us comfort rare and rich. We never should have known Christ's love in all its heights and depths if He had not died; nor could we guess the Father's deep affection if He had not given His Son to die. The common mercies we enjoy all sing of love, just as the sea-shell, when we put it to our ears, whispers of the deep sea whence it came; but if we desire to hear the ocean itself, we must not look at everyday blessings, but at the transactions of the crucifixion. He who would know love, let him retire to Calvary and see the Man of sorrows die.

Mike Smith of Out of the Shadows LIVE. DOGE & Congress. PraiseNPrayer. B2T Show, Mar 31, 2025
https://rumble.com/v6rh91r-mike-smith-of-out-of-the-shadows-live.-dodge-and-congress.-praisenprayer.-b.html

DNC Chair Announces Democrats Are Launching a Shadow Government Called the ‘People’s Cabinet’ to Sabotage Trump’s Agenda
https://www.thegatewaypundit.com/2025/04/dnc-chair-announces-democrats-are-launching-shadow-government/

He was led away as a lamb to the slaughter. Not like a farmer taking his sheep to be butchered for meat, but like the Old Testament priest taking the scapegoat to the tabernacle so the sins of the nation could be laid on its head. Our sins were laid upon Jesus so that, on the cross, He could carry them away. Only through faith in Him can you receive the redemption found in having Him take your sin upon Himself.

Spurgeon's Morning and Evening Devotions

Morning, April 3

"They took Jesus, and led Him away." John 19:16

He had been all night in agony, He had spent the early morning at the hall of Caiaphas, He had been hurried from Caiaphas to Pilate, from Pilate to Herod, and from Herod back again to Pilate; He had, therefore, but little strength left, and yet neither refreshment nor rest were permitted Him. They were eager for His blood, and therefore led Him out to die, loaded with the cross. O dolorous procession! Well may Salem's daughters weep. My soul, do thou weep also.

What learn we here as we see our blessed Lord led forth? Do we not perceive that truth which was set forth in shadow by the scapegoat? Did not the high-priest bring the scapegoat, and put both his hands upon its head, confessing the sins of the people, that thus those sins might be laid upon the goat, and cease from the people? Then the goat was led away by a fit man into the wilderness, and it carried away the sins of the people, so that if they were sought for they could not be found. Now we see Jesus brought before the priests and rulers, who pronounce Him guilty; God Himself imputes our sins to Him, "the Lord hath laid on Him the iniquity of us all;" "He was made sin for us;" and, as the substitute for our guilt, bearing our sin upon His shoulders, represented by the cross; we see the great Scapegoat led away by the appointed officers of justice. Beloved, can you feel assured that He carried your sin? As you look at the cross upon His shoulders, does it represent your sin? There is one way by which you can tell whether He carried your sin or not. Have you laid your hand upon His head, confessed your sin, and trusted in Him? Then your sin lies not on you; it has all been transferred by blessed imputation to Christ, and He bears it on His shoulder as a load heavier than the cross.

Let not the picture vanish till you have rejoiced in your own deliverance, and adored the loving Redeemer upon whom your iniquities were laid.

I listen to several podcasts daily. This episode of the Steve Deace Show (carried on BlazeTV) from yesterday (3/14/25) was a special pre-recorded episode used as a filler while Deace was out of town speaking at a conference. It's a 96 minute discussion between Deace and his co-hosts of a deep dive article published in Tablet magazine this past January analysing how the social/cultural/political/media landscape was changed and manipulated since 2000. It explains most of what we've seen in the last couple decades and the dizzying speed of the changes jammed down our throats. The term blitzkrieg came to mind (COVID) and the term signal jamming was used in the discussion. Make sure to listen to the last segment.

It's a wide-ranging discussion that meshes nicely with Dr. Robert Malone's discussions of PsyWar; I've included a link to one of his most recent Substack posts on the topic below. His book PsyWar: Enforcing the New World Order was published last October and is available as an audiobook.

How Obama Attempted to Reshape Reality — and Lost | 3/14/25 | Steve Deace | Runtime 1:36:07
Steve and the crew spend two hours discussing an essay at Tablet magazine called "Rapid Onset Political Enlightenment." It's a fascinating conversation illuminating the origins of the deep state, the remaking of the expert class in Barack Obama's image, and how Trump's victory in 2024 may have put the final nail in the coffin of Obama's worldwide legacy.
https://youtu.be/QT_GFsQiZ9k

Rapid-Onset Political Enlightenment
How Barack Obama built an omnipotent thought-machine, and how it was destroyed | DAVID SAMUELS
https://www.tabletmag.com/feature/rapid-onset-political-enlightenment

The Mathematics of PsyWar
Do you have the right to be treated by your government like a human rather than a drone?
Robert W Malone MD, MS | Jan 14, 2025
https://www.malone.news/p/the-mathematics-of-psywar

Referenced in the first few minutes:
The Secret History of the Shadow Campaign That Saved the 2020 Election
By Molly Ball | February 4, 2021 5:40 AM EST | 35 minute read
https://time.com/5936036/secret-2020-election-campaign/