The story of a Rainbow Warriors Awakening 

As I was growing up I had a knowing, about what I knew was truth and false. And the KNOWING I talk about is a place where you go beyond faith.  When the television shows played the Hollywood version, I knew that they were lies. I would get up set with my family for wasting their time watching such dribble. 

I would make connections with the Christian bible I was raised with, to First People's ways, with out even knowing what the First People's ways were. As an example, the old testament story of God changing Abraham and Sarah's name meant something profound in me that i could not explain.  As I met First People elders, and was shown how they used a calendar based on the cycles of Venus, to give the child a secret birth name, answered that knowing I had. 

So much that I have studied out side of main stream has resonated deep inside my soul. I have had to look past the controlling beliefs and dogma ways of organized religion. I have had to accept the secrecy that has been prevalent in keeping sacred teaching and knowledge away from the common person. 

Choosing to discover the Rainbow seeds that laid in gestation inside me, meant  I had to leave behind my birth family. My intentions with this website is to further the knowledge and understanding of the Hopi Prophecy that foretold the coming of this nation that would remember the old ways deep inside themselves. 

One of the first insights I was given was an accurate and complete birth natal chart. I could go into all the reasons why the Christians were forbidden to know this information about themselves, but that is a different chapter. There has been much emphases on "know thyself, a life not examined is a life not worth living, a birth natal chart and its understanding is the first step into knowing thyself. 

While working with sexual abuse victims, the birth natal chart, has shown them one important fact; no matter what has happened to you, you are still you. A person has a certain ego or personality they were born with. 

Here is part of my story. 

My blood line goes back to Ancient Atlantis.
These really are the times foretold.
I have much to teach. Like the shaman of the old days my birth and early life were plagued with hardships and trials. When I was born, my mind split into to entities.

I was 12 years old; I was standing under my cottonwood tree. This tree was my sanctuary. I was a chubby girl, and this was the only tree on the property that I could climb and sit in branches. I was 12 years old, standing under The Cottonwood Tree. I stood there horrible alone, and confused. I felt like I had just been dropped from somewhere to here; but I had no idea where somewhere was; and wasn’t too sure if I wanted to stick around here.
As I stood there, under that tree, I scanned my memories. I knew we moved from across the railroad tracks when I was 3. But, I did not remember one birthday, holiday, or family meal. I had few other memories that really had no context. It’s not like these people were total strangers. I had a mother who gave birth to me during her change of life and resented me. She called me Shelly, but I also knew this was not my name. I would find out, when I went to get my drivers license at age 16, my name was not Shelly. It was MiChal.
My mother was born German, catholic. She married outside the church and her religion. My Grandmother was the local family tree. It was her job to keep track of who married who. Therefore, she knew this family tree clear back to the old country.
At school, I would tell my cousins that we were related and how. The informed me, that since I had not been baptized in the church, I was a bastard and not related to them. Therefore, by 12, I was an outsider to my family, the town and even the ones I was blood related too. No, it was definitively looking like I didn’t want to stay here.

I really wanted to know where somewhere was, and get back there.

My father was an Ojibwa, who had been taken from his birth family, put in a boarding school, beat for praying in his native language, and had his eye shot out by a local boy for being a half breed. This incidents, conditioned him to remain silent about our native ancestors.

In 1975, the right to speak your native language and teach your children your native religion was still against the law. That right was not restored to us until 1978. And we can thank Leonard Peltier who still rots in white man’s prison.

So, in 1975 when I was 12, it was still against the law for him to teach me our native ways. My father supported us by working with the earth. He had a truck garden and a rabbit business. The rest of his time was spent "studying to show thyself approved." We would pore over ancient maps, ancient history; we studied the lives and cultures of the Middle East. He traveled to Wichita, Kansas when ever he got the chance to study with the rabies. He wanted so much, "to lean the truth, of the hidden wisdom of the bible."

My father was the most honest, giving man. Any one that needed help in our little village, would call on him. Although, they admired him for his altruism, he was still an outsider.



When I was five and starting kindergarten, the oldest child was going to college. She was the oldest and I was the youngest. There were three brothers in between.

Now, I was 12 and the only child left home. I was standing under my favorite tree, on a square block of land, in a tiny town in Kansas. My parents owned that land, the American dream fulfilled.

One of the memories that I knew standing under that tree; I used to walk to school with the two youngest brothers. There was as barn in between the school and my house. Many times I would walk home from the barn. The buses had come and gone, and I had been left alone. But, that is all I remember. Feeling dazed, my hair tangled with the long grass that grew in the small pasture around the barn.
The second memory; I was under the homemade beds, made of old doors on top of saw horses. The brothers were under there with me. My sister took notice of what was going on. She said she was going to tell mom.

Soon after this realization at age 12, I was aware of what was going on around me. I was lonely, scared and very vulnerable. Adult men started coming on to me. I was not aware that is was abuse, or that I had the right to tell them no. I floundered through my life. From prostitution to drugs, I exercised my free will of self mutilation. By 21, I had been married and was pregnant and alone. This saved my life. I knew I had to get myself together to take care of the blessed gift I was to receive. I had already lost two chances to have children, and instinctively knew that this was my last chance.

I am no longer 12 years old, lonely vulnerable and scared. I have grown into the person I was meant to be. During those first 12 years of my earth walk, my guides, spirits, ancestors, inner self helper, there are so many names yes, angles, kept me in the spiritual realm and taught me things. I was shown that in the ancient times there were birth rituals, death rituals,, that many cultures still practice today, but parts and pieces have been forgotten and the real meaning and purpose lost. It took me 20 years of fighting my upbringing to embrace these ideas and use them.

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