S-Mean Girls

The title means something. Bear with me.

To fully understand, Im going to have to blunt. The beginning of my life was not normal. I tried come in "Sunny Side Up" but the doctor turned me down with salad servers. My mom was very pleased at his adeptness, however, I think this started me off with problems, amongst other things.

The goal of my intro is not to bore you with a litany of deets, yet, some are pertinent to the issue. Intellectual property theft, again. So, my first experience was of being manipulated and may have been the cause of many seriously bad headaches in my 20's.

So begins the backstory to MEAN GIRLS: (try spot the similarities like I did watching it for the first time.) 

Jump to Crocker Middle School. I was 11 and new in the USA after emigrating from South Africa. Apartheid was coming down, and my Dad thought it best we vacate the country. He planned it well, and we successfully made it into a good part of California, or so we thought. Carrie Fischer was a student there many years prior.

In SA, I, Janice, had friends and things were fun. Lots of Jews like us and we had a good life. Here, however, on the surface it seemed similar, but as time went on we all learned of deeper things. The first real friend I had here was named Katie Lofthouse. She was a boyish, funny and introspective girl and she had a friend Kim Brown, who lived across Hayne Rd. from her. They grew up together. 

Katie was protective of Kim, and I only found out later why. She had had two brothers die. Both families were very down and had serious issues. One of Kims brothers fell off a waterfall at age 9 and there was a plaque to him over the drinking fountain at the elementary school, where my brother Wayne attended. (I thought that was a strange thing to do since he fell of a waterfall to his death.) The other brother died in a cessna plane crash where he flew into a mountain. He was older, like in his 20's.

Kim had a dog that had seizures.  Everyone seemed depressed and sad in some way. Katie's mom was an alcoholic and drank beers all day while her husband was a shrink who cheated on her. She wasnt that attractive, but probably was when she was younger. The 3 daughters, Katie being the youngest, looked different form each other, yet the middle one, Karen, looked the most like the mom, like a cherubim. She seemed the cheeriest of the bunch and I never met the eldest, bc she was out of the house at 18. The eldest was a punk rocker and got Katie into bands like The Cramps and PIL. Katie introduced me to New Wave, and alternative music which I liked very much. Depeche Mode, Erasure, Yaz and New Order. I still like them to this day.

So in Mean Girls, they switched our names. I researched the writer of the book that supposedly inspired Mean Girls, but I think that's a cover. My name Janice was switched with Janis the artist deep thinker, weirdo who loved in the US, while Katie was changed to Cady, the South African transplant who didnt fit in - a newb. Now the story of Cady being made popular was actually a thing that hapened after I separated from Katie and Kim and started hanging out with a girl named Bery Zontos and her friend Heather. (The Heathers come to mind here, with Winona)

Bery and Heather were party girls, and they'd rip out the school parking lot Senior Year to get Burger King in Bery's 914 Porsche. Id go with them as I had beautied up in my Junior year of HS. 

I think my friendship with Katie and Kim started to wane as another girl named Lisa joined our group and was jealous of me or something. There was a lot of backbiting in those days and idk, I just was adapting to my surroundings, not tryna cause any more harm. My parents were divorcing in 1983 and our house was a place of unrest, as my father was seeing his female business partner, whom he quickly married in 1985.  

Anyway, you see the premise. I was from SA and Katie (not Cady, Janis in MG) was the friend. There was a gay male character put in for transagenda in MG, but the gay guy in our school was Michael Dennis and he wasn't really friends with anyone I knew, but he did remind me of Cindy Cowper, a very masculine girl in SA that I used to swim against and always come in second to! It was like they were alter egos haha! I guess this was my first experience with the oppo culture. I, at some point was shown a book about hermaphrodites and saw that Mexicans had that in their culture. I also learned that Mexicans were all over California as the gardeners around were all Mexican. They would howl at us on our bikes when they passed by. It was kinda creepy sometimes...

I'd have to watch the film again and take some notes, but there were so many similarities to the story, it was uncanny! I mean (pun intended), how many girls named Janice come from South Africa to America? Hmm.. How many mean Katies are there? And lets get real. Katie was brutal. She was angry, cynical and depressed. She made me laugh though. She had an edgy humor and cut to the quick. She dogged every "popular girl" she could and was a quick study in terms of personalities. She was bullied very badly by a boy named Greg Feldstein in Elementary School before I arrived at Crocker. He was unkind and mean to her so she became resentful and hated him. I think in retrospect, she might have liked him, but he didn't like her or maybe something happened early on with them. Greg turned into a teenage alchie and I saw how the boys were stealing the parents booze a lot in rich Hillsborough.

The boys were also very spoiled and could basically get away with shit. One boy attempted rape me with a rufi one day at my house. I didn't know what happened until much later. Paul Buncke, now a successful construction company owner in Tahoe. He never copped nor apologized to me for that. His father was a famous surgeon who adapted a big toe to a thumb surgery or something. 

