#dakota floyd

[paintingsandrecords]

a jackalope; ink and watercolor

last six day’s listening:

mary timony - untame the tiger

they might be giants - the spine

average joey - impermanence

jill sobule - jill comes alive

dakota floyd - the midnight society

tørsö - build and break

april march - paris in april

theo hilton, toby foster, clyde petersen, ryan woods - theo hilton, toby foster, clyde petersen, ryan woods

[ereardon]

Before I Knew [Jake Seresin x Reader] Chapter Twenty

A Jake Seresin unexpected pregnancy fic

Overview: On your first night after moving to San Diego to spend more time with your brother Bob, you unknowingly have a one night stand with his teammate Jake Seresin. For the first time in his whole life, Bob has a closely knit friend group and you’re desperate not to rock the boat. But an unexpected and unplanned pregnancy upends your world, forcing you and Jake closer together, against Bob’s wishes. What will happen when you find yourself actually falling for the father of your unborn child? 

Pairing: Jake Seresin x Reader; Bob Floyd x Sister!Reader 

Warnings: Pregnancy, cursing, eventual smut, angst

Chapter summary: Jake and Bob finally talk; Jake makes a startling statement and Ducky's water breaks

WC: 1K

Masterlist here; previous chapter here

You sat on the couch wearing a dress that stretched over your mountain of a stomach, feet swinging. “Come on, Cowboy!” you yelled out. “This isn’t the Miss Texas pageant!” 

Jake appeared from the doorway, running a hand through his hair. He had on a pair of jeans and a thin cashmere polo tucked in at the waist. He looked nervous. 

“Are you ready?” he nodded. “Help me up, please.” 

Jake held out his hands and lifted you gently as you groaned. “You alright baby?” he whispered. 

���I’m enormous,” you complained. “And she’s kicking my ribs like she’s getting paid for it.” 

“Maybe we have a soccer star on our hands,” he replied, placing one hand on your belly. 

You looked up. “I don’t think I need to tell you how important it is to me that tonight goes well.” 

Jake sighed. “I’m well aware of what’s at stake, Y/N.” 

You frowned. “Why do you say it like that?” 

“Let’s just go,” he said, grabbing his truck keys from the table near the door. 

“No. Tell me what you meant.” 

Jake groaned. “I’m really not in the mood for this.” 

“Well neither am I, but here we are.” You were being stubborn and you knew it. It was one of your less attractive traits, as your mother always said. 

“You want to know the truth?” Jake whirled around to face you. “That’s my baby in there. But I know for a goddamn fact that you’ll pick your family over me if it comes down to it. And that if for some reason Floyd and I can’t figure this out, you’ll pick him over me. And I’m not going to get to be a part of my kid’s life. Not in the way that I want to be.” 

It took you a moment to reply. And just as you opened your mouth to speak, Jake cut you off. 

“Let’s go,” he said quietly. “We’re going to be late.” 

***

The drive was silent, punctuated only by the sounds of your scraggly breath as the truck ricketed over potholes. Jake kept both hands on the wheel, gripping it hard. 

You were quiet as he pulled into a parking space, Bob’s truck already parked across the way. When you went to slip your hands into Jake’s, he shifted just enough out of the way. 

Inside, Bob sat at a corner table wearing a linen shirt, a look of disgruntled discomfort across his face. He stood up when he spotted you, reaching out to kiss your cheek. “Ducky.” He straightened. “Hangman.” 

“Floyd.” 

“Call each other by your first names,” you demanded, plopping down into the chair and taking a sip of ice water. “Please.” 

“Jake,” Bob bit out.

“Bob.” 

“There. Was that so hard?” You winced as the baby kicked, hard, against what may or may not have been the remaining shred of a spleen. 

“Are you alright?” Bob asked quietly. 

You looked up and nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine.” 

“Are you sure?” 

“Yes.” You cut him off. “Can the two of you just talk please? So I can go home and put on my pajamas.” 

“If you want I’ll take you home now.” Jake offered. 

“Jesus fuck,” you grumbled and they both looked up, startled. “Talk to each other. Now.” You crossed your arms over your chest, resting them on your belly. 

Jake sighed while Bob leaned back. 

Finally, Jake said, “I called Joe the other day. After what happened at the restaurant.” 

Bob frowned. You did, too. “Who is Joe?” 

“Dakota’s husband,” they replied in unison. 

“Asked how he was doing. How Blake was. He’s in the third grade now.” 

“I know that,” Bob bit out. “He’s my godson.” 

Jake hung his head. “Listen, Bob, I’m trying here. Do you know how many times I woke up that first year after the accident in the middle of the night drenched in sweat? How many times I wondered if it would have been better if it was me in her seat. What if I had just gone down instead.” He sucked in a breath. “I’m about to be a father. And it’s made me do a lot of thinking. I’m not saying it was right, or that I don’t regret it. But maybe there was a reason I wasn’t the one who we lost out there. Maybe this is what I was meant to do and be. And I think I owe our daughter, Y/N’s and mine, everything I can give to her. And that means being a father who isn’t constantly haunted by ghosts.” 

The air was still. In front of you, your spaghetti was getting cold, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away from Jake and Bob as they sat across from each other in silence. 

“Tell me the truth,” Bob said, gravely voice barely above a whisper. “Do you love my sister?” 

“Yes.” It was automatic. Your heart jumped into your throat. “I love her. I’m in love with her. I’d do anything for her.” 

“So marry her.” 

“Bobby!” you slapped his upper arm. “You shut up.” 

“I’m serious,” he said. “Marry her and provide a good life for her.” 

“Happily.” 

Your eyes went wide. “What?” 

Jake turned to you. “I know you’re scared and that’s OK. But when you’re ready, I’ll be here. Because I’m ready for this. All of this.” 

Your heart started beating fast. You felt the air tighten around you as your reached out to grab the edge of the table. 

“Ducky?” 

“Baby? Are you alright?” 

“I think, I’m—”

The rush of liquid from beneath your dress stopped you mid sentence. You looked up. 

“I think I’m in labor.” 

