Just Like That 2: Legends and Such-Alaskan Empowerment

By DJ Blatchford

JLT2! Legends and Such, Alaskan Empowerment:,is based on true stories, yet I had to change the names to protect the guilty. Some Writers said the lower 48 states couldn't comprehend them as truth, to make them as legends, so please forgive the deception for that. Quayanna, we lived here, what now is; Alaska by friend or family. Some were ones I

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• Release date: Oct 21, 2020
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DJ Blatchford

"DJ as an Inupiat, lived Alaskan Legends & Such God allowed her to see the harsh birth pains of life from territorial pristine lands to what is now called the 49th State of the USA, Alaska. As you read, your mind will allow you to laugh, cry, then yet be scared and also totally amazed! The names in some legends were requested to be changed to protect the guilty. Enjoy Alaska as she takes you on the journeys as if you were with her. Quayanna = Thank you!"

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Just Like That 2: Legends and Such—Alaskan Empowerment

Copyright © 2020 by DJ Blatchford

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Just Like That2! Legends & Such

Alaskan Empowerment by Dj Wallace/Blachford

DJ loves the fact, that as Inupiat, God allowed her to see the harsh birth pains from territorial pristine lands to what is now called the 49th State of USA, Alaska.

From generational paths to modern marine highways. Debating with farmers that corn and apples came in a can back home, to them showing her the corn stalks and apple trees.

From frozen ice glaciers to rivers and seas, bays, opening ports of universal trade. From traditional healing to pharmaceutical ideas and back.

Quayanna God- which means Thank you, God.

Table of Contents

A-ah First Quayanna Goes To My Lord Of Lords, The King Of Kings

Abba First, Then Acknowledgments

ABBA’S Blessed Credits:

A Blessed Dedication

Donald Matthew Smith III

A Blessed Most Profound Poem

ABC For Today

Ah-Oh Sacred Eagle Feather

Ah Callyamiut Cranberries Got Their Color?

Ah Callyamiut Thought For You

Ah Callyamiut Intelligent; Quayanna!

As The Wheels Turn

Chapter I: A Winfield E. Behealsing

Chapter II: Behealsing Journey To The New Township

Chapter III: Custom Secret Hidden Spot in the Garden

Chapter IV: Dorothea Dormer

D’s 10 Day Blessings Friendship Bread

Chapter V: Entropy Redesigning Cover

Chapter VI: Fall Time Like A Tree-Leaves

Chapter VII: Good Attitude Is Everything Darling Win

Chapter VIII: Heavenly Aurora-Bore-Alice To Blue Fire Purifies

Chapter IX: Honor The Journey Back – At Four

Chapter X: It’s An Old Township - One More To Go - Princess

Chapter XI: Just Where Is This, Why Am I Here?

Dinner is in a Pumpkin?

Best Prayer Found In New Testament Bible Luke 11:1-4

Baked Stuffed Shrimp

Blah-Blah Plagues & Dreams Of Great-Grama

Bowls – What Do You Use Them For?

Calmly From Me To You For Just Now

Caution Ode All Alaska Native Females

~ Carrot Coins ~

Celtic Sea Salt

Clearly My Father’s Favor

Cloud Shapes Validate

Condensed Sweetened Milk

Conquer? Warrior? Can You Change Your Past?

Cracker-Jacks-No-Flour?

Cracker Jack Cookies

Cinnamon Sticks

Cures of Generational Curses Just An Example! I Believe!

DJ Ode To Auntie Katie

Did She Say Banana-Coconut Cream Soup?

Dear Bear With Me

DJ’s Pumpkin Bread Pudding

Dory Jay

Ducks, For Reel

Duck Our Way

Entitlement...

Every Year Bearing A New Lesson

Faith

Fun-No April Foolin` Mom

Finger Steaks

Give Thanks To Our Lord, Have Faith!