Anyway, a lot happened in my life. I will rewatch the film MG although it makes me cringe and get back to this. Just know, Ive been sold. Ive been ripped off more than once by the deep state who seem to think anything and anyone is fair game. FO to them and the ship they came in on. Justice will come, soon. 

The Holy Trinity of Intellectual Property Theft

Now, you may say, who will see this? Or, They could sue her. But hear me out... 

This is a crime perpetrated on the many, by the few, and I am not the only one. It may have happened to you.

There is something going on in the air. Somehow, the psychic neural net of humanity is either firing connections simultaneously, or it is being harnessed by something and some people with out others knowing, and I sense the latter is the most truthful. There are things its taboo to talk about, like the MKUltra program or the fact that the CIA has patents to spy on every man woman and child through microwave generated radio signals.

Now that the Ai internet is fully up and running, don't you think this was available for a lot longer than we were told? It was. 

So, what I'm going to share with you is not going to sound so farfetched. And, wouldn't they want to cover it up with lies to make everyone think a certain way? Well. they did. 

I am not certain of the details, but I can see a pattern emerge when three of my life experiences end up being the impetus for three of the largest biotech companies in the world:

Facebook

twitter

and --- You Tube.

I wrote about some of these and some other stuff before, but the last piece fell into place just now and Ive decided, fuck it. I am gonna say the quiet part out loud.

They've been spying on me the whole time. They cant figure me out but they sure can steal and copy cat me to Kingdom come! 

 

You Tube & Facebook:

Back in the 90's I was an avid Deadhead. Second timer arounders, but nonetheless, a Deadhead. I didn't go to shows far away, but when they were here in their hometown, the SF Bay Area, I went to pretty much all the shows. Idk how I did it financially, but things were not as roped as they are now in 2025.

One particular show I went to at Shoreline Amphitheatre stands out in my life because the whole thing seemed scripted. It was an opportunity for discovery and the unknown was waiting for me. 

Let me ask you this, why does the establishment want to stop people who are clairvoyant or with esp? Why do they label people with medical conditions who are not in the norm or cut out obedient slaves? Answer: to control them. The whole thing is about control. And greed.

So, I shall cut to the chase and say the tale: I was walking across the parking lot and two guys were standing in front of me talking in whispers. They seemed wild, like the adventurous types and somehow, the next thing I knew I was being offered LSD. One said to the other "do you think she can handle it?" the other looked at him and said "I dont know." He looked at me and smiled. They must have been from Stanford, or SRI, bc this was all planned and idk this until many years later. I hadn't really done it properly and only had one mild experience in high school.

Stanford was the beginning of the LSD trials as many of you already know. They are still doing testing. They are watching everyone. The grand experiment continues, some know, others not at all.

It was red lips on a blotter.  Later, I coined it - The Kiss of Death.

The trip came on hard in the second set. There were songs that brought about imagery and it was all connected. It may seem slight, my explanation, but you will see how these all weave together. This is just my testimony. And they never paid me for the theft.

In Run for the Roses, Jerry, the Master of Ceremonies aka Shaman took me through my chakras starting at my crown. This is where I just realized You Tube comes from. The concept that I am, (we are) a tube. The light comes in the crown chakra and  travels down the channel of our light body (aka our tube of light) and experiences each chakra as a different land shall we say. I will not go into detail on each one, but this correlates with my work with energetic essences of water, in that, each chakra is a time opening.

The crown was more like the beginning of a waterfall into the third eye where everything was seen through everything else. All solid matter was pervious to the light of the third eye. The throat chakra was all about sound and singing and was blue like water. We are water, and water speaks if you listen. Its not a matter of if, it does, anyway, all the time. (That's why plumbing is so important, but I'll hopefully remember to get to that later.)

So, the main chakra is the heart. It is pink and green and as Jerry took me down my light channel, this particular one, opened and opened and opened like an infinity of roses. The song was the leader and the music made my soul open to it. They are warlocks. They did conjure this. The Grateful Dead Band.

This was the beginning of the vision. After the RFTR experience, something else happened. I met some guys from North Carolina and they were fun and seemed to be tuned into me. One guy, I remember well because they said he worked with monkeys in a monkey lab. He seemed like a monkey and acted like one too. More so than the others. There were five of them, but him and another guy, Spencer, seemed to be around me more than the others.  Spencer looked like Jesus.

The monkey guy seemed to want to be in a competition of some sort with me. Then the tunnel visuals appeared in front of everyone. We had to travel through these tunnels like Jedi on maglevs. There were twists and turns and we were all in a bubble of some kind projected from somewhere. [later in my studies, (in 2017) I discovered that NASA Ames Research Center had, and still has, a huge wall that aimed (AIMED AIMS get it??) right at the Shoreline Amphitheatre!] With SRI (Stanford Resarch Institute.) just a hop skip and a jump away, the Triad of Evil could conglomerate their findings but from where? Where was the Antennae....??

Wait for it..... by the Med tent. A Large wooden carved totem pole stood by the fence, out of the way, but close enough to reach NASA and SRI (stanford retard institute). All Menlo Park businesses and linked already trhough their CIA FED Network. Linkedin comes to mind... another name robbery, like reddit and all of them.