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[pigeon-pit]

~*PIGEON PIT FALL 2024 DATES*~

hey y’all! we’re really stoked to be hitting the road again this fall and play east coast shows for the first time in a long time. come hang out, we’ll be playing new songs, old songs, whatever songs we feel like and have some brand new merch for sale too. we got some really special shows on here! Will update bands and ticket links as time goes on but for the most part shows are pay at the door and all ages! <3

10/14 in Minneapolis, MN at The Artery w/ Erica Lyle & Mold Wine

10/15 in Chicago, IL at Pilsen Community Books w/ Sunday Cruise

10/16 in Indianapolis, IN at Longshot w/ Looter & Passerine

10/17 in Pittsburgh, PA at Mr Roboto Project w/ Frog Legs, No Jane, Cacklin Racket & Rayne Blakeman (https://dltsgdom.ticketleap.com/pigeon-pit-roboto/)

10/18 in Akron, PA at House of Jenk w/ Local News Legend, Joyful Forfeit & Erin Incoherent

10/20 in Brattleboro, VT at Buoyant Heart w/ Harm, Leaf Glitter & Kivimae

10/21 in Brooklyn, NY at Trans Pecos w/ Choked Up & precious human (https://www.venuepilot.co/events/114396/orders/new)

10/23 in Philadelphia, PA at Foto Club w/ Paper Bee & Ezra Cohen (https://dice.fm/partner/4333-collective/event/dk59l6-pigeon-pit-paper-bee-ezra-cohen-23rd-oct-foto-club-philadelphia-tickets )

10/24 in Richmond, VA at Crescent Club w/ Flora and the Fauna and Shotgun Princess

10/26 in Gainesville, FL at Roadhouse w/ Mechanical Canine, Heavy Lag, Shift Meal & the Alleged Band

10/27 in Gainesville, FL - FEST - at Vivid Music Hall w/ Chuck Ragan and the Camaraderie, Tim Barry, Brendan Kelly, Walter Mitty and his MAkeshift Orchestra & Apes of the State (https://www.seetickets.us/event/Vivid-Music-Hall-CHUCK-RAGAN-TIM-BARRY-BRENDAN-KELLY/610483) (18+)

10/28 in Atlanta, GA at Wallers Coffee w/ Dakota Floyd, Official Bard of Baldwin County & Ozello (https://pigeonpitwallers.bpt.me/)

10/29 in Pensacola FL at the 309 Project w/ the Taints & TBA

10/30 in New Orleans, LA at SASS w/ Twisted Teens & TACK (4011 St Claude)

11/1 in Little Rock, AR at River City Coffee w/ TBA

11/2 in Kansas City, MO at Howdy w/ Small Void & TBA

11/4 in Denver, CO at 7th Circle Music Collective w/ Fables of the Fall, Marissa. & Darling Driftwood

[callsign-dexter]

Our Little Girl Masterlist

Summary: 2 months after the Uranium Mission, Jake and Bradley confessed their love for one another because 'the sexual tension is too much'. They dated for 1 year and got engaged on their 2-year anniversary of dating and on their 4 year they married. After their honeymoon they decided they wanted to add to the small little family, they talked about adoption but Jake's identical twin sister, Dakota, said that she would be the surrogate for them with Bradley being the donor. 9 months later you, Y/N Carole Bradshaw-Seresin, were born.

Warnings: fluff, angst, plane crash, car crash, wrist grabbing, bruising, blood, death of a loved one, pregnancy, inaccurate medical talk, swearing

Pairings: Maverick x Iceman, Carole Bradshaw x Nick Bradshaw, Jake Seresin x Bradley Bradshaw, Jake Seresin x Daughter!Reader, Bradley Bradshaw x Daughter!Reader, Bob Floyd x OC!Judy Floyd, Y/N Bradshaw-Seresin x OC!Mason Floyd

Masterlist

Our Future

A/N: Can be read as stand-alone. Ages range.

This awesome banner is brought to you by: @callsigns-haze ! Thank you so much!

Welcome Our Sweet Girl

Meeting Everyone

Feeding Time Adventures

Welcome to Parenthood

First Family Vacation

Thunderstorms

Traveling Adventures

Mocking Pops

Daddy Don't Go

Pops is Hurt

Nightmares

Deployment Surprise

New House

Prank Wars

Deployments and Slugs

Goose and Maverick babysitting? What could go wrong?

Lake House

Grandpa Ice

First Swear Word

Halloween

Daycare Mishaps

Baking with Grandma Carole

Cookout

Family Game Night

First Huge Fight:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

First Boyfriend

First Breakup

Two Rebels in Love

Love's Awakening

In Love with My Bestfriend

Moonlit Rendezvous

"Wait. What?!"

Lake Trip and Secrets Revealed

Love's Unexpected Gift

The Gift of Love's Arrival

Career Path? Navy

Pilot or WSO?

Home for Christmas? Doubt It

Our Little Girl's Wedding

Aircraft Mishap

Alternate Universes

Welcome Our Sweet Girl

[hallison-bre]

Rent Strike performing VIII: Shadow & Gloom at Waller's Coffee Shop in Decatur, Georgia. 9/24/2023

Two days ago Rent Strike released their newest album (Mobius Strip Mall) You (🫵) should listen to it. It's really very good you're gonna love it i promise <3<3

Video credits to Dakota Floyd on YouTube

[ballparksaroundtheworld]

Floyd Fitzgerald Stadium, Rapid City, South Dakota, USA

[mangora]

🧠 spare a brick headcanon? 🤲🤲

Just saw this whoops anyways BRICK MY BELOVED hold on I got a list

•He has a really good relationship with his mom. She’s super tough and will do anything for him. She can be a bit snippy but ultimately loves him and does everything she can to support him and he appreciates her a lot 👍

•Along with the idea of his favorite movie being an anti-war movie I think it would be funny if he also listened to a lot of punk and classic rock music that criticized war without him realizing it. Dead Kennedys, Pink Floyd, Rage Against the Machine, etc. Also unrelated I think he’d really like folk punk as well as show-tunes and 2000’s pop. His favorite musicals are Bye Bye Birdie, The Producers, and Cabaret. Also if I can push my “Mike likes The Cure” headcanon here, Mike gets him to start listening to The Cure with Boys Don’t Cry

•He, Zoey, Anne Maria, and Dakota call each other up every year to talk about the Met Gala

•He’s dyslexic. No real backing for this I just think we need more characters with learning disabilities

•He can’t cook for shit. He can barely heat up soup right

•He bites his nails 👍

•He loves dogs, especially big dogs like German Shepards and Rottweilers. When he and Jo are getting along she shows him pictures of her dogs and it makes him so happy

[titular-twins-tournament]

BRACKETS + ROUND 1 MASTERPOST

Below is a written version of brackets, including links to each poll

Fandom- Characters

GROUP A

A1. Sky Children of the Light- The Valley Elders (aka Sah and Mek) VS Devil May Cry- Dante and Vergil

A2. Lego Ninjago- Krux and Acronix (The Time Twins) VS The Evillious Chronicles- Riliane Lucifen d'Autriche and Allen Avadonia

