Seattle, Washington – It’s time to get up, get up and begin our day… I throw my toothbrush and clothing into my backpack and shoulder it as I file out of my room at the nunnery. On some nights some of us are assigned different places to sleep all around King County. On last night, I was sent to the nunnery to sleep with another 7 ladies. The nuns tell us the rules and give us the room assignment. I am sent to room 7 up the stairs.
The ceiling is low. There is only one bed. There is no decorations. There are no old dusty spider webs or rat droppings. I have experienced in my time among the wolves beds filled with rat droppings. I have experienced rooms covered in every evil spider of the worst nightmares of the most possessed child. So many are the wolves who relish the homeless listening for and responding to the call of the wild.
Somewhere not far away are front yards with goats maintaining lawns. In another place there are hens laying eggs for fresh breakfasts. There are small ranches and working urban farms growing daffodils and strawberries. The smell in the air when it blows from the west is the Pacific Ocean with the sounds of the seals in Elliott Bay as they frolic and play. If the wind blows from the east has the aroma of snow, crisp and clean and peaceful.
When there is no wind, when the breeze ceases, on the air is the smell of urine, feces, vomit, and despair. These wolves are ever present in a city that does not power wash anything. These wolves are growing stronger in a world where Mother Nature is being treated like any other Mother is: Like something you take from and never give anything to.
So Mother Nature is feeding the wolves. The wolves obey Mother Nature so our water is souring. The wolves obey Mother Nature so the residues of human degradation and disrespect is growing in lungs, eyes and livers. The wolves obey Mother Nature so the teeth of hate, thief and misery flow into veins, stomachs and hearts. These wolves are rampaging through this county. These wolves are running determinedly through towns, cities, municipalities, islands, national forests, gulches, and caves.
Students are preparing to go back to school right now. The wolves are waiting there to stoke fear, pain, cheating, lying and scheming. These are the same wolves who will take in the abandoned child. Are you one of those children raised by wolves?
Large carnivores, are they raising you? Are you living among wolves? They are powerful, yet they don’t molest. They are wise, yet they are not condescending. They show you how to live with words. Are you living among wolves?
As I arrive back at the Angeline’s Day Center for Women, I am surrounded by so many people who have been attacked by wolves. The wolves stand over many of them as I walk down the hallway to breakfast. These ladies don’t speak. These ladies don’t make eye contact. These ladies don’t go to classes or job hunt. Their attire is for slowly bleeding out as the wolf pack stands over them to ensure their utter destruction.
I say nothing as I show my token which allows my entrance into the breakfast area. Coffee is my breakfast as I implement my strategy for the day…my wolves surround me, they are a gift from my guardian angel. She is a powerful Black Woman. She rules these streets in Seattle. She knows me and she protects me. I lift her up in prayer forever to GOD to bless and keep her. She ruled over so many people some dying, some living for decades. She is respected. She is feared. By me, she is respected and adored.
Who sent these wolves? Chief Sealth? His daughter Angeline for whom the homeless ladies day center is named?
Once I had seen what the wolves had to show me…An opportunity presented itself for my deliverance from homelessness in Seattle… to my next lesson on my path… my education has continued. I am still living among wolves. Mother Nature continues to show me why she deserves respect. God speaks to me and the angels show me their great power. The Nephilim continue to work in unison with all spiritual creatures to whisk away that which should be “burned” in this world. Look around, they are burning as the wolves stand proudly howling at the moon.
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