I'm descended from the Shawnee Chief Cornstalk who was killed in 1777.
I am also of Scots-Irish descent and VERY proud of my heritage and my culture. I do not apologize for my culture, nor am I "politically correct", and do not tolerate others who think that it is a necessity to be so.
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Friday, March 7, 2014
Here are some photos from the recent order that I made:
Wednesday, December 4, 2013
At one point of the hearing, a black Confederate soldier ancestor, a man by the name of H.K. Edgerton raised his Confederate flag and started the tune of Dixie!
"Passions ran high, at one point erupting in a spontaneous chorus of “Dixie” led by a black man, H.K. Edgerton, who called Union soldiers rapists and wielded his large Confederate flag like a conductor’s baton as the audience sang."
Some points to consider about this proposed monument are such ones as the idea of putting a monument to terrorists at the site of the Twin Towers, or to erect a monument to the bombers in Pearl Harbor that killed American troops. Why would anyone want to honor the invaders and murderers of their ancestors, especially at such a place as a large battle as this?
Sunday, November 24, 2013
They say that as you grow older your mind grows better and sharper. Sometimes I would question that, but mostly I would say that it is true, that as I get older I find that life has more things of interest and things that inspire me and motivate me more than ever before. I find myself able to do more and do it better than I once was, and can focus on the end result with even more clarity.
So thank you all who have continued to find interest in my ramblings over the years, and be sure to head over to my Etsy shop and by some gifts for yourself or our friends! I've reduced prices on some of my items for the holidays, and even better, if you use the coupon code "TAKE10NOW" at checkout, you can receive an extra 10% discount on your order!
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I have been involved with Spirit ever since I can remember. When I was really young, however, it was one of fear mostly. I was terrified of the dark and used to see and hear things in it and all of that would scare me pretty bad. I chocked a lot of it up to imagination most of the time, but was very unsure.
I was staying with my grandmother during one period when I was hearing things in the house, though; voices, talking, that sort of thing. I thought that someone had broken into our house and was very afraid. I realized that it was NOT my imagination, however, when my grandmother became very concerned and told me to wait in the bedroom and she was going to go see if someone was in the house. I hadn't even said anything about hearing the voices, but she heard them as well, so it solidified for me the fact that I was hearing something.
That may not have been a big deal, except for the fact that we lived in the middle of nowhere in Indiana, and our closest neighbor at the time was about a mile away, and our house was on a small dirt road surrounded by cornfields. Therefore, NO one would have been walking around our property in the middle of the night.
I have had the ability to communicate off and on throughout my life, but it is nothing "solid" per se. At times it is overwhelming and at other times it is nothing more than a "feeling", with energy, much like you've said. There are times, though, that it is intense, such as if we go to someone's house where a person has recently died.
I rely a lot on more modern techniques for reliable contact, I suppose, such as EVP and such. I had a life changing experience when I was about 7 years old that suddenly shifted my fear of the unknown into one of almost complete fascination, and I've been there ever since.
I have rarely made anything public out of any of this, except for working as a private reader for people, and doing mundane things such as astrology. I have been a reader for many years, though, but have only even advertised it as a service to the public a couple of times in my life. There is such a great public interest and need, it seems, for some ideas on these subjects, though, which is why I decided to write this book. It has become such a public topic and that, to me at least, says that there is an energy that is very prevalent in the minds of a lot of people lately and that they are looking for answers in this, in whatever way that may be. And being a Spiritualist, I feel that to help everyone understand and more fully accept things from Spirit can only be something that is positive.
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
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I hadn’t really given much thought to the dreams that I had been having lately, but I knew that they were seeming to be ones that made me think throughout the day that there was something I should be remembering. Although I never really could remember what it was that it seemed like I should remember.
I seemed to recall that when we moved here, to this far off country place, that it seemed like it would be fun, or at least a nice change of pace from the city. There were fields all around me and there was a sense of quiet that seemed to dominate the landscape, and I could walk forever and not see another person. That part was good, as I was growing a little tired of never having any space to myself. If it wasn’t my parents breathing down my fricken neck then it was the stupid shit I had to deal with in school. God knows how many times I would’ve liked to knock some idiot teacher upside their head with the spine of my book, if for nothing else than just not ignoring me in class when it was perfectly clear that I had absolutely no interest in whatever the hell it was they were blabbing about.
That’s fine, those people were idiots anyway, and now I get to be in a new place where people don’t know me from nothing and I can make myself into whoever I want to be. That’s one good thing about having parents that can’t keep themselves in one spot for too long; I get to try out different personalities, and people don’t ask me what happened over the summer. All of those kids at the other school were starting to get way too into their stupid selves anyway.
Sometimes, though, I did kinda wonder what it was that I was missing in myself. I could feel it, a little more everyday it seemed, that there was something that I was either supposed to be doing or something that I needed to figure out. That’s the problem with those vague feelings, though, is that you feel that way but you never really know why you feel that way.
Walking along the lane that leads down the side of the field makes it seem a little less present, all of those far off people and their stupid preoccupations with their clothes and their smug attitudes. At least out here no one can question the thoughts that I have or the feelings that I have, because out here I’m all alone. That’s how I like it, though. I like the solitude and the quiet, where the only voice that I hear is my own, and not some dumb slut whispering at the table next to me about what she wants to do with the teacher, if only she could get him alone for a few minutes. After all, she’s too mature for the guys in her class at this school, because she knows what she wants and how to do it as only a person like our 4th period English teacher could understand. And on and on it goes with her and her annoying little mouth; a mouth that’s probably all too eager to pass around herpes that she got when she was 11. Although she still doesn’t understand how in the world she got Chlamydia, after all it’s not like she sleeps around with too many people.
This place seems different, though, and I’m sure that it will be easier to be myself and be a little less noticed, at least for a while, until I can figure everyone out and let them see me for who I really am. No one’s gonna treat me the way they treated me in the last school, that’s for sure. I’ve learned way too much since then, and these people won’t get the chance to push me around.
I just wish that I could think a little clearer, though. The cloudy feeling that keeps filling my head is just a bit unnerving, and there’s no reason why it won’t start to settle now that I’m out of the city. The air feels so much brisker and cleaner here, and I’m sure that’s what it was before, all the nasty crap that I was breathing in everyday, making my head feel like it had cotton stuffed up inside of it.