So, yes, they are all involved.  

After the tunnels, which I won, they looked at me in amazement bc they had never seen such response time as mine. I swear, I am not making this up. They could not outdo me. It was natural to me. I had not done a lot of L and mostly did shrooms and weed, with some beer, but I was never a big fiend.

Then it happened... 

The Vision: A huge double rolodex of faces, like cards in a deck all floating in the sky in front of me in two concentric cog like ovals with the concept being soulmates. One male cog of men - ADAM and one moving cog of women - EVE which would simultaneously spin and float towards each other to find their soulmates. Its always been a dream of mine to match soulmates for people bc I want the world to have more love and connection. So this vision came from me, my heart and my soul. They were either showing me or I was envisioning it, a double rolodex of faces, a facebook. At first I discovered they called facebook ASPECT and it opened off University Ave on Ramona I think. They came up with that lame cover story about Harvard twins who Zuckerberg stole the idea of a dating site from. It was all a lie to cover up the money part... DARPA. Zuckerberg is a creation - his name meaning Sugar Mountain. (Big rock candy mountain...)

Its just like the story of Bill Gates stealing the Personal Computer idea from Steve Jobs. (My boyfriends name was Steve Francisco and he was an electrician who went on "jobs"... another anecdote of similarity.)

See, everything and I mean EVERYTHING is psychic. The Feds know, DARPA knows, the CIA know (bc they brought the LSD from Italy over here, in fact I wouldnt be surpised of the Catholic Church knew about the LSD and probably funded the research with SRI, NASA and Stanford, which is Federally funded, I will say it again.) 

So, the idea / concept for these programs came from this day in 1993/4, I cannot recall the year. 

On the way out of the concert, my mind blown and the world changed, I saw a guy with a bright red wig on, which was very noticeable from my viewpoint. Later I realized that they really got inside my mind and found my first love, whom I have not seen again since he came to find me before all of this happened.... Hindsight is 2020 and this is why they tried to kill me with cancer and why they did covid. They are greedy SOBs and want money and power. They will lie cheat and steal to get it and nothing stands in their way, until Trump. 

I know what they did and will not forget it. I will tell the story over and over until someone listens.

 

Twitter:

When I was in MJ recovery, I would go to a chat room online in Marijuana Anonymous. My nickname I chose was Jbirdy. I chose it bc my boyfriends best friend was called Jay and Steve called him Jaybird. We had broken up a long time after that and I liked the name bc my name started with a J too, Janice. I also related it to myself bc my mom used to call me Bird bc I liked to sing. so Jbirdy was born.

When I entered or exited the chatroom, I would always say "tweet tweet"

See? They watched me. they watched all of us, but I know they watched me, bc in hindsight, retrospect... it became glaringly apparent that they had kyped my ideas, my experiences and my method to ensure wealth for themselves. In the room we chatted short messages, just like twitter.

How can they get away with it? Well, they have killed three of my friends. I know the mafia is involved and I know the Mussolini family lives in Stockton CA. Project Underworld is not over. Its alive and well in Sacramentos underbelly.

Ive made studies on them and you can find them on my Bitchute: https://old.bitchute.com/channel/VIYieCgJqs9B/  

I have more to say and would like to add to this at a later stage, but I have to go eat dinner now bc I am a human Messianic Jewish woman and a mom who likes to cook. I am not a monkey.

Thanks for reading. 

 

Next time I'll tell you how they stole my life story to make Mean Girls. (They switched our names, Janice & Katie. They also create an author to make it have more depth. Dates & times matter not)

...amongst other films......  Game of Thrones was a past life regression I channeled and the healer/demonwitch Jacqueline Rene Pace [[[https://lovehealawaken.com/about.php ]]] whom I trusted, betrayed me (sold my idea) and is now married to a rich Kinkaid (maybe, old news). 

She is one of the people related to a friend that was suicided. Her ex boyfriends brother, Matt Roddy. 

The suicides are all spiritually orchestrated btw. Sacrifices.

---When you find this: Hi there ...I have your code. The Psychic Pastor from your fake boringame church really blew it. Hiding in the trees hey? He was hiding in the psyche ward, spying on people, just like you. I still have the lightening bolt you gave me.... I know what you did.

Metaphysical Church of Enlightenment ..BS. Energy vampires.... preying on people who are lost. I had a bad feeling about you.--- 

Demons they are. I'm not lying. I saw her shapeshift in that Church and never went back.

Addendum: Seems miss JRPK is living in ritzy Cotswolds of England now, with her cats. https://lovehealawaken.com/sessions.php and she states "All sessions are completely confidential"...BS. 

Oh and BTW, bc this is PUBLISHED, it is COPYRIGHTED. So you are all BUSTED.

PAY ME BACK. 

Razors Edge - Mental Illness in San Mateo County CA.

 Today I am inspired after a huge hiatus, to write again.

We attended a San Mateo City Council meeting where, the agenda 4 was to be the issue of the sheriff being basically fired as a duly elected official, by the board, due to what they deem was misconduct. Its a long story and I will get to, but let me just summarize the surrounding business the board had while I was there with my newly 18yo daughter and Grassroots Liberty friend, Patty.

