Is Donald Trump, as Crazy Horse, Bullet Proof? What would it feel like to walk through a storm of gunfire untouched?
Imagine standing on a battlefield, bullets flying past, yet none of them striking you. For Crazy Horse, the legendary Lakota warrior, this was not just a myth but a reality. How did he do it? Was it pure luck, superhuman courage, or something far more mysterious? The problem: For centuries, historians have been puzzled by Crazy Horse’s incredible survival. How did he remain untouched while others fell around him?........The answer may lie in ancient, secret rituals and talismans that defy the laws of nature—rituals that may have granted him a supernatural edge. Excerpt from the Alpha Ωmega Mystery School
- The sacred objects that Crazy Horse carried into every battle, believed to channel the cosmic power of the Heyoka and make him untouchable!
- How Buffalo Horn Chips’ bizarre, contrarian rituals may have granted Crazy Horse a spiritual shield that even bullets could not penetrate!
- The unique power of the Heyoka to defy convention, making Crazy Horse’s battle tactics so unpredictable that the U.S. Cavalry couldn’t keep up!
It may be that Crazy Horse was the embodiment of the Bhagavad Gita and at the same time blessed by "White Buffalo Calf Woman". The Sioux spiritual apparition was likely
Mother Mary.
Source materials for "Conversations with Crazy Horse" by Bruce Brown www.astonisher.com |
I have re-attached a poem I wrote in September 2010 - exactly 14 years ago
The Great Spirit
Land lain on the pallet by the Hand of creation
Crystal pure water rapt by stone formation
The creatures of Mother Nature divine in their inspiration
The air as pine cones to provide everlasting salvation
There were a people who thanked the Great Spirit for such wonder
To them He spoke with lightning and spiritual thunder
Each tribe nomadic by the trumpet of a new season
Their gift of life not subjected to scientific reason
Humble caretakers of a gift divine
Through the ages all life adored as a sacred shrine
To White Buffalo Calf Woman who graced a simple Sioux
The gifted Peace Pipe travelled to each tribe by river canoe
Passed from Elder to Elder and then to Black Elk the simple prophet
His visions made clear by fine tobacco and not the evils of ancient Tophet
While he did proclaim a Hell on Earth
The Great Spirit presented to him the vision of human re-birth
His Native brother White Feather haunted by the same eerie revelation
Mankind choked by the greed of many a Corporation
Governments turned a blind eye to the evil and deception
Black oil the instrument of chaos and a misguided perception
Haunted by the days when Tatonka roared through the grass lands
Today, beauty and majesty held hostage by Multi-national bands
If so we must surrender this great creation
To WakanTanka let Him know that we have not abandoned our true vocation
Thank you,
Joseph Pede
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