A3. Roman Mythology- Romulus and Remus VS Sanders Sides- Roman and Remus Sanders

A4. Happy Tree Friends- Shifty and Lifty VS The Penumbra Podcast- Juno and Benzaiten Steel

A5. Blue Exorcist- Rin and Yukio Okumura VS Avatar the Last Airbender- Lo and Li

A6. IDOLiSH7- Nanase Riku and Kujo Tenn VS Critical Role: The Legend of Vox Machina- Vex and Vax

A7. Don’t Starve- Wendy and Abigail VS Legend of Korra- Eska and Desna

A8. The Parent Trap- Annie and Hallie VS Mother 3 (aka Earthbound)- Lucas and Claus

GROUP B

B1. A Song of Ice and Fire- Jaime and Cersie Lannister VS MCU- Wanda and Pietro Maximoff

B2. Masters of the Universe- Adam and Adora VS Dimension 20: A Crown of Candy- Jet and Ruby Rocks

B3. Super Mario Bros- Mario and Luigi VS Ducktales (2017)- Della and Donald Duck

B4. Ensemble Stars- Hinata and Yuta Aoi VS Mystic Messenger- 707 and Unknown (aka Saeyoung and Saeran Choi)

B5. The Adventure Zone- Lup and Taako VS The Suite Life of Zack & Cody- Zack and Cody

B6. Gravity Falls- Dipper and Mabel VS Obey Me!- Beelzebub and Belphegor

B7. Transformers- Sunstreaker and Sideswipe VS Haikyuu- Osamu and Atsumu Miya

B8. Honkai Impact 3rd- Liliya and Rozaliya Olenyeva VS All For the Game- Andrew and Aaron Minyard

GROUP C

C1. Bob’s Burgers- Andy and Ollie Pesto VS Pokémon- Emmet and Ingo

C2. Final Fantasy XIV- Alphinaud and Alisaie Leveilleur VS The Locked Tomb- Ianthe and Coronabeth Tridentarius

C3. Liv and Maddie- Liv and Maddie VS Greek Mythology- Apollo and Artemis

C4. Genshin Impact- Lumine and Aether VS Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles- Leo and Donnie Hamato

C5. Trigun- Vash and Knives VS Twisted Wonderland- Jade and Floyd Leech

C6. Black Butler- Ciel and “Ciel” Phantomhive VS Cursed Princess Club- Gwen and Jaime

C7. Red VS Blue- Agent North Dakota and Agent South Dakota VS Animal Crossing- Timmy and Tommy

C8. Ace Attorney- Dahlia Hawthorne and Sister Iris VS Rugrats- Phil and Lillian

GROUP D

D1. The Twelfth Night- Viola and Sebastian VS Dungeons and Daddies- Lark and Sparrow Oak

D2. Dragonlance- Caramon and Raistlin VS Archie Comics- Cheryl and Jason Blossom

D3. Star Wars- Luke and Leia VS Ouran High School Club- Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachiin

D4. Steven Universe- The Rutile twins VS Disney Fairies- Tinkerbell and Periwinkle

D5. How To Train Your Dragon- Ruffnut and Tuffnut VS Highschool Musical- Sharpay and Ryan Evans

D6. Percy Jackson- Castor and Pollux VS Re: Zero- Rem and Ram

D7. Danganronpa- Junko Enoshima and Mukuro Ikusaba VS The Owl House- Edric and Emira Blight

D8. The Simarillion- Amrod and Amras VS Identity V- Joseph and Claude Desaulniers

[angryrdpanda]

Banned Native-Authored Children's Books (because of MAGA zealots)

Firekeeper's Daughter written by Angeline Boulley (Sault Ste. Marie Tribe of Chippewa Indians)

Unstoppable: How Jim Thorpe and the Carlisle Indian School Football Team Defeated Army written by Art Coulson (Cherokee); illustrated by Nick Hardcastle (not Native)

Look, Grandma! Ni, Elisi! written by Art Coulson (Cherokee), illustrated by Madelyn Goodnight (Chickasaw)

Fishing on Thin Ice written by Art Coulson (Cherokee)

Lure of the Lake written by Art Coulson (Cherokee)

Sharice's Big Voice: A Native Kid Becomes a Congresswoman by Sharice Davids (Ho-Chunk); illustrated by Joshua Mangeshig Pawis-Steckley (Wasauksing)

We Still Belong by Christine Day (Upper Skagit); cover art by Madelyn Goodnight (Chickasaw)

The Marrow Thieves by Cherie Dimaline (Metis Nation of Ontario)

Forever Cousins by Laurel Goodluck (Mandan, Hidatsa and Tsimshian member); illustrated by Jonathan Nelson (Diné)

The Storyteller by Brandon Hobson (Cherokee)

We Are Water Protectors by Michaela Goade (Turtle Mountain Ojibwe); illustrated by Michaela Goade (Tlingit)

A Snake Falls to Earth by Darcie Little Badger (Lipan Apache)

Indian No More by Charlene Willing McManis (Confederated Tribes of Grande Ronde); cover art by Marlena Myles (Spirit Lake Dakota/Mohegan/Muscogee)

Fry Bread: A Native American Family Story by Kevin Maillard (Seminole); illustrated by Juana Martinez-Neal (not Native)

The People Shall Continue written by Simon Ortiz (Acoma Pueblo), illustrated by Sharol Graves (Absentee Shawnee Tribe of Oklahoma).

An Indigenous Peoples' History of the United States, for Young People by Debbie Reese (Nambé Owingeh) and Jean Mendoza (not Native), adapted from the original edition written by Roxanne Dunbar Ortiz (not Native)

Fatty Legs written by Margaret-Olemaun Pokiak-Fenton (Inuvialiut)

Hiawatha and the Peacemaker written by Robbie Robertson (Mohawk), illustrated by David Shannon (not Native)

Mary and the Trail of Tears by Andrea Rogers (Cherokee)

You Hold Me Up by Monique Gray Smith (Cree), illustrated by Danielle Daniel

Jingle Dancer by Cynthia Leitich Smith (Mvskoke), illustrated by Cornelius Van Wright (not Native) and Ying-Hwa Hu (not Native).