First off they started with the Pledge of Allegiance, which was great. I miss that.

Then the board started taking comments from the public who were there, but they were saving agenda 4 for its allotted time, so anyone who was talking on that was pushed off till later. One man, however, stated the Mayor of Half Moon Bay told him about this hearing and he came over to say that before sheriff CC (Christina Corpus) was elected he was being pulled over 4 times a week for nothing and now he is not since her win. 

Another man after him, eloquently stated some pertinent talking points regarding CC in that because she was voted in, the people must decide to oust her or not after a full hearing.

The crux of the issue w this sheriff is that the board want to control the decision where in the sheriff is terminated from her position. It is not their decision, it lies with the people, for the people elected her. The board should and must not be the factorial decision. Whether or not she did what she did, it mustn't be their choice. The board kept saying the public is in danger bc the sheriffs office is compromised through CC's actions. This must not be a decision done in moody haste. Plus I am not sure why, but these sexual issues always happen in places of power. It has been seen time and time again with presidents and the like. I am not sure why anyone's surprised, even if it is true or not in this case.

The reason for my post here is that after these people - one emotional Hispanic and a centered white man, the board meeting became a self congratulatory event and circus! 

Two assistants were honored for over 1/2 hr bc they basically run the whole department. One man is a Sheik and the other woman runs Records. She stated its logging history so that in 100 years people can see what happened here. They gave them a plaque and took photos.

Then, it was time to honor the Zoppe Family Circus who had been in the town prior to the board forming. They came in dressed up and played an accordion! Grandfather Zoppe had a broom and said he was going to clean up the Govt. It was a complete waste of time and as much as I love the Zoppe Circus and think it was fun, the fact that they were going to disbar a sheriff this week, seemed a bit too jovial.

It was to lighten the mood, make one think the boards not bad and lighten up MKUltra style.

It was a joke. Everybody clapped and cheered but what else do monkeys do... go along eh?

Then it was time to hear from people regarding the CC document and allegations of misconduct. 

Money was discussed and comments were made through zoom and the floor. It seemed like a whole show planned to put on like something was happening but really not a whole lot really was.

A woman from FIX SM spoke in a hushed tone with a garbled throaty drawl that made her side swagger even the more so effective of someone who really didn't give a shit bc she was going home to a full meal in a house later. 

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My title is the lynch pin. Between the two men at the start, the assistant congratulations & circus commendation, was quite a disturbing time. I left this out prior to give you some time to consider the temperature of the room.

The Redwood House, a mental illness and drug rehab place off Edgewood Rd in San Carlos/RWC is slated to be closed at years end. This place houses addicts from SF and the Bay Area. They gave NA & AA meetings (to which yours truly has attended to do AA outreach for H&I in the early 2000's.) I can tell you from personal experience, they do not have a lot of success, and from the meeting it showed that this was the only place like this available to people living on the edge.

The Stanford Doctors and mental health people who spoke and zoomed in all basically were pleading for it not to close, probably bc it is a funded job and ensured a steady flow of pharma meds out to the addicts who just want drugs anyway. To me it seemed a dying corpse of a system and that they simply want to resuscitate it, but it is not enough. The symptom of this is telling a story of money laundering, incapacity to deal with the problems and also a lack of real forward movement. I know they ship out busloads to Stockton during freezes and many die out there. We know SF and Nancy Pelosi use the extraordinary funds to grift the system. The money paid to one homeless addict far outweighs a regular persons rent in this area and that, as many of you know, is already astronomical.

The system is broken my dearies, but not why you think. Read on.

The next person was a woman from the Environmental Health Svcs Dept and they had a well planned out bid for more money. Two of the board members were all over it and wanted to approve it right away while the rest hummed and hawed and requested a two week extension to look into the projected expenses. Warren Slocum and Noelia Corzo wanted to rev the grift which to me showed they were in on it, imo. (These names! Haha!) Noelia Corzo was also hell bent on removing the sheriff.. another cliche hysterical female imagery.

This EHS woman also spoke in a low gravelly quiet voice leaning on sleeptardo. Yes, I made that word for this bc its the best description I can give. These folks who work the cushy well paying long term jobs seem to become part of the furniture. She crept out to slowly insert this blood sucking agenda and although the EHS probably does some cleanup and toxic prevention, they for sure don't need an extra  mil a year. From what I saw there is gross overreach and overspending happening. These board members look, fat, happy, complacent and quite oblivious to what is truly happening in their county, or they simply don't care enough. Its a facade and I will show you why. The intelligencia is asleep. They have become complacent sheep pushing the subtle agenda between the circus and the admonitions to ensure the lubricant stays thick on the wheels, and drips off onto them forevermore.

As I watched the wheel turn and I prayed the sanctity of our justice system was not as loony as the agendas in todays county board meeting.

The whole thing seemed like they were just making it up and those assistants were the only thing keeping the office going. They were commended by every board member and much time was taken to thank them. 

