When I was going through some of my toughest struggles in my life, I continued to have
faith. I am a person that believes in all faiths and loves all. Each Sunday or other days I
would go to churches some would also have food and we would study, or some cases do
chants. Three times I went to some revivals one was in Moose Jaw and it was very
powerful. They also where trying to mix all faiths in this revival.
One day I was walking on my usual journey as that is how I find my ways to go in to a
church or this time a camp revival. This was the most magical place I have been.
The wind was blowing and the high top tent was ripping back and forth on the poles.
The grass was amongst our feet this was located on 11th Avenue past Broad in a park.
Music filled the air and I just got up and danced the night away it was such a healing
process. This went on for about a week they would have singing dancing and a man would
get up and preach. Or people would tell stories of there healing path and journey.
Then later we would have food after.
Two nights I went and one night this woman came to me and started talking in tongues
she splashed me with some oils or some kind of magical sweet smelling aroma and all of
a sudden. My body collapsed to the ground people made sure I softly fell. I lay on the
soft grasses listening to the music for some time. Then another night a man came to my
side and I cried and cried and told him of the loss of my children.
He said something about me and the government and that is a mystery.
Then the last day they had a big cow trough it was filled with water, and we were to come
in white. As we would get baptized that day. I was put in the water and they gently put
me under. When I got out my dress clung to me, and I was so filled with exhilaration
I ran around and screamed with joy. One woman told me that I must cover up as I am
Distracting all the men. So she gave me a towel to cover up.
Most nights I would have had to walk home from there at night by myself. Yet this man
And I became friends he always wore a hockey jersey and a ball cap, and was not
had no teeth and he drove a white van. We became good friends over the two weeks I
was staying in the North Central. He wanted to be more than a friend, yet I told him right
from the start I was his friend, and that is it. He honored me. Many times we would
disagree with certain topics yet we would continue to be friends. He would pick me up so
we could go to Souls Harbor or to a church for breakfast. We would never sit together
as he knew I had other people I would talk to, and that was okay with him.
One time he took me to one temple I believe and we were doing our chants, and he took
off with half of the people there. They were trying to get a sofa for me so I could have
some where to sleep where I was staying. They where making a big commotion. There
was three of us that were focused. I was at the microphone doing the chants...
After we enjoyed a meal on the floor it was all vegetarian. I loved it!
The same people asked me to do studies so I would come back and study with them.
As they where located close to where I was staying.
Some places I would go and they would welcome me with open arms, yet other places
I did not feel welcome. So I learned some valuable lessons, as with me when I have my
business I want everyone to feel welcome. Not in a pressured way to do things my way.
As it must be a process of healing their way through their own exploring of nature, arts
team building, collaborating and going outside the box to have faith that all can
create and heal and be successful in life.