Give Quannas To Pain Healers For Arthritic Pain

George P. Kallas

Great-Grama’s Ole Inupiaq Ways In Far North, A Tired Long Day To Night

Great-Grama’s Ways:

GOD said…

Gun Sight Mountain

Hear Me Oh One In Pain

Help Myself Cabbage

I Am Recalling Back In The Day

Illness Of The Spirit Is Not Fun!

I So Needed Christmas Cheer!

1 – Two Bit Treasures To Know

Jep, What Grows In God’s Garden?

Jiggle Chicken And Nutta Fail Dumplings

JC Must Be In U-R Back Pocket

Just Doing Yer Job

JLT2! Lena’s Alaskan Salve ©

Kaden Matthew Lackey – Wallace

Keep Your Fork!

Kissy Jewel

Lily

Lily’s Chocolate Lilies 4 Lily

Listen, Watch Monkeys

Lion’s Lunch Goes To Pride

Lorna Knaus-Idea (CEO of State Of Alaska Import/Export Authority) (aged; three quarters of a century plus two, R.I.P.)

Make The Best Of It

Faith = evidence of trust

Mikya Rose

My One Of Many Favorites Psalm 91

Mini Husky Paw Pads (Alaskan Recipe)

Moe’s Gift To Micah (Things happen far too Quick)

My Other Favorite Psalm 8

My, My Your Eyes

Night Watch

Nigh Before I Sleep

Nikoya Mist

No Doubt Rub & Oplopanax Tea

Nosey Moose

No Too Negative Verbiage

Now Read Matthew 15: 8-20 to Sis in Christ;

Offense, Why Do You Take It To Yourself?

Others May Not, I Do

Over Sight Or Ignored?

Ode Beluga Whale Hunters Sourdough Starter

One Should Be Called HERO Once In One’s Life

O Full Moon

Prayers Answered Baby Prayers

Prices Paid For Slow Or No Or Non-Reacting Thyroid

Pilot Crackers Of Alaska Cheese Shredded (U-R Favorite type)

Pleased A Known Great Northern Ginseng Root

BEET THIS SALAD

Quick To React?

Really Now Ya Don’t Say

Rhubarb/Strawberry Butter

Rhubarb/Strawberry Cake

Real Alaskan Ice Cooler Pie

Rebel’s Eyes

Right, October-Quickie-Meal

Dedicated To Our Rose Of Sharon

Rykona Rain Wallace

Recall Notice

See God Does Watch Over Us

Seven Days Without PRAYER Makes One WEAK

Snickerdoodle w/ Chocolate Cookies

So Chivalry Is Not Totally Gone

Some Thoughts…

Soup Bread Bowls

Swift Modern Way (Soup Bread Bowls)

Special Occasions Napkins, For Holidays

St. Patrick’s Day (that changed History!)

Tankered

The Weaver

Three Things ...

Three Things

Three Things

Three Letters GOD

Three Letters GOD

Truth Is Stranger Than Fiction

True Miracle Blessing

The Truth Shall Not Be Hid

Ubiquitous Music Of Favorite Flowers

Unique Happenings In My Travels

Unk Roy, You Can’t Keep A Good Man Down Forever!

Useful Lady Jane’s Hand-Crocheting

U-R What U Hold In U-R Mind, Effects By U-R Mouth

Vital Parts FAITH

Whale’s Tale Pinwheel

Wow, Thank You: Andrew Zimmern Of Bizarre Foods!

Went 2 Lorna’s Outdoor 74th Birthday Party At Post 28 August 12, 2006

Whoopee, Turned 2 Negatives 2 A Positive!

Will You Stop!

We Were Just Traveling

Why Not, None Of You Do This?

Xanthus Bright Day

Xanthoma Healed

Yield

Yes, I May Not Know A lot, What I Know, I Know

Yes, Yes, King Of Kings Humor!