Here is a link to the proceedings: https://sanmateocounty.legistar.com/Calendar.aspx

They have a new building which CC's boyfriend, Victor Aenlle, had a hand in and the growth in this area has been phenomenal compared to the problem they lack to solve - drugs and homelessness.

My title, is about all of it. Some of the kids have a lot and some don't. Not bending towards communism here, bc we know this doesn't work, but should there have already been something better created? 

Why this die hard play for systematic functions that don't function? Other countries have had success with healing in other ways. People need to feel worthy, worthwhile and like they matter, just like those assistants. Cant they see the solution they seek is right in their own house?  A blessing or a curse. We must choose - we can choose. We the people need to do this soon.

Maybe the drug addicts and homeless should join the circus? Or start their own. This place can be the beginning of something new where a creative aspect can take over and the money funded there instead of just draining into nowhere forever. Maybe this is what the county needs...people need something to live FOR! This agenda 4 ($ on the keyboard) is a sign.

..This area is plagued with much, a bridge between SF & SJ - we could be so much better.

..A rebirth of creativity, a rebirth of healing modalities. A sense of hope and a future to believe in.

We are on the precipice of a new time. Instead of FIX SM fighting the Trump Agenda, how about embracing it? His way will be better. It cant be worse than what these democrats have done here. 

Enabling the gloss over isnt working. Mental illness has become a shield which much hides behind. It has become a place where the longer your list of problems, the more you get in ways of gifting the grift.  It really shouldn't be so muddy. I could be clear and simple. 

Lets try imagine it differently. The fun of the circus, distracting us from the horny sheriff being typecast as a typical emotionally based woman falling for the construction guy and bossing everyone around the office isn't nice. It doesn't make us look good.  

The Bay Area used to be cool. My mechanic had 5 old mustangs in there today. 

The past is where we can draw answers. Surely that records lady knows.

Amen.

Postnote: Chat GPT on "the circus"

In the context of witchcraft, symbols or actions can be used as metaphors, representations, or energetic tools to focus intent for a spell or curse. A "clown show" could signify chaos, mockery, or the distortion of reality, depending on the practitioner's intent. Here's how it might symbolically signal something in such contexts:
    1    Chaos and Disruption: A clown often represents unpredictable and erratic behavior, which might be invoked to sow confusion or disruption in the life of the intended target.
    2    Mockery or Humiliation: Clowns, with their exaggerated and absurd features, could symbolize ridicule. In spellwork, they might be used to metaphorically "make a fool" of someone.
    3    Illusion and Deception: The clown persona hides the true self behind makeup and costumes, symbolizing the use of illusions or deception to obscure truth or manipulate perceptions.
    4    Carnival Energy: Historically, carnival or clown imagery could be tied to the reversal of social norms and order. In magical practice, invoking this energy might aim to invert someone's life circumstances or balance.
If a "clown show" appears as a signal in the context of spellcraft, it might be a metaphor for these qualities or energies being employed intentionally or unintentionally. It's important to approach such interpretations with discernment, as the specifics depend heavily on the intent and cultural background of the practitioner.
 

Links to learn more: 

The 407pp report document https://dig.abclocal.go.com/kgo/PDF/111224-kgo-smc-investigation-report.pdf

https://sanmateocounty.legistar.com/MeetingDetail.aspx?ID=1124305&GUID=805922D7-3A25-47F9-9ADC-5D5FD8EF5AC3&Options=info%7C&Search=

https://www.almanacnews.com/san-mateo-county/2024/09/20/sheriff-fires-third-in-command-amidst-board-of-supervisors-investigation-into-sheriffs-office/

https://www.politico.com/interactives/2023/gavin-newsom-friends-advisors-staff-interactive/

https://localnewsmatters.org/2024/07/17/san-mateo-county-sheriff-christina-corpus-appointed-to-state-board-overseeing-jails/

https://abc7news.com/post/san-mateo-county-officials-call-sheriff-christina-corpus-step-down-investigation/15541417/

https://fixinsmc.org/about/cssmc/ --- The gravelly swanky FIX lady -- they have masssss funding from UU's ACLU etc

https://abc7news.com/post/san-mateo-county-sheriff-christina-corpus-allegations-bullying-misconduct-manager-intensify/15345568/

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/LaDoris_Cordell -- the RETIRED Judge (DEI) Stanford *red flag* more on my Black Rabbit Detectives - telegram

Bonus: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9QbI5RPbHWo - Ancient bloodlines

The Bear and the Butterfly By Janice Meyer Kirkpatrick

 

It was the time of the 7^th moon and in the green forest, in a deep cave, right near the gentle stream, lived Bear.

 

Bear was large and he loved sleeping.  He loved sleeping because he dreamt dreams of many colors. 

 

When Bear was not sleeping he loved to dance! 

 

When the village had ceremonies, Bear stood at the edge of the forest on the village border and dance to the sounds of the drum that that came from the people.

 

One morning when Bear was on the way to the river for a salmon breakfast, he heard Blue Bird singing high in the treetops.  He stopped, and looked up. 

