Reality never makes sense.

we are situated in the deep forest in the corner of the Amazon, ……….

you know great things t are coming when everything seems to be going wrong, Old energy is clearing out for new energy to enter. I try to meet Jesus in an open vessel , fresh and keeping all yielding fruit to make good wine. My home has been burned to the ground and some of my people, mainly warriors have been fighting the other tribes. There is no rush, what is meant for you will surely come. I keep telling my self that. I worry about the animals as the are ofte poached the Mcaws, therefore I keep my eyes out for poachers and they are not Tribal, they are white men.

my Grandmother always taught me that ”A perso’s most beautiful asset is is not a head full of knowledg; but a heart full of love, an ear ready to listen and heart willing to help others.• Then she would joke “Always listen to your heart. It maybe on your left but it’s always right.You see I’ve been struggling with the idea of marriage and love lately and I want to be around someone who know’s my worth, and accepts me for all my quirks and all my love. That I must make sure he feels the same way, as that love in the beggining will turn into a very big scar if I don’. my Grandmother always says it’s better to marry late , rather than the wrong one.

I dream about my future husband he will be proud of me, to have me, scared to loose me, fight for me, appreciates me, respects me, cares for me. Hopefully fixes my broken heart.Like Grandmother always said” Eventually child you’ll end up where you need to be,with who you were meant to be with and doing what you should be doing.

The people to hang out with are the people that inspire you, people that challenge you to rise higher, people that make you better. Don’t waste your valuable time and energy with people that do not add to your growth. Your destiny is important too. Life seems to be somewhat like a piano, white keys great day , black keys are sad ones. Remember in our culture music is a very integral part of our life. It deters as a warning, brings forth tribes from all over ringing bells and the flute ah yes that’s the most beautiful sound when a man is serenading you. Our lands are being destroyed and mining of Gold is poisonous to drink the water. White men came in the night and took six Mcaws and the Gold we had mined , our forests are being felled and our sacred land claimed by white people as their lands , whom are bringing serious virus to our villages, it’s very difficult living in Brazil and living in OUR Amazon Forest, we face constant danger from theives that steal what ever they can, our boats our food blankets and the wildlife to be sold off.

We are forced to join ranks with the supply of the cocoas plant which is cocaine, washed and turned into crack cocaine. we chew the leaves for energy and concentration, the children watch how we get it from the ground and then we lay it in holes to dry out, covering it with leaves of the woods. We are I suppose the Drug Cartele drug mules.it’s no use getting stresses over it because that just lowers our immune system and it effects more than just our physical health, long term it aff the mental state of our brain and it just isn’t worth it, as it robs us of our hope, beliefs and faith.

The trouble with Fiction it seems to make so much more sense than facts, reality never makes sense. I think it’s high time I let go of this drug game and let all this life go, and that’s so hard for me to do,because a part of me will always be a part of the Amazon and Brazil.But the daydreaming the running around in place, it’s not healthy, I just cannot do this multi tasking of many hats and hang them up and did what is best for me.