Youngster Surprises Us

Zap Back

Zapped Back Again

Zapped-How Bitterness Can Seed Into You-So Forgive

Zingers

Zeolite: Miraculous Detoxifying Results With Natural Cellular Defense

Zero Below

Zero Sum

Zwie-Back

To All My Children,

Zig-Zag Of Glenna

Zip Glenna’s: Statement Of Reasons

Zoo-Line Words

Chapter In Poem No To Negative Verbiage Psalm 140

More Of Scripture In No To Negative Verbiage- Poem Psalm 141

Curses In The Bible

Z–Z’s Concluding Or Omega Back Closing Thoughts, Quyanna

Zealous Thanks To You!

Zis- Bye-bye!

Zee Real Last Letter To My Living In My Heart Son Trai:

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-ah First Quayanna Goes To My Lord Of Lords,

The King Of Kings

Revelation 1:3) Blessed is he that readeth, and they that hear the words of this prophecy, and keep those things which are written therein; for the time is at hand.

Jeremiah 32:17) Ah Lord God! Behold, thou hast made the heaven and the earth by thy great power and stretched out arm, and there is nothing too hard for thee:

Psalm 139:130) For thou hast possessed my reins: thou hast covered me in my mother’s womb.

Psalm 144:1) Blessed be the Lord my strength, which teacheth my hands to war, and my fingers to fight.

13) That our garners may be full, affording all manner of store; that our sheep may bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our streets:

15) Happy is that people, that is in such a case: yea, happy is that people, whose God is the Lord.

Isaiah 53:5) But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.

Isaiah 54:17) No weapon that is formed against thee shall prosper; and every tongue that shall rise against thee in judgment thou shalt condemn. This is the heritage of the servants of the LORD, and their righteousness is of me, saith the LORD.

Romans 3:23) For all have sinned and come short of the Glory of GOD!

John 3:16) For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.

Acts 10:43) To him give all the prophets witness, that through his name whosoever believeth in him shall receive remission of sins

Romans 10:9) That if thou shalt confess with thy mouth the LORD JESUS, and shalt believe in thine heart that GOD hath raised him form the dead, thou shall be saved.

10) For with the heart man believeth unto righteousness; and with the mouth confession is made unto salvation.

Matthew 18:19) Again I say unto you, That if two of you shall agree on earth as touching any thing that they shall ask, it shall be done for them of my Father which is in heaven.

20) For where two or three are gathered together in my name, there am I in the midst of them. (Not to for get Isaiah 35) ~ Speak, talk positive, call it right into being!

John 11:35) Jesus wept!

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bba First, Then Acknowledgments