 

Blue Bird sang and sang.  He was busy courting lady Blue Bird and he was singing his best song ever to her.  Bear was so enchanted with the song that he started to dance.

 

 

He danced and danced.  He was having so much fun that he forgot all about the river and his salmon breakfast.  For a while then, he was lost in the joy of dancing.

 

Just then, who flew up, but Yellow Butterfly.  She loved to see Bear dance like this.  She had watched him before when he didn’t notice her and it made her so happy to see him having such a good time.

 

She flitted around and he didn’t even notice her because a lot of the time Bear like to dance with his eyes closed to feel and not get caught up in seeing.

 

For some reason, however, this time, Bear got a bit dizzy from spinning around too much and he opened his eyes to see Yellow Butterfly right in front of his face!

 

This gave Bear a start and he fell backwards on his bottom.  Boom!

 

Yellow Butterfly thought this was so funny and started to laugh.  She then proceeded to land right on Bears’ nose!

 

He looked at her cross-eyed and they were locked in gaze. Then she flew off into the trees up toward Blue Bird.

 

Bear watched as she flitted away.  There he sat on his bottom and now his belly was talking.

 

Bear got up and resumed his journey to the river for salmon fishing, thinking to himself, “She was pretty!”

 

Bear salmon fished all day long and slept by the river that night.  It was warm and the stars were out twinkling in the night sky above him.  He felt safe and warm and happy to have such a full belly of salmon.

 

That night Bear dreamt of a place in the forest that he’d never been before. 

 

It was sundown time. 

 

He walked down a path and it felt as if someone was guiding him. 

 

There were trees and plants that he’d never seen before.  There were beautiful flowers of all kinds, small and big of all different colors and shapes.  Bear stopped to sniff some of them and they smelled so wonderful to him!  The path was soft beneath his feet and there were birds singing in the treetops.

 

After a while, he came upon a clearing.  There was a small lake in the center and trees all around the edge of it.  In the trees he noticed something strange.  The leaves of the trees seemed to be alive!  They were moving! 

 

Then, all of a sudden, a wind came and all of the leaves FLEW OFF THE TREES!!!  Bear was shocked!  Then he realized after

 

looking closer… THEY WERE BUTTERFLIES!!!!!  Big ones, small ones, all different color ones!  Beautiful, beautiful glorious butterflies!

 

They swooped down at him and all around him.  Flutter, flutter went their wings.  The wind felt warm and gentle as their wings made their own soft breezes as they passed his face and arms.

 

Bear reveled in the glory and the beauty of the butterflies.  He felt as if he too could float like them and he started to move like them and dance around with them. 

 

Soft, melodious music started to come through the space, like an amorphic dream.  It flowed through Bear and it seemed to make the butterflies very happy because their flight became more like a dance of joy.

 

Bear danced and danced.  He danced for the whole night with the butterflies.  The butterflies loved Bear and as they flew all around him he took on their colors.  His coat started to shine and he even looked like he had a thousand little wings all over his back and arms as the butterflies landed and flew off of him and all around him.

 

He felt so wonderful and free and he even sang a little to the music that played through the air that elevated all of them into a special spiritual realm.

 

 

That morning Bear awoke to the sun beaming on his belly.  He had slept a very good sleep and he had been given a blessing with the most wonderful dream he could ever had dreamt in his life.

 

It really felt to Bear that the butterflies were inside his spirit now and they were part of him.

 

He got up and stretched as all animals do before they set off from a sleeping place.  He looked down the path, to the left and then to the right.  He sat there for a while seeing which way was best to go.  Finally he decided that left was best and he started to make his way down the path.

 

A little ways down the path, he heard a bird making much noise and he saw that there was a Hawk.  Hawk was big and he called out to Bear. 

 

“Bear!” said Hawk.

 

Bear looked up and said “Yes Hawk?  What do you want?”

 

“Bear!  It is known in the forest of your dream.”  Hawk said.

 

“It is?” said Bear.

 

“Yes, it is Bear.” said Hawk. “And I am instructed by the Great Spirit to lead you some place now.  Follow me Bear.”

 

 

 

Bear nodded and plodded off after Hawk.  Hawk flew high in the sky and Bear had to get up on his hind legs to see hawk every once in a while to make sure he was on the right trail.

 

Bear followed Hawk for a long while and eventually they arrived at a stream that came from a small waterfall.

 

“Drink Bear.”  Said Hawk.

 

And Bear drank.  Hawk also landed and had a drink of the cool fresh clean water from the stream.  Bear was thirsty and drank for a while.

 

 

“It is time Bear.”  Said Hawk and flew away out of sight.

 

 

Bear stood at the waters edge and looked around.  He decided to sit and take in the beauty.  It was very pretty there with lots of flowers of all different colors and he was tired from the long walk.

 

The sun beamed on him and it felt good. 

 

Just then, he heard some rustling in the trees and he looked up. 

 

He was amazed at what he saw. 

