from this world...we must all...WALK TALL

part 1

-------- 1) a daughter is born
2) spirit journey
---------- 3) physical journey

spirit journey
In july of 79...while my children were away at their dads...a great flood came to the little town where i lived...i was home alone...it was an awesome sight to see...there was no escape...my front yard was a lake of water moccasin snakes... the water rose 6 inches in my home...i sat on my bed and prayed until i fell asleep...in the morning...even though it was still raining...the water was gone from my house and yard...and for the first time in my life i was able to understand the fear of the FATHER as a good thing...i had not been behaving the way my FATHER would want me to...i had prayed to him the night before for forgiveness...but now it was morning...and i quickly forgot my promises...my pickup truck was high and dry on the road...so i went for the escape...as i drove in every direction (north south east and west) i found that the water had not receded except in my small community...which was higher ground...the houses i could see had only their roof tops showing...there were people along my road that had escaped by boats to the higher ground...i brought them back to my house...i had enough food and herb to sustain us for about three days when the waters finally receded enough for folks to go home... during the time we were together we told our personal experiences...the storm had been a tropical storm that came in and sat on top of us for 24 hours...all of us knew GOD was talking to us...we also knew that it had taken a natural disaster to bring us to our knees to pray a little more honest than usual...the awesome force our CREATOR can create has it’s ways...but unless you are paying close attention...you forget...we were declared a national disaster...which translates to 8 months of mind boggling government red tape...
but something else happened from that flood...the spores from the hallucinate mushroom (gulf coast region variety) were brought to my horse pasture from the cow pasture down the road...they do not grow in horse manure... just pasture fed cows grow these mushrooms...(cattle feed has chemicals to kill the enlightening mushrooms)...but here they were in my yard...i tried them...but without proper respect...i had not remembered my promises to my FATHER...so i did not look HIS way... but towards the things i desired...the mushrooms dried up...
a couple of months down the road...i got a job as a helper on a crew that laid pipe along roads...the forth day on the job...while helping to unload some pipe... the load slipped... everyone jumped back...including me...right into a gopher hole...slow motion clicked in and i was able to save my life...but not avoid injury...the load caught my right rib cage...it crushed most of my ribs and punctured one lung...when i woke up in intensive care...all hooked up to monitors and fluids dripping with demerol...my first thoughts were of my mom... standing over my bed...weeping...i was glad to see her...my second thoughts were of my FATHER...i would never turn from HIM again...a life and death experience has it's ways...

that same day as my accident...we received another incredible flood... september of 79...the mushrooms came back...i got out of the hospital in 4 days...i threw the addictive and depressing demerol away...for the next two years the enlightening mushrooms grew everyday in my yard...i felt obligated to this great gift and picked them everyday... making tea from them...i tested each batch before passing them on to whomever the GREAT SPIRIT sent to me...except for my walk to pick the mushrooms...i was bedridden for several months... it took a full year to recover...i began to read books...i was in a state of awareness i can never quite explain...i read the bible my father's only sister gave me... i lived it from the front to the back...i read the lost books of the bible and the forgotten books of eden...the mormon books... and native american books...

i also did what some call soul traveling...others call it a vision quest...i met with the HOLY SPIRIT first...then the SON...then FATHER...i spent much of my time with the one called the SON...we gazed upon MOTHER ..i called him brother and he called me sister...i recorded what i saw and heard by painting three of my bedroom walls with each ones message to me...each one taught me much..but kindness was taught first and last...(wall 1...wall 2...wall 3) i was told twice to tell the people to be kind...it does not surprise me that in the 90’s marijuana is called the kind...that she is...but i still had much to experience (years of absorbing my messages) before i would be called on to speak...

during the second year of my shrooming...i bought a tractor and went to work doing tractor jobs...i took jobs that men would not touch...once i mowed 40 acres that was 8' tall...it had every kind of bee you could think of nesting there for years.. millions.. they buzzed me in an angry fury...but not one ever stung me...i had my “no fear bubble” on...i did not know it then... but i was given my spirit name ...i became “crazy diamond” that day...the people who witnessed me mowing through all those angry bees said, "look! she is crazy"...the diamond was a gift from my FATHER...HE gave it to me to shine...the going amongst the angry bees was my test to see if i was ready...i had yet another bees nest to stir up...HO!

physical journey