Thanks for saving my soul, making me of royal blood, daughter of the King of Kings-a spiritual Jew! Quayanna, King of Kings there is only one! Quyannapuk to the King of Kings for saving my son’s soul, and delivering him to Heaven awaiting for us = Donald Matthew Smith III, Quayanna, my Eldest Daughter Crystal & Son Jason, grandchildren: Mikayla, Becca, grandson Jared Jason. My 2nd Eldest daughter Melody Wallace-Stirling Regional Manager, Corbin Stirling, first grandson Tyler, famous granddaughter Mary, First Son: Tekoa & Autumn 1st grandson of my oldest son, Tekoa Dale Wallace II, grand-daughter Tristan; 2nd eldest Son Darius & Missy Rose, Dory & Tonya beautiful daughters: Mikya, Nykoia, and Grandsons Rekona, and Kyona. Cherished 3rd son Micah, granddaughter Mia. Purple heart Son Jared Wallace, 2nd to youngest Daughter Dawnell & Sean, Grandsons: Daniel & Gunner Bob, Sweetheart daughter Ajillia, Grandsons Darren Shane and Kaden Matthew. Sister-in-law Gal-Gal & family & Lois Ione, Big hearted 2nd Brother Don Jr & wife Carrie & Children; Candice Summer, Donnie III, Jasper (Peaches) & Special Forces Patrick. 3rd Bro James Roy & Janet daughters; Shanda & Jessica & Tiffany, & families. Youngest Bro George & Cheryl, all children, Jasmin & Brook, Twins Tony & Jodi, Christina, Tisha, Amanda. Youngest Sister Teresa Zigray-Wallace-Spiritual Jew-NJ family; Children: James Jewel & Alorah. Sister Delores Ashenfelter & Sharon Kay, Bro-CIRI Board of Director Harold Rudolf, Alma & Sweet Pea, and family! Cousin Chief Corky Demmick Beluga Whales, Mojave Chief Victor & Lily Vanfleet & families, Auntie Rose & Family, Kuz Cher Komakhuk-Top-lady-in state Alaska’s Telecommunications Analysis-U did it UR way, Hubby Ron Komakhuk Callyamiut Translator-Interpreter, My-Kuz Chunkie Evelyn Yeoman of Callyamiut-White Mountain-consultant, Elders-Bible Consultants & Artists Cousin Martha & Jep Hansen, Unk George & Debbie Edwardson Sr., Great Uncle Charlie Bruaer of Barrow, Cousin Donna Hopson, Cousin Pastor Davis & Laura Hopson, Dearest Mary Bell-Consultant & all your hats & families, Readers know, this is also being used for genealogy purposes as well! REMEMBERING; Quyannapuk=(Thank you very much) Editor Marie & Randy Brooks of Saddle Up and Shanhincy, Lani and Tanner, Sis-in Christ Unalakleet Joan Johnson, Terry & Corwin Kyle P., Script Supervisor Director & Marcella Bremond -in college becoming doctor, CAC for long hours, Heidi Riggs, Millie Johnson’s hats/her bubbly attitude & shield of Chair Sherrie B. her seat speaks for herself, CAC treasurer Donna Platt- our Moms were great, Brenda D. CAC Advertising Conrad’s on PhD, Author Hank & Mary Kroll owners of Madd Trapper Museum, Tammy Welch of Doris & Jake of Seward, Hills, Beverly Smith- AVTEC, Patrick Anderson. Attorney G.L. Blank of OR, Consultant, Sis Elena Gregory & Family, Research & Analysis Civil Rights Task Force other hats David Lee & Sweet Juanita Pelta-Moore, Children Jason, Kyle, Walter & Amanda, granddaughter Gracelynn, Author Retired Lineman Rockie Runyan. A Link To Your World David, Julie, Jared, Morgan Christensen. Christian best summer since 2008 & best days of my life w/Thx 4 Matthew C. Koller; 4 U R What U hold in UR mind. God’s protection prayers for families of Elders gone before us, Rest In Peace 2 Bro- Phillip Titus, Our Mom Alice Betty Ione-Titus, Daddy Roy Lee Ashenfelter, Victor, Unk Paul Totten, Whale Hunter Rachel Dimmick, Marie Lang’s children, Martha Anagick-Aarons, Mistelle Lynn, E. M. Riley-Sugá, many more! Now, enjoy as you turn the pages-4 ur mind pleasure!

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BBA’S Blessed Credits:

(GENESIS 1:26) And GOD said, Let us make man in our image, after our likeness: and let them have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over the cattle, and over all the earth, and over every creeping thing that creepeth upon the earth, 27) So GOD created man in his own image in the image of GOD created he him: male and female created he them. 28) So GOD blessed them, and GOD said unto them, Be fruitful, and multiply, and replenish the earth, and subdue it: and have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over every living thing that moveth upon the earth.

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Blessed Dedication

From a very young age Trai Loved motor cycling. When he was hit, at mile 23½ on the Seward Hwy., He was doing what he loved so much, riding his dirt bike, Chasing his favorite dog: Midnight!

This book is a dedication to my youngest son, my children’s youngest baby brother:

DONALD MATTHEW SMITH III

Born again child of God. Waiting for us at the feet of Jesus. Little D, knew this, you can’t get to heaven in rockin’ chair, God don’t want no lazy bones there.

Forgiveness is one of the keys to open the gates into heaven. Forgive yourself then you can forgive others. To actually enter into heaven, you must have no sin. Sin keeps you outside the gates of heaven. There is no sin in heaven.