 

 

There was a beautiful native woman with long black hair. Only she had the most giant yellow butterfly wings that he had ever seen! He knew she was Yellow Butterfly from that day with the Blue Bird.  Except now, she was Yellow Butterfly Woman and she was a sacred spirit who was with him now!

 

She flew down to him and looked into his eyes.  He was so happy and full of joy that a tear formed in his eye and it rolled down his cheek. 

 

She smiled at him warmly and kissed him gently on the cheek, where his tear was falling.

 

Then, something amazing happened.  Bear felt tingles all over his body and a thousand lights swirled around him from his head to his toes.

 

Bear was changing… He was changing into a man! 

 

Bear changed into a handsome native man with long black hair and a Bear skin to cover him, for he was still Bear.

 

He felt very different being a man, but Yellow Butterfly Woman assured him that it was good and Great Spirit had plans for him. 

 

He felt good and went with her.

 

They walked from the water and to the forest.  She led him to the village. 

 

When he saw the village he was afraid.  He said to her that he was afraid they would see him and shoot him with the arrow.  She said no, because now he was a man and he was safe.  They would not shoot the arrow at him.

 

He trusted her and they walked into the village.

 

All the natives crowded around them.

 

A young boy summoned the Chief,  and he came out of his Tipi.

The Chief came over to them and looked at Bear.

 

Finally he spoke.

 

“We have been expecting you Bear.” Said the Chief.

 

“You have?” said Bear.

 

“Yes, we have.  We have heard stories of the Bear who dances and we have often dreamt of you and prayed to see your dance.”

 

“Wow!”  Said Bear, “It is I who am honored to be here!  I have heard your wonderful music and I have so often wanted to join in your ceremonies, but I was afraid if I came out of the woods that you would shoot me with the arrow.”

 

“Oh Bear.  We know you and we Love you.  We want you to join us.  We are so happy that you are here now.  Great Spirit

 

 told me through the Shaman that Yellow Butterfly Woman would bring you and now that she has, we must celebrate!” Said the Chief.

 

“Come!  Everyone!  We celebrate!” Shouted the Chief.

 

And with this everyone in the Tribe gathered together and started to make the music.  There was drumming and singing and all kinds of wonderful musical sounds!

 

Bear’s spirit lifted so high and he looked at Yellow Butterfly Woman with joy, grabbed her hand and started to dance with her!

 

Everyone watched as Bear danced with Yellow Butterfly Woman. 

 

They saw his rhythm was different and they changed the beat of the drums to his step.  This changed things for it brought much more magic from Bear’s spirit dance.

 

What happened next was also amazing.

 

Again, like in Bear’s dream, except more now…hundreds and thousands of little lights appeared and intermingled with Butterfly and Bear and all the natives watching them. 

 

The lights made everyone mix with their own spirit animal and they all changed to part native and part animal!  The whole tribe

felt the magic! 

 

The dance was power that night.  The music was amazing! 

 

The trees seemed to love it too! They swayed in the breeze to the music.

 

 The Earth was warm with the Love she felt from the many dancing feet upon her soft brown skin.

 

The Love that was made from the dance and the music went far.  The Love went so far that it covered the Earth and the Earth was the happiest she had ever been. 

 

She healed all her wounds and grew trees.  All her rivers and streams became clean.  The oceans became pure and all of the bad things went away.  It was so good now that there was no place for any bad at all.

 

From then on, the animals and man lived in peace with Mother Earth.  They danced every night to the beautiful music and they made the Love so strong that the Earth was happy every day and every night.

 

And that is the story of the Bear and the Butterfly. 

 

We now Pray for Peace, Love and Happiness for you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Janice Meyer Kirkpatrick 2009 ©

The Magic Tree By Janice Meyer Kirkpatrick

 

Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there lived a very old tree. Its knobby roots were very big and they grew deep down under the rich umber soil of the earth. The roots spanned as far as, if not farther than, the broad out-stretched branches of the very old tree. When it rained, it rained a lot. So, the earth and the tree received plenty of water and they had enough to quench their thirst all the way through the long dry periods.

 

            One beautiful day in spring, a young boy came walking along, and his bright eyes beheld the grand old tree. "Never in my life have I seen such a magnificently magical tree." He thought to himself as he stood in awe gazing up at the tree and admired the out-stretched branches, which seemed to span to forever.

 

            As he stood there, awestruck, something strange started to happen. As if by magic, he sensed the tree drawing him nearer to sit amongst its knobby roots. So, he did. The boy sat down under the tree and it was nice. In fact, it was good.

 

            There he sat. He sat there the whole day through. The old tree grew in a place where you could see for miles in every direction. The view was spectacular. He could see the vast lands. It was as if he could see the whole world. The day turned into night and he didn't have to leave.

 

            He slept and all night long and he had the most wonderful dreams. He dreamt about a ship on an ocean. He sailed to faraway lands. In the morning, he awoke refreshed and happy.

 

            It was good, so he sat there another day, and another night, until the days and nights turned into a week, and the weeks turned into a month, and the months turned into seasons, and the seasons turned into years. There he stayed. He was so content. He needed nothing.

 

            The tree loved him. That was all he needed; the tree, and...love.