Sisters of the Neversea by Cynthia Leitich Smith (Mvskoke), cover illustration by Floyd Cooper (Mvskoke)

Thunderous written by M. L. Smoker (Assiniboine and Sioux tribes of Montana's Fort Peck Reservation) and Natalie Peeterse (not Native); illustrated by Dale Ray DeForest (Diné)

We Are Grateful written by by Traci Sorell (Cherokee Nation), illustrated by Frane Lessac (not Native)

At the Mountains Base written by Traci Sorell (Cherokee Nation), illustrated by Weshoyot Alvitre (Tongva, Cahuilla, Chumash, Spanish & Scottish)

"The Way of the Anigiduwagi" written by Traci Sorell (Cherokee Nation), illustrated by MaryBeth Timothy (Cherokee) in The Talk: Conversations about Race, Love and Truth edited by Cheryl and Wade Hudson

Classified: The Secret Career of Mary Golda Ross, Cherokee Aerospace Engineer written by Traci Sorell (Cherokee); illustrated by Natasha Donovan (Metis)

Powwow Day written by Traci Sorell (Cherokee); illustrated by Madelyn Goodnight (Chickasaw)

Kapaemahu written by Hinaleimoana Wong-Kalu (Kanaka Maoli), Dean Hamer (not Native), and Joe Wilson (not Native); illustrated by Daniel Sousa

[Full List by Debbie Reese]

[mermaidsonearth]

THE THUNDERBIRD RETURNS

Transition from Fourth To Fifth World: The "Thunder Beings" Return

by Richard Boylan, Ph.D.

At the Native American Star Knowledge Conference held in South Dakota in June, 1996, senior Oglala Sioux spiritual elder Looks-For-Buffalo (Floyd Hand) revealed that ancient prophecies are now coming true. These prophecies, heralding immense changes for humankind, point to the imminent return of the Star Nations, what the white man would call extraterrestrial cultures.

The Hopi, Sioux and other tribal traditions hold that at this point in history, we are about to transition from the current pattern of civilization to a radically-different way of living. This change is so profound that it is called the passage from the Fourth (current) World to the Fifth World! By "world", the native traditions refer to a slow gradual rise of the human population to a period of widely-shared cultural and technological high civilization. The implications of these indigenous teachings are staggering. For this means that we humans have gone through three previous Worlds, in which our ancestors rose to a peak of civilized living, only to crash back to a primitive level.

From halfway around the Earth comes additional corroborative information. Mac Ruka, a Maori spiritual teacher, has toured America at the behest of his Maori people to share their ancient history. Ruka tells of a civilization, Mu, from which the Maori came. This civilization once reached ascendancy in the Melanesian Pacific, before it destroyed itself and its island empire sank beneath the ocean. Fragmentary memory of this empire still resides in the mythic history of the West as a place called Lemuria. And what of that other high civilization, Atlantis, which the Greek philosopher Plato stated he learned about from Egyptian historians? Were Atlantis and Lemuria the Second and Third Worlds which the Native American oral histories refer to?

If our present "Fourth-World" high civilization is about to fall and be swept away, we would do well to learn from the history held by these native teachers. For, as philosopher George Santayana has said, "Those who do not learn from history are doomed to repeat it." Let us examine in more detail what those master keepers of oral tradition, the Hopi, reveal about our previous Worlds. [1]

The First World was called Tokpela ("Endless Space"). The First People understood that although they had human parents, their real parents were the universal entities which had created them through their parents: Father Sun and Mother Earth. Each learned that they had two aspects: as a member of an earthly family and clan, and as a citizen of the great universe. Gradually the First People forgot to respect their creator. They began to use the vibratory centers of their body [chakras] only for earthly purposes. They began to perceive differences and separation between people and animals, and between different ethnic, linguistic and religious groups. The animals began to draw away from people. The First People began to divide up and draw away from each other. They became warlike and fought. The First World's fatal flaw, then, was forgetting the unifying Oneness of all creation.

But there were a few in every group who held to the original spiritual enlightened path. These were directed by Spirit to migrate to a special underground location. Then, the First World was destroyed by fire: volcanoes erupting and fire raining down from the sky, until there was nothing left but the few faithful people inside the Earth.

After a long time the world cooled off, and a Second World emerged. There was land where water had been, and water where land had been. When the faithful remnant emerged from underground, there was nothing to remind them of the previous wicked world.

They emerged into the Second World, Tokpa ("Dark Midnight"), a big land. The people spread across the land. They communicated telepathically. But this time, the animals stayed apart from them. As the Second World people developed material goods to barter, they became greedy, and traded for things they didn't need and became avaricious. They began to quarrel and fight, and wars broke out. The Second World's fatal flaw, then, was absorption in greed and materialism.

But again, there were a few people who kept faithful to the path of spiritual awareness. And, again, Spirit directed these people to go to a safe underground place. Then Spirit commanded the twin entities who safeguard the Earth's North and South Poles to leave their posts and stop keeping the Earth properly rotating. The Earth teetered off balance, spun around crazily, and rolled over twice. Mountains plunged into seas with a great splash; seas and lakes sloshed over the land. Then the world became cold and lifeless, and froze into solid ice.

Eventually, Spirit ordered the polar entities back to the ends of the Earth's axis. With a great splintering of ice and a shudder, the Earth began rotating again. The ice melted, and the world warmed to life.

Spirit created the Third World, Kuskurza [meaning lost over time][Mu?], arranging land and seas, mountains and plains, and all forms of life. Then Spirit sent a message to the few faithful people underground that it was time to emerge. These survivors multiplied and created great cities, eventually countries, and a whole civilization. But then they became completely occupied with their own earthly plans. They created craft shaped like a shield that could fly, and used them to fly to big cities and attack them. Soon many peoples and countries were engaged in aerial warfare. These Third People also engaged in degraded sexual practices. The Third World's fatalflaw, then, was misusing flight for aerial warfare and misusing sex for promiscuity.

So Spirit directed the few people who lived according to wisdom that they should build vessels and store food in them. Then rainwater was loosed all over the Earth. Waves higher than mountains rolled in upon the land. Continents broke asunder and sank beneath the seas.

Meanwhile, Spirit directed the faithful survivors to travel first to one, then to another island, until finally they reached the Fourth World, Tuwaqachi ("Complete World"). After they had hopscotched across the islands to arrive in the Fourth World, those islands sank into the sea.

That Fourth World is this present world we live in. The survivors spread across the broad lands, and gradually began building up the high civilizations which surround us today. Since this Fourth World is the one we have grown up in, we are aware of the behaviors of those in it. It can accurately be said that, after an initial time of fidelity to the path of wise consciousness, many have fallen into a low level of consciousness. In fact, it can honestly be stated that many people of this Fourth World have fallen into the fatal flaws of the three previous Worlds: forgetting the Oneness of all creation, sinking into greed and materialism, and engaging in promiscuity and aerial mass warfare. But we have added an additional serious element: mass destruction of Earth and its ecological systems. Thus, the Fourth World's fatal flaws are: all of the previous Worlds' ones, plus ecocide, the killing of one's own environment.