Weeks before the trauma of the wreck May 8, 2008 on his dirt bike, my son Donny, sat on our beige leather couch in my home. Aloud he read me this book, in fact he read aloud to me all three of my books. Then, He begged me to never give up my writings, because he believed they would, and have touched lives in most positive ways, he was sure of that. He said they brought a positive change to ones thinking. He said they made him change into good thinking. He said Mom you write from the heart. God’s going to use all your books, and you, for showing others the way. Thank you son for that.

He was so proud of me, We spoke of God’s Love, and promises. My son promised to help me with getting this third book published, printed, and advertised. It was from his soul. "Mom if I have to, I’ll work two jobs just so you can get this book out to the people. He so enjoyed this for he said so, he was my hope of goodness, his heart was pure, Isaiah 57:1 & 2. (His Unk Jep asked God to please let him know why he had to go so soon!) These verses were his answer;

The righteous perisheth, and no man layeth it to heart: and merciful men are taken away, none considering that the righteous is taken away from the evil to come. 2) He shall enter into peace; they shall rest in their beds, each one walking in his uprightness.

This poem was my youngest daughter’s way of letting go of his physical body, she bought us all a tee-shirt with this poem on it, to celebrate his 17th birthday in 2009, thank you daughter, his Sissy Ida-the-spida.

In Loving Memory of D.M.S. III July 10, 1991 - hit: May 8, 2008, In hospital till last human operation failed, June 21st, 2008.

DONALD MATTHEW SMITH III

GOD LOOKED AROUND HIS GARDEN,

AND FOUND AND EMPTY PLACE.

HE LOOKED DOWN UPON THE EARTH,

AND SAW YOUR TIRED FACE.

HE PUT HIS ARMS AROUND YOU,

AND LIFTED YOU TO REST,

GODS GARDEN MUST BE BEAUTIFUL,

HE ALWAYS TAKES THE BEST.

HE KNEW THAT YOU WERE SUFFERING,

HE KNEW YOU WERE IN PAIN.

HE KNEW THAT YOU WOULD NEVER

GET WELL ON EARTH AGAIN.

HE SAW THE ROAD WAS GETTING ROUGH,

AND THE HILLS WERE HARD TO CLIMB.

SO HE CLOSED YOUR WEARY EYELIDS,

AND WHISPERED PEACE BE THINE.

IT BROKE OUR HEARTS TO LOSE YOU.

BUT YOU DIDN’T GO ALONE,

FOR PART OF US WENT WITH YOU,

THE DAY GOD CALLED YOU HOME.

JUNE 21, 2008

Amen

A Blessed Dedication

A Blessed Most Profound Poem

There is no difficulty

That enough love will not conquer:

No disease that enough love will not heal;

No door that enough love will not open;

No gulf that enough love will not bridge;

No wall that enough love will not throw down;

No sin that enough love will not redeem…

It makes no difference

How deeply seated may be the trouble,

How hopeless the outlook,

How muddled the tangle,

How great the mistake,

A sufficient realization of love will dissolve it all.

If only you could love enough

You would be the happiest and most powerful being-

in the world.

By Emmet Fox

ABC For Today

I Am said; to seek wisdom, to attain it ...

just ask the Holy Spirit, read Holy Bible!

AMEN BEGIN

FORGIVENESS is: The Seed of healing.

HEALING is: Spontaneous combustion of Love.

LOVE is: The circle of Life.

LIFE is: Through Jesus Christ our Lord.

AMEN BEGIN

Seek his righteousness, and all this shall be added unto you.

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h-Oh Sacred Eagle Feather"

It was a blistery windy day as I just like that, finished canning some fish. I was now baking a sponge apple cake for dessert tonight. The phone rang and it was my favorite Auntie. She was sobbing and said Oh Bunningiee, we need you to go to the hospital with your healing gifts. I paused and took a deep breath for a minute, prayed in my mind and soul an instant readying for what was to be.