 

            The boy had sat there for so long, that he started to grow older. He stayed there day after day, night after night, week after week, month after month, season after season, year after year. As time passed, he grew into a handsome young man.

 

            In the day, he sat under the tree resting his back against the tree trunk, completely absorbed by his beautiful surroundings. At night, he slept soundly and dreamed glorious dreams.

 

            His body grew bigger and his hair grew longer. His mustache and his beard grew. The hair on his arms and legs grew longer and darker. The young man sat and he sat. He stayed there until he grew to be a mature man. By this time his hair had grown past his shoulders and the hair covering his face was also getting noticeably longer.

           

            His beautiful dark brown locks of hair curled around his face, neck and shoulders, and, as the branches gently swayed in the wind, his hair waved in the wind with the leaves and of the tree.

           

            He sat and he sat. He sat until he grew to be an old man. His hair had turned white and so had his long beard and mustache. His beautiful snowy locks curled all around the big knobby roots of the tree. The old man just sat, feeling the lovely warmth of the old tree behind his back. This feeling was enough to sustain him. He had needed no food or water through this whole time. For the tree gave him everything he needed and he just sat.

 

            The man had sat there for over one hundred years! Until one day, he and the tree knew it was time. The magic tree seemed to sigh as the sun was setting. And, as the sun set over the horizon, in a magnificent blaze of orange, red, pink and purple hues, the old man's beautiful young heart stopped beating and the old man died.

 

            Many more years passed. The leaves of autumns fell and covered up the old man and his body went back to the earth. The sun rose and set thousands of times. The moon shone through its phases night after night. The seasons came and went and the magic tree stood.

 

           

            One day, a very beautiful young girl came walking by the tree. She too was struck by the magic tree and its immensity of presence and beauty. She was also called to sit beneath the tree. So, she did.

 

            She sat for the whole day, until it turned to night. She too decided to sleep at the foot of the tree. She too had beautiful dreams of sailing on the sea to exotic faraway lands. The next day came and the girl stayed. She stayed for the whole of that day and the next. Day after day, week after week, month after month, year after year, season after season; the girl sat.

 

            Eventually, the beautiful young girl who had first arrived at the tree, had grown into a beautiful young woman. Her golden hair grew into gorgeous long wavy locks which curled around her tan colored arms and legs. Her hands were also beautiful.  She would wave them in the wind as the branches of the tree waved. She would smile as the wind blew them gently to and fro, to and fro.

 

            There, under the magic tree, she stayed until she grew into a mature woman. By this time, there was definitely a deep wisdom about her. This occurrence could only be attributed to the powerful, and subtle energy (called love) that the old magic tree had freely given to her for all these years.

 

            The man and the woman were magically sustained for their whole lives by one thing; one thing that nothing and nobody can do without. That one thing is love. Love is all anybody really needs. It is the love that gives us life. The thing we search for; the thing we long for; the one thing that is inherent in all of us; undoubtedly is: love...Love...LOVE.     

 

            The woman stayed under the tree. Her hair turned silver and gray. And, when the wind blew, her hair gently waved in the wind with the leaves of the tree, as if she were part of the tree and the majestic interlude between heaven and earth. Her limbs seemed to move as if she was hearing a symphony. Her presence radiated with an iridescence light, as if she was symbiotically connected with the tree and with everything that came before her.

           

             Usually, the most one could see of her was her beautiful face smiling in the sunshine. As the wind died down, her silvery locks rested amongst the roots of the old magic tree.

           

            The beautiful old woman sat and she sat. Until one morning, as the sun rose up over the horizon in a majestic orchestra of crimson and indigo hues, the old woman's heart beat its last beat and she died.

 

            Seasons passed and the leaves and the earth covered her up, until there were no remnants found of her ever being there.

 

            Much time passed and the magic tree seemed to change its color to a lighter shade of green. It also seemed to be decreasing in size somewhat. Something was happening. You could feel the magic tree longing for the company of the man and the woman.

 

            Several years passed. And as spring arrived, beautiful flowers covered the ground where the man and the woman once lay. These flowers grew in a particularly unusual formation. It appeared as though, in the flowers at the base of old magic tree, the man and the woman were embracing. And, as the wind blew, it was almost as though they were living again.

           

            One year passed, and the tree was happy. One might say that it even looked happy. Then... one crisp spring morning, something wonderful happened.... A little sapling could be seen growing a few feet from the grand old magic tree.... The branches of the grand old magic tree seemed to be reaching over and around the new baby tree.... just like a mother protecting it's newborn baby..... It was truly a breathtaking sight to behold!

           

            As the small tree grew bigger and stronger, the old tree seemed to lose some of its life and it began to wither slowly. The baby tree was beautiful and strong and magic, too. And, it, too, would live for many, many years.

           

            One afternoon as the sun set over the horizon and the sky was a blaze of crimson, persimmon and lemon hues, the old tree died. The new magic tree was strong. It would live a very, very long time. So, the story of the magic tree would go on, and on, and on.

 

 

 

Janice Meyer Kirkpatrick 2009 ©