And now this Fourth World is coming to an end. Some of the signs indicating this are: extinctions of plant and animal species; poisoning of lands by toxic materials; pollution of the seas; and thinning of the upper atmosphere, "ozone holes", letting in excessive ultraviolet energy, which in turn is killing plant life, causing cancer in humans, and die-offs of phytoplankton, the source of 90%of the oxygen necessary for life. Global warming is destabilizing climates, and upsetting the ecosystems that plants, animals and humans live in.

As the Fourth World careens towards its end, a major new factor is entering the equation: a widespread series of contacts by various Star Visitor cultures with human individuals. What are these Star Visitors communicating when they make contact? They express grave concern for how we are killing our planet and therefore ourselves. Their concern extends to the warfare we are almost continually engaged in, and the other forms of violence going on: including people allowing whole populations to die of starvation or disease, while affluent countries stand by. The Star Visitors want us to take responsibility and turn these situations around, before it is too late.

But the Star Visitors also have come to make us aware that we are not alone; and that our rightful place is to be participants in the larger, cosmic family of intelligent peoples spread across the universe. But first we must eliminate our fatal flaws and reorder our lifestyle. We must live with consciousness of our oneness with all creatures, and with the Creative Source. We must lay aside our greed and materialism, and learn to live more simply and without undue attachments. We must reject promiscuity, and exercise love with consciousness of the sacredness of sexuality. We must set aside aerial mass warfare, and begin to settle differences by diplomacy, by setting good example, by positive peer pressure, and by empowering all peoples. We need to start treating Earth and its ecosystems like our Mother, with respect and cherishing.

As at the end of the previous Worlds, there will be a faithful remnant of this Fourth World who will survive, while the others perish. The Hopi Prophecies say what will happen soon. World War III will be started in the East. Much of the United States will be destroyed, land and people, by nuclear weapon radioactivity. The Four corners area around the Hopi will be preserved as an oasis, to which refugees will flee. But what about those elaborate underground shelters which FEMA [2] has been secretly constructing for the elite to survive in during the coming Earth Changes? The Hopi Prophecy says that underground shelters are a fallacy this time. "It is only materialistic people who seek to make shelters. Those who are at peace in their hearts already are in the great shelter of life."

What will the Fifth World to which we are headed be like? The Prophecy gives a brief glimpse of what is in store. "Those who take no part in the making of world division by ideology are ready to resume life in another World, be they of the Black, White, Red or Yellow race. They are all one, brothers [and sisters]." As for this Fourth World, "Material matters will be destroyed by spiritual beings, who shall remain to create one world and one nation under one power, that of the Creator." The Prophecy goes on to declare the stage we are in now. "The emergence to the future Fifth World has begun. It is being made of the humble people of little nations, tribes and racial minorities. You can read this in the Earth itself. Plant forms from previous Worlds are beginning to spring up as seeds. The same kind of seeds are being planted in the sky as stars. The same kind of seeds are being planted in our hearts. All these are the same." [3]

We are entering the time of Great Purification, as Earth prepares to transition to the Fifth World. This is a period of Earth Changes: major earthquakes, tidal waves, many volcanoes erupting, land subsidence, emergence of new land, climatic changes, disease pandemics, and widespread starvation. Catastrophes of human origin are also in the offing, including: warfare involving weapons of mass destruction, including nuclear, rioting and looting, collapse of monetary systems, and forced migrations. As with the previous Worlds, there will be those who want to cling to the old ways of the Fourth World and resist the need to change. We see them all around us now. And just as surely there will be those who seek to live in harmony with the rest of creation. Sensitive co-existence with other life is not ecological romanticism or fuzzy metaphysics. It is recognition of the true extent of family.

During this transition more than ever before, each of us is being called to serve the Great Spirit, that Center of Consciousness from which everything derives its being. Each of us has an important role during this Great Purification. We need to help find ways for nations, races and tribes to put aside differences, and join together for the good of everyone. We need to help plant and animal species survive. We have to bring to an end the pollution of Earth, and return to our proper role as caretakers of Earth's ecosystems. We need to lay aside the "success" lifestyle of greed and materialism, and learn to adopt a lifestyle of "just enough" and "good enough". We need to move away from the twin follies of promiscuity and puritanism, and learn to reverence sex as the delightful yet sacred activity of appropriately joining opposites to create a higher truth. And we need to lay aside the weapons of war, and operate with that compassion, understanding and economic justice which make for peace.

Where ultimately is this human voyage through a succession of Worlds headed? The Prophecy says that at the center of the universe, there is a place where all the nations originated. It is in the Star Nations galaxy. Before we arrive there, we will transit through nine Worlds.

Native American tradition honors the existence of Thunder Beings. These Thunder Beings are understood by Native Americans to be messengers from the powers on high, the Star People (extraterrestrial visitors). The Thunder Beings are a force for both dissolution and re-creation. In the Plains Indian tradition, a person who has a visit by a Thunder Being, in person, in vision or in dream, becomes a heyoka, a "contrary". [4] This heyoka then customarily soon starts behaving in a way opposite to the conventions of the dominant culture. The heyoka does so, precisely in order to wake up society to see that there are other and fresher ways of doing things. Thus, the heyokais the human counterpart of the Thunder Beings, who repeatedly dissolve the existing order and fashion a new arrangement from the pieces.

As we transition from the Fourth into the Fifth World, it occurs to me that not all heyokasare Plains Indians. Some have yellow skin, others black, others white. These heyokas of every color are experiencers, and have been changed by their experience of extraterrestrial contact by messengers from the sky (Thunder Beings). As modern-day heyokas, experiencers are charged to live as active witnesses against the ignorance and corruption of the Fourth World, and to live as witnesses of the Fifth World which is emerging. In doing so, modern heyokas honor the Thunder Beings, the Star Nations, who have come as cosmic midwives to help us birth the Fifth World.

And there are others, too, who have not had a personal extraterrestrial encounter, but who are actively helping humanity move towards cosmic citizenship, and helping usher in the Fifth World society. These are heyokas as well.

