Mystic V

This is my website from my heart and soul.

 

 
-Do Not Judge Me!"
Do not judge me by the colour of my skin, just because it's different from yours.
No matter what colour I may be on the outside, inside I'm the same as you.
Do not judge me by the style of clothes I choose to wear.
It is not the clothes a person wears that makes who or what they are.
Do not judge me by the company I keep just because you may not approve of them.
No matter what type of crowd you may find me in,
I am my own person, responsible for my own actions.
Do not judge me by the places I go and the places you don't go.
In my mind and heart it is better to go where you want to be
than a place where you don't want to be.
Do not judge me by what I drink nor the foods I choose to eat.
It is not what goes in through my mouth, but what the heart allows to come out.
Do not judge me by the way I may act, just because to you it may seem to be a bit strange.
It's just the way Goddess/God made me, and it's the only way I know how to be.
Do not judge me by the lifestyle I choose to live,
just because it's far different from yours,
because as sure as the days are different from the nights
and the seasons are different from each other, I, too, am different from you.
Do not judge me by my Religion, nor the way I choose to worship,
just because it's different from yours. No matter what Religion we choose,
or how we may worship, we all worship and serve the same Deity.
Do not judge me by what you have and what I don't have,
because our blessings were not meant to be the same.
Do not judge or criticize anyone, for there are no perfect beings on Mother Earth.
We all make mistakes at some point and time in our lives.
We should accept people for who and what they are,
regardless of how different one may seem or be.
We should all learn to live and let live....love instead of hate....
help each other instead of hurting!
If you should ever get the urge to judge someone, I suggest you stop...
take a good, long look at yourself and the life you've chosen to live,
then ask yourself one question, "Who am I to judge?"
However, once you've done this and you still feel you have the RIGHT to judge others, let me be the first to congratulate YOU for being PERFECT!
written by Stormy WindWalker aka Rev. Debbie Johnson

 

 

There were two Native American Nations
that were in a great war with each other.
was decided that the Nations should meet
with each other to try to create peace.  The
place to meet was across a bend on a free
Nations.  They met and peace was seen under
the shade of the small strong tree.   The
Shamans, feeling the healing power of the tree,
decided to call it "The Medicine Tree." 
The tree through many moons grew, as the world and society
grew around it.  a highway was put beside the tree,  and cities
sprang up around the tree, a monument was placed so not to
forget the story of the tree.  "The Medicine Tree" grew proud and
strong taking the pains of those that came to her to heal. 

     The society around the tree decided they wanted a bigger road,
but low and behold, a simple tree stood in the way.  Late one night
someone poisoned "The Medicine Tree", releasing poisons deep
into her mighty roots.  Now it was thought it would not take long
before she was to go, fall over withering in dying pain.  For years
she fought it and stood strong in the ground, never would she fall
till it was her time to go.

     This young lady passed the tree, at first, thinking the offerings
  were just the act of modern day vandals.  (Little did she know!)
  Later, she saw a painting of scarves on a branch and something
drew her to this painting.  Puzzled at the strong pull, she asked
the artist why does such a simple painting hold such spiritual
power?  She was told of the legend and soon recognised the tree
she had long ago passed...... was "The Medicine Tree".  The
offerings were not that of vandals, but of those the tree had
helped heal.

     Now the lady stopped by the tree to see what energy it would
hold, she had no pain in her heart to heal.  The energy was
powerful and she sat at the base of the tall tree and felt the pain
of poison deep within her roots.  The lady gave her some energy
of her own, to help the mighty tree see it's way through the pain
man had caused her.

     Now years went by and the lady stopped at the tree everytime
she passed by.  The lady tried to keep her heart pain-free
everytime she visited the mighty tree.  The tree would seek her
pain and take it and the lady would in return give the tree as
much energy as she could spare.  Now the lady soon fell in love
with that simple but mighty medicine tree.  She longed to visit it
every chance she got, and the conversations were passed
between the ladies soul and the tree.  Soon the lady had her best
friend in the tree, she would stop to talk, sing and chant just to be
with the tree.

     One time the lady stopped when there was heavy smoke in the
air, the forest around the tree was in a great blaze.  She cried in
fear this would be the last time she would see her friend, she
knew the government and firefighters would do nothing to save
"The Medicine Tree'".  They had long wanted the tree gone and
this would be a natural way to make her disappear.  As the lady
hugged her friend, she could feel the heat of the fires already
alive inside her.  With all her energy and might she cast a circle of
protection around her mighty friend.  With tears in her eyes, she
whispered her goodbyes in case her circle would not defend.

     Now the fires roared through and burned the forest down all
around, they raged for weeks.  The lady wanted to be with her
tree so bad but the roads, man had built, had been closed.  No
news was covered on the tree, only stories of homes in the area
lost had been covered.  She thought of her friend everyday, and
asked all officials that came her way, "What has become of 'The
  Medicine Tree'?"  Noone knew or should it be said, that noone
cared, for it was a simple tree in the way of building a bigger road. 

     The road opened and the lady rushed down to see what had
become of her friend.  In a circle of 10 feet stood the tree.   All
around her were ashes of everything that burned,  not one piece
of bark touched by the fire.  The lady cried in joy and hugged her
dear friend.  Her friend laughed in wisdom saying, "They can't
have me yet, I still have more healing left in me yet!"

    When something is meant to be, it will stand tall and proud. 
It will not disappear till it is time for it to go.

Author Unknown


 

 

When you come to the edge of all the light you know,
and are about to step off into the darkness of the unknown,
faith is knowing one of two things will happen
There will be something solid to stand on,
or you will be taught how to fly.
Barbara J. Winter

"It does not matter where his body lies for it is grass, but where his Spirit is.
Black Elk

The Wise Woman's Stone

Story by
Author Unknown
     
  • A wise woman who was traveling in the mountains found a precious stone in a stream. The next day she met another traveler who was hungry, and the wise woman opened her bag to share her food. The hungry traveler saw the precious stone and asked the woman to give it to him. She did so without hesitation.
    The traveler left rejoicing in his good fortune. He knew the stone was worth enough to give him security for a lifetime.
    But, a few days later, he came back to return the stone to the wise woman.
    "I've been thinking," he said. "I know how valuable this stone is, but I give it back in the hope that you can give me something even more precious. Give me what you have within you that enabled you to give me this stone."

 

 

War does not determine who's right,
only who's left!


Author Unknown

People with clenched fists can not shake hands.
Indira Gandhi

 

 

So many gods, so many creeds,
So many paths that wind and wind,
While just the art of being kind,
Is all this sad world needs.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox


You must learn to be still in the midst of activity
and to be vibrantly alive in repose.
Indira Ghandi