I’m on the way as soon as you calm down and tell me which room, I’ll meet you there. We prayed together, well, I prayed and she was still sobbing quietly. After completing the pray, I asked Who is it and what happened? Auntie cleared her throat and with a broken cracking voice began to speak. He was with friends their car got hit and he’s in a coma. You know he’s such a good boy. Auntie, now sobbing, even more, so I let her gush. While waiting, it was as if I could feel her tears percolating through the phone.

After a bit, Auntie resumed, The doctors say he more than likely will not live and if he does, he’ll be, ‘damaged goods’ the rest of his life. Auntie sobbed profusely, I wait again a bit worried, Okay Auntie, I have gathered it isn’t Uncle. Auntie blurted out, You got that right! I replied: Okay, who is it? By the time you are done, will, he still be alive? So just tell me the room number and I’ll meet you there, okay Auntie. I requested.

It’s David’s son, Unk’s best friend! Auntie just couldn’t help sobbing again. I shuttered, shook, trembled and then mumbled, Auntie, I can’t use this healing gift on a non-native, you know I’ll lose it if I do that! She really began to howl in disapproval. It was too much for me, so I asked: Where is he and what room is he in? She sounded better: Providence Hospital, I’ll meet you at the customer service.

I was dressing for the cold, as I was talking with Auntie and while I had to wait. I put on my long gray down, a winter coat with the long pockets, since it was a bit windy. Out the door, like a flash of lightening.

Prayed if I got stopped, by the law, I would be escorted to the hospital. Never saw a cop all the way there. Wouldn’t you know only when you really need them, where are they?

I park my rig, get out and what do you know, I see Auntie. I wave so she’ll see me.

She runs up hugs me and starts: Man was you quick! Oh- Thank you, Bunningiee you will not regret this, you know.

I hugged her back and said, Let’s not waste any more precious time he has left, tell me details on the way up to his room. So we began walking fast and talking: He was with friends, it took the rescue people a couple of hours to cut him out of the car. He has bad head damage. Then she added, I’m sorry I just didn’t know who else to call. But then figured if anyone could do this, you could.

I nodded; we kept walking and praying as we walked. Then she started in again, You know you should advertise for this, you could really make money at it. She kept on, I’ll call the T.V. station and have them come over and film this. I glared at her, shook my head NO! And replied, Is that what is more important to you? It should be the boy’s life, because when I do this, it will be the last one I do. Because, of the promise I made: no healing of non-natives. There will be no need to call the press. Besides they have hurt us enough and they misuse all of us as well as our healing gifts. It will fly back to its original owner, across Cook Inlet to the Hair ends of Sleeping Lady. I paused, So no need to call the TV station?

Auntie laughed and added, You don’t really believe that mucky muck do you?

I retorted, No, I don’t believe it, I live it! Then my look was blank, but I shook my head ~ YES! You watch and see, for what reason would I tell you a fib? I continued, If I lie my gifts don’t work. I have to be clean, pure of heart and mind for this to work and you know that! Auntie shook her head, yes.

I continued, The Healer that gave me this knew I was drained and needed, renewals of energy, he helped me, re-gain myself and regain my gifts, and gift-tools! You see he worked for the state or the white eyes with forked tongues, as nice as he could be about them! Indeed after how they treated him? He too got burned out. So I helped him too! We had nice cool calm talks and many good walks. A healing time for both of us.

When he needs me, he finds me. He just knows how. He said one day I would out grow that, and be far stronger than he, I chuckled because he is considered me, great and powerful medicine. It’s just the honor to be in his presence. I was as a sponge watching him. Learning all I could as well as he did.

As a gift of being such an astute student, he said I earned a gift a tool for healing. It can’t heal, it does none of that. It is just a healing tool to make medicine flow stronger. Build faith that I was doing the right thing, the right way. I labeled it The Indian Giver- Indian Feather. And/Or The Sacred Eagle Feather I like the second name, it glides and moves.