In Winter, 1996, high in the Rockies west of Fort Collins, Colorado, a Star Visions Conference was convened by Lakota-Dakota spiritual advisor Standing Elk. There numerous speakers talked about our imminent transition from the current Fourth World to a new Fifth World. On the evening of November 9th, Conference ceremonial leadership switched from Native American males to the women. A Cherokee grandmother recited Crazy Horse's prophecy about these very times, as the Old Age (Fourth World) closes. Then, after a series of moving prayers and ritual declarations, the grandmother Elders made a startling official ceremonial declaration: the old era (Fourth World)was ended, and the new age (Fifth World) was being born! A joyous explosion of tumultuous celebration broke out all over the conference auditorium. After a half-hour, the grandmother Elders were finally able to call the conference back to order. The Elders then declared that this new Fifth World would have as its hallmark the attributes of positive feminine energy. They explained that the Fourth World, which had been hallmarked by male energy dominance, had had its time, and made its contributions. Now that World is passing away. The grandmothers pointed out that the Fifth World being born must not be one of separatist female dominance, but rather one of forming a renewed society of women and men as equals. Fifth World society is shaped by the feminine paths of cooperation, nonaggression, inclusiveness, noncompetitiveness, service rather than dominance, use of psychic and spiritual gifts as well as technology, and living in conscious harmony with nature's ways. [5]

The next morning, a major Colorado newspaper, the Rocky Mountain News, carried the story that "a bold group at Estes Park Center [Star Vision Conference] had declared an end to the current era and the beginning of a Fifth Dimension [World] reality." Word of formal declaration of the birth of the Fifth World was beginning to spread out to the wider society. This process will take time. But it is important to realize that the Fifth World has already begun. Just as the Period of Purification which will end the Fourth World has already begun. During this painful but exciting period of transition, each of us must stand up and choose: status quo, or helping usher in the Fifth World.

Finally, permit me to share with you a personal Thunder Being experience, and then my understanding of the role of heyokas in the Fifth World.

Some years ago I did a hanblechia (vision quest) in the desert near Death Valley. During my isolation, I was presented with a image of a Thunderbird formed by the shadow of a cloud on a snowfield atop a nearby mountain. The image remained a long time, then finally dissipated. The skeptical part of my mind at first tried to minimize this event. However, an hour later another identical Thunderbird image appeared on the same snowfield, and persisted quite a while. I could not escape the implication for my vision quest: a calling to the path of the heyoka. Later my encounter with Star People confirmed this heyoka journey.

Any and all of you who choose to work to bring in the Fifth World are in my opinionheyokas. Recognize your calling in your behaviors. And then let's get down to work in fashioning this Fifth World. The negative power of the Fourth World cannot be annihilated. It can only be transmuted,by being confronted by the simplicity and cosmic consciousness of the Fifth World's midwives, the heyokas, you (if you wish). We are not alone in this task. The Thunder Beings (Star Visitors) have come to awaken us, test us, and help us transmute. As heyokas, our role is to confront the Fourth World's negative energies, channel and transmute them into cooperative, spiritual, nonaggressive, inclusive, noncompetitive, service-oriented, dominance-rejecting, psychic, highly-conscious, natural and harmonious energies.

As we do so, and thereby evolve forward, the vibratory rate of the biological and consciousness energy fields within us increases. I have noticed that people of like vibratory rate can "hear" and feel each other's inner consciousness level. And here is a miracle. A higher-vibrating person (or heyoka, if you will) is like a tuning fork, tending to create a higher matching (sympathetic) vibration rate in others around who are functioning at a lower (Fourth World) vibratory/consciousness level. Just like a soprano's high note can cause a crystal glass to vibrate, so heyokas can cause Fourth Worlders around them to tend to increase their vibratory rate. But Fourth Worlders have choices. They can go along with the higher vibratory/ consciousness rate, and transition into the Fifth World. Or they can resist and, like the glass, "shatter", as their outlook is increasingly dissonant with the emerging Fifth World. If they remove themselves from all contact with Fifth World people, they may buy some little time, but in the end they will still have to choose.

As for the heyoka midwives of the Fifth World, recognize that your role is in harmony with your fundamental way of being, and is therefore unavoidable. Therefore, I encourage you to operate at your highest vibration, and help usher in the Fifth World.

Another large component of the Transition to Fifth World is the transforming, or establishing from scratch, new social structures: truly-participatory democracies of ecologically-natural and manageable size; schools for Star Kids, and institutes of higher learning for Star Seed adults and regular humans who want to learn the new ways; transport systems which operate on Zero-Point Energy and incorporate antigravity fields as appropriate; an adjudication system which is fair and transparent and incorporates Star Seed psychic ways of determining the truth; truly-complementary health care incorporating psychic diagnosis and healing along with homeopathic and appropriate allopathic medicine; renewed recreation and entertainment modalities which reflect the family of humankind while valuing regional unique cultural contributions; truly-public utilities which utilize Zero-Point Energy and eco-friendly tapping of water and geothermal sources, and which use composting and biological disposal of waste products strategies; spiritual centers where people can gather for group meditation, group joint psychic exercises to bring help where needed at whatever distance, and to honor Source and Mother Earth being; and interstellar diplomatic and cultural-exchange campuses for interacting with our visiting Cosmic Cousins. The thing of it is: all of these technologies and modalities already exist, at least in prototype, and all we need is to work on insisting they become the model of future building projects, and the goal of renewal and reform projects.

[In an adjacent article, Life In the Emerging Fifth World , Dr. Richard Boylan explores some of the aspects of what this Fifth World which is now being created will look like, and how it may well be ushered in.]

End Notes

1. Waters, F. (1963, 1977). The Book of the Hopi. Penguin Books: New York.

2. The Federal Emergency Management Agency.

3. Waters, ibid.

4. Thunderhorse, I. and Le Vie, D., Jr. (1990). Return of the Thunderbeings. Bear & Co.

by Richard Boylan, Ph.D.

At the Native American Star Knowledge Conference held in South Dakota in June, 1996, senior Oglala Sioux spiritual elder Looks-For-Buffalo (Floyd Hand) revealed that ancient prophecies are now coming true. These prophecies, heralding immense changes for humankind, point to the imminent return of the Star Nations, what the white man would call extraterrestrial cultures.

The Hopi, Sioux and other tribal traditions hold that at this point in history, we are about to transition from the current pattern of civilization to a radically-different way of living. This change is so profound that it is called the passage from the Fourth (current) World to the Fifth World! By "world", the native traditions refer to a slow gradual rise of the human population to a period of widely-shared cultural and technological high civilization. The implications of these indigenous teachings are staggering. For this means that we humans have gone through three previous Worlds, in which our ancestors rose to a peak of civilized living, only to crash back to a primitive level.