By then, we get to the room where David’s son was. His tall worn worried body was slouching over his son trying to be strong. A river of tears flowing out of his unusual big blue eyes, down his color drained cheeks. Auntie motioned to him to come over to the door. She whispered informing him of what I was going to do. He nodded yes, as wiping his teary face the best he could. She hugged him, and his balding blond head seemed to lighten up a bit. I took his hand and gently reassured him, I am not here to hurt your son, just help him move his own energy, because of the state he was in, it’s only to help if his will deems me to. Pausing because of the look I received from him.

Auntie seems to think I’m the only one that can do this. She said the doctor’s say your son may not live, is this what you believe? I questioned. He shrugged his shoulders, with a, I don’t know? But anything you can do is better than losing him. (I again rebuked the words of losing him in my own mind, silently.)

I looked into his Dad’s eyes answering, You know I have no healing powers it is up to the Great Spirit! My tool (is this sacred feather) it only helps me in these times, it locates or directs where the hurt or damage is. Directing me to pray for the damaged area. He moves his energy by the help of our Holy Spirit ya know, it is not up to me spiritually. Your son has to want, or have felt his journey is not complete here in his life, and have experienced seeds of hope, into faith, you understand that? His Dad slowly nodded, yet in kind of disbelief, from the look on his face. (I rebuked that doubt, in my mind.) For God works best through me with no doubt.

Auntie excused herself out of his room, as we had moved into his room, while we were talking. She quietly closed the door, for privacy. He asked if he could stay, I nodded yes, adding, You must be quiet and pray, believing, watching, no doubting, no interfering in fact no fear at all, II Timothy 1:7; For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind."

Only if you allow praying aloud. He nodded yes in agreement, Quayanna, Matthew 18:19; Again I say unto you, That if two of you shall bind on earth as touching any thing that they shall ask, it shall be done for them of my Father which is in heaven.

It had a bright red (symbolizing the power of Jesus Blood) sacred cotton cloth folded around it to keep it covered from evil, and keep evil away from it.

I gently unfolded it, placing it on my open left palm.

Praying aloud, I floated it over his body, as the sacred feather drifted over David’s son’s lifeless body, starting at his feet. The feather quivered, like a mini earthquake, when it was above his damaged parts. His eyes opened only in flitter’s, now an again, showing only the whites of his eyes. Then rolled, it was clear he was in a state of coma.

The sacred feather shook like a mid-size earthquake over his head. Leading me to circle as many times as the movement was needed, while keeping in prayer.

Slowly retracing, as this backtracking allowed no missed spots. It slowed to a almost still time frame, where the feather scarcely moved. I slowly headed back toward his feet, I glanced up at his Dad. He had a dazed look, until I nodded, then ended my prayers with Bible verse; (But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed. Taken from: Isaiah 53:5) concluding, Amen, You are Loved! Selah!

My voice strait as an arrow, with no doubt. His Dad nodded at me. I left the room, and out in the hall waited Auntie, she looked at me, with unsure and searching eyes. I calmly reassure her, it’s up to him now, we’ll see-only God knows. I did as lead by the Great Spirit, the rest is up to our Great Spirit, and this child’s faith.

Auntie hugged me, and said, You will not be sorry. I told her, "It is not up to me, we’ll see, no promises. Yet in my heart of hearts, I knew he was being healed when the feather quit quivering; the shaking guided my hand on where to pray for him to heal. Like a seismic reader. His head area is severely damaged. I’m thinking keep positive, yes keep positive, yet he has to choose life, even though I claimed life over him, for I was given dominion over it for him, his father in agreement. As the life’s manual repeats, (the Bible), as you know by now I say to myself.

Knowing FORGIVENESS, is one of the biggest factor’s in His own call to the Greatest Creator healer of all times. Ask for forgiveness, and then to forgive himself, so he could forgive others. Vitally important, his own perception of healing hinged on it. He is truly in the hands of our Great Creator! I smiled as to let them know all would be okay, when leaving. I have to go now, kids to feed, dishes to do, budget to plan you know the routine. Luvs ya-God’s Speed!