From halfway around the Earth comes additional corroborative information. Mac Ruka, a Maori spiritual teacher, has toured America at the behest of his Maori people to share their ancient history. Ruka tells of a civilization, Mu, from which the Maori came. This civilization once reached ascendancy in the Melanesian Pacific, before it destroyed itself and its island empire sank beneath the ocean. Fragmentary memory of this empire still resides in the mythic history of the West as a place called Lemuria. And what of that other high civilization, Atlantis, which the Greek philosopher Plato stated he learned about from Egyptian historians? Were Atlantis and Lemuria the Second and Third Worlds which the Native American oral histories refer to?

If our present "Fourth-World" high civilization is about to fall and be swept away, we would do well to learn from the history held by these native teachers. For, as philosopher George Santayana has said, "Those who do not learn from history are doomed to repeat it." Let us examine in more detail what those master keepers of oral tradition, the Hopi, reveal about our previous Worlds. [1]

The First World was called Tokpela ("Endless Space"). The First People understood that although they had human parents, their real parents were the universal entities which had created them through their parents: Father Sun and Mother Earth. Each learned that they had two aspects: as a member of an earthly family and clan, and as a citizen of the great universe. Gradually the First People forgot to respect their creator. They began to use the vibratory centers of their body [chakras] only for earthly purposes. They began to perceive differences and separation between people and animals, and between different ethnic, linguistic and religious groups. The animals began to draw away from people. The First People began to divide up and draw away from each other. They became warlike and fought. The First World's fatal flaw, then, was forgetting the unifying Oneness of all creation.

But there were a few in every group who held to the original spiritual enlightened path. These were directed by Spirit to migrate to a special underground location. Then, the First World was destroyed by fire: volcanoes erupting and fire raining down from the sky, until there was nothing left but the few faithful people inside the Earth.

After a long time the world cooled off, and a Second World emerged. There was land where water had been, and water where land had been. When the faithful remnant emerged from underground, there was nothing to remind them of the previous wicked world.

They emerged into the Second World, Tokpa ("Dark Midnight"), a big land. The people spread across the land. They communicated telepathically. But this time, the animals stayed apart from them. As the Second World people developed material goods to barter, they became greedy, and traded for things they didn't need and became avaricious. They began to quarrel and fight, and wars broke out. The Second World's fatal flaw, then, was absorption in greed and materialism.

But again, there were a few people who kept faithful to the path of spiritual awareness. And, again, Spirit directed these people to go to a safe underground place. Then Spirit commanded the twin entities who safeguard the Earth's North and South Poles to leave their posts and stop keeping the Earth properly rotating. The Earth teetered off balance, spun around crazily, and rolled over twice. Mountains plunged into seas with a great splash; seas and lakes sloshed over the land. Then the world became cold and lifeless, and froze into solid ice.

Eventually, Spirit ordered the polar entities back to the ends of the Earth's axis. With a great splintering of ice and a shudder, the Earth began rotating again. The ice melted, and the world warmed to life.

Spirit created the Third World, Kuskurza [meaning lost over time][Mu?], arranging land and seas, mountains and plains, and all forms of life. Then Spirit sent a message to the few faithful people underground that it was time to emerge. These survivors multiplied and created great cities, eventually countries, and a whole civilization. But then they became completely occupied with their own earthly plans. They created craft shaped like a shield that could fly, and used them to fly to big cities and attack them. Soon many peoples and countries were engaged in aerial warfare. These Third People also engaged in degraded sexual practices. The Third World's fatalflaw, then, was misusing flight for aerial warfare and misusing sex for promiscuity.

So Spirit directed the few people who lived according to wisdom that they should build vessels and store food in them. Then rainwater was loosed all over the Earth. Waves higher than mountains rolled in upon the land. Continents broke asunder and sank beneath the seas.

Meanwhile, Spirit directed the faithful survivors to travel first to one, then to another island, until finally they reached the Fourth World, Tuwaqachi ("Complete World"). After they had hopscotched across the islands to arrive in the Fourth World, those islands sank into the sea.

That Fourth World is this present world we live in. The survivors spread across the broad lands, and gradually began building up the high civilizations which surround us today. Since this Fourth World is the one we have grown up in, we are aware of the behaviors of those in it. It can accurately be said that, after an initial time of fidelity to the path of wise consciousness, many have fallen into a low level of consciousness. In fact, it can honestly be stated that many people of this Fourth World have fallen into the fatal flaws of the three previous Worlds: forgetting the Oneness of all creation, sinking into greed and materialism, and engaging in promiscuity and aerial mass warfare. But we have added an additional serious element: mass destruction of Earth and its ecological systems. Thus, the Fourth World's fatal flaws are: all of the previous Worlds' ones, plus ecocide, the killing of one's own environment.

And now this Fourth World is coming to an end. Some of the signs indicating this are: extinctions of plant and animal species; poisoning of lands by toxic materials; pollution of the seas; and thinning of the upper atmosphere, "ozone holes", letting in excessive ultraviolet energy, which in turn is killing plant life, causing cancer in humans, and die-offs of phytoplankton, the source of 90%of the oxygen necessary for life. Global warming is destabilizing climates, and upsetting the ecosystems that plants, animals and humans live in.

As the Fourth World careens towards its end, a major new factor is entering the equation: a widespread series of contacts by various Star Visitor cultures with human individuals. What are these Star Visitors communicating when they make contact? They express grave concern for how we are killing our planet and therefore ourselves. Their concern extends to the warfare we are almost continually engaged in, and the other forms of violence going on: including people allowing whole populations to die of starvation or disease, while affluent countries stand by. The Star Visitors want us to take responsibility and turn these situations around, before it is too late.

But the Star Visitors also have come to make us aware that we are not alone; and that our rightful place is to be participants in the larger, cosmic family of intelligent peoples spread across the universe. But first we must eliminate our fatal flaws and reorder our lifestyle. We must live with consciousness of our oneness with all creatures, and with the Creative Source. We must lay aside our greed and materialism, and learn to live more simply and without undue attachments. We must reject promiscuity, and exercise love with consciousness of the sacredness of sexuality. We must set aside aerial mass warfare, and begin to settle differences by diplomacy, by setting good example, by positive peer pressure, and by empowering all peoples. We need to start treating Earth and its ecosystems like our Mother, with respect and cherishing.

As at the end of the previous Worlds, there will be a faithful remnant of this Fourth World who will survive, while the others perish. The Hopi Prophecies say what will happen soon. World War III will be started in the East. Much of the United States will be destroyed, land and people, by nuclear weapon radioactivity. The Four corners area around the Hopi will be preserved as an oasis, to which refugees will flee. But what about those elaborate underground shelters which FEMA [2] has been secretly constructing for the elite to survive in during the coming Earth Changes? The Hopi Prophecy says that underground shelters are a fallacy this time. "It is only materialistic people who seek to make shelters. Those who are at peace in their hearts already are in the great shelter of life."