Auntie wiping her eyes as she again thanked me. As I walked away, I just knew, he’d have a long tough battle, quite the fight, but yet he’d win, victory was his to claim dominion over. (Genesis 1:26-31.)

Anticipation, filling my soul, wasn’t sure when or how, but I knew I was to lose, The Sacred Eagle Feather! My heart seeped out, No, I don’t want my eagle feather to leave, it can’t go. I held it to my body as I ran across the Providence Hospital parking lot, to the ole rig of ours.

Only having to let go of my pocket, so as to enable me to open the door. Bewilderingly just like that, a blistery wind whirled all around me. I winced, grabbing desperately at my pocket, too late. It was gone in the swirl of the wind.

I got in the rig, as the wind howled, I did so too, I put my head on the steering wheel, and sobbed and howled. For the rest of the natives I was to be a tool of help, to be healed. Only now my tool was gone, because I broke a promise I made. My heart sank for my people. On the teary drive home I knew what I had to do, I had to call to tell my Sacred Healer of what happened, I was torn. I felt wonderful for the tool of healing, and broken for my people. I howled aloud to Great Spirit. How could I have broken that promise? Then a quiet, then I shouted Oh what a was a fool’s promise. Oh why would I ever agree to such a thing? Of course, nobody could hear me, only the Great Spirit and he is the most important, so what! I jeered. I would never again make such a foolish promise! For all deserved to be healed if they really wanted it, for it was just a tool of healing, as well as for myself. I pulled up to our country home driveway glad to be home. My eyes red from crying so hard, tried so to dry my tears by this time.

I rushed to the telephone, dialed the phone number, I dreaded but knew I had to face it. Ring, rings, goes the phone. Hello, on the other end. I choked up for a second. At my pause he strongly stated, I know, you used the feather as a tool for healing a non-native. I shockingly squeaked, You know? Of course, thundered the Sacred Healer: The Sacred Eagle Feather flew back to me today. It had to be, Long quiet pause, then a sigh. Sacred Healer speaks; It’s all right, be not dismayed. It’s up to you now! You have out grown me as well as anything I could teach, you are very strong. Tools, it is, you and you’re unshaken, no doubting, no fear, and sheer faith. Many wish for it, you work it! Truly you own these keys to life." Whew, I thought! Yet, I hear click, he hangs up the phone. Why was I in shock, yes why? Why did I fear him? I knew, he’d know I had no fear. So then facing it, one of life’s keys! It was really okay to be a tool of healing, with or without the Eagle feather, So I needed it no longer, it was like a-like a pacifier, or security blanket, or for me a mountain to be removed.

Whew! I got it, for I am the tool, as long as I have hope that seeds faith as a grain of mustard seed. Whew! I let goodness bloom or soar.

I lived out in the country; as I walked out to my yard, I shouted: I am sent me, I’m Bunningiee of Inupiaq, Callyamiut south of Barrow, Alaska, and I Am’s tool for healing! With much hope grown into faith the size of a mustard seed!

Matthew 17:20) And Jesus said unto them, Because of your unbelief: for verily I say unto you, If ye have faith as a grain of mustard seed, ye shall say unto this mountain, Remove hence to yonder place; and it shall remove; and nothing shall be impossible unto you.) Now I ask you, what is your mountain? All you need to move it is, what? Faith! That is one whom believes, trusting. What size of faith? As a grain of mustard seed, well what’s stopping you?

It was a great day, for I rejoiced and was glad in it, I learned many lessons today, grew my own hope into pure faith, my faith through him, as continued lessons all in all the best, Ah-Oh-The Sacred Eagle Feather!

John 14:12) Verily, verily, I say unto you, He that believeth on me, the works that I do shall he do also; and greater works than these shall he do; because I go unto my Father.

Isaiah 35

1. The wilderness and the solitary place shall be glad for them; and the desert shall rejoice, and blossom as the rose.

2. It shall blossom abundantly, and rejoice even with