What will the Fifth World to which we are headed be like? The Prophecy gives a brief glimpse of what is in store. "Those who take no part in the making of world division by ideology are ready to resume life in another World, be they of the Black, White, Red or Yellow race. They are all one, brothers [and sisters]." As for this Fourth World, "Material matters will be destroyed by spiritual beings, who shall remain to create one world and one nation under one power, that of the Creator." The Prophecy goes on to declare the stage we are in now. "The emergence to the future Fifth World has begun. It is being made of the humble people of little nations, tribes and racial minorities. You can read this in the Earth itself. Plant forms from previous Worlds are beginning to spring up as seeds. The same kind of seeds are being planted in the sky as stars. The same kind of seeds are being planted in our hearts. All these are the same." [3]

We are entering the time of Great Purification, as Earth prepares to transition to the Fifth World. This is a period of Earth Changes: major earthquakes, tidal waves, many volcanoes erupting, land subsidence, emergence of new land, climatic changes, disease pandemics, and widespread starvation. Catastrophes of human origin are also in the offing, including: warfare involving weapons of mass destruction, including nuclear, rioting and looting, collapse of monetary systems, and forced migrations. As with the previous Worlds, there will be those who want to cling to the old ways of the Fourth World and resist the need to change. We see them all around us now. And just as surely there will be those who seek to live in harmony with the rest of creation. Sensitive co-existence with other life is not ecological romanticism or fuzzy metaphysics. It is recognition of the true extent of family.

During this transition more than ever before, each of us is being called to serve the Great Spirit, that Center of Consciousness from which everything derives its being. Each of us has an important role during this Great Purification. We need to help find ways for nations, races and tribes to put aside differences, and join together for the good of everyone. We need to help plant and animal species survive. We have to bring to an end the pollution of Earth, and return to our proper role as caretakers of Earth's ecosystems. We need to lay aside the "success" lifestyle of greed and materialism, and learn to adopt a lifestyle of "just enough" and "good enough". We need to move away from the twin follies of promiscuity and puritanism, and learn to reverence sex as the delightful yet sacred activity of appropriately joining opposites to create a higher truth. And we need to lay aside the weapons of war, and operate with that compassion, understanding and economic justice which make for peace.

Where ultimately is this human voyage through a succession of Worlds headed? The Prophecy says that at the center of the universe, there is a place where all the nations originated. It is in the Star Nations galaxy. Before we arrive there, we will transit through nine Worlds.

Native American tradition honors the existence of Thunder Beings. These Thunder Beings are understood by Native Americans to be messengers from the powers on high, the Star People (extraterrestrial visitors). The Thunder Beings are a force for both dissolution and re-creation. In the Plains Indian tradition, a person who has a visit by a Thunder Being, in person, in vision or in dream, becomes a heyoka, a "contrary". [4] This heyoka then customarily soon starts behaving in a way opposite to the conventions of the dominant culture. The heyoka does so, precisely in order to wake up society to see that there are other and fresher ways of doing things. Thus, the heyokais the human counterpart of the Thunder Beings, who repeatedly dissolve the existing order and fashion a new arrangement from the pieces.

As we transition from the Fourth into the Fifth World, it occurs to me that not all heyokasare Plains Indians. Some have yellow skin, others black, others white. These heyokas of every color are experiencers, and have been changed by their experience of extraterrestrial contact by messengers from the sky (Thunder Beings). As modern-day heyokas, experiencers are charged to live as active witnesses against the ignorance and corruption of the Fourth World, and to live as witnesses of the Fifth World which is emerging. In doing so, modern heyokas honor the Thunder Beings, the Star Nations, who have come as cosmic midwives to help us birth the Fifth World.

And there are others, too, who have not had a personal extraterrestrial encounter, but who are actively helping humanity move towards cosmic citizenship, and helping usher in the Fifth World society. These are heyokas as well.

In Winter, 1996, high in the Rockies west of Fort Collins, Colorado, a Star Visions Conference was convened by Lakota-Dakota spiritual advisor Standing Elk. There numerous speakers talked about our imminent transition from the current Fourth World to a new Fifth World. On the evening of November 9th, Conference ceremonial leadership switched from Native American males to the women. A Cherokee grandmother recited Crazy Horse's prophecy about these very times, as the Old Age (Fourth World) closes. Then, after a series of moving prayers and ritual declarations, the grandmother Elders made a startling official ceremonial declaration: the old era (Fourth World)was ended, and the new age (Fifth World) was being born! A joyous explosion of tumultuous celebration broke out all over the conference auditorium. After a half-hour, the grandmother Elders were finally able to call the conference back to order. The Elders then declared that this new Fifth World would have as its hallmark the attributes of positive feminine energy. They explained that the Fourth World, which had been hallmarked by male energy dominance, had had its time, and made its contributions. Now that World is passing away. The grandmothers pointed out that the Fifth World being born must not be one of separatist female dominance, but rather one of forming a renewed society of women and men as equals. Fifth World society is shaped by the feminine paths of cooperation, nonaggression, inclusiveness, noncompetitiveness, service rather than dominance, use of psychic and spiritual gifts as well as technology, and living in conscious harmony with nature's ways. [5]

The next morning, a major Colorado newspaper, the Rocky Mountain News, carried the story that "a bold group at Estes Park Center [Star Vision Conference] had declared an end to the current era and the beginning of a Fifth Dimension [World] reality." Word of formal declaration of the birth of the Fifth World was beginning to spread out to the wider society. This process will take time. But it is important to realize that the Fifth World has already begun. Just as the Period of Purification which will end the Fourth World has already begun. During this painful but exciting period of transition, each of us must stand up and choose: status quo, or helping usher in the Fifth World.

Finally, permit me to share with you a personal Thunder Being experience, and then my understanding of the role of heyokas in the Fifth World.

Some years ago I did a hanblechia (vision quest) in the desert near Death Valley. During my isolation, I was presented with a image of a Thunderbird formed by the shadow of a cloud on a snowfield atop a nearby mountain. The image remained a long time, then finally dissipated. The skeptical part of my mind at first tried to minimize this event. However, an hour later another identical Thunderbird image appeared on the same snowfield, and persisted quite a while. I could not escape the implication for my vision quest: a calling to the path of the heyoka. Later my encounter with Star People confirmed this heyoka journey.

Any and all of you who choose to work to bring in the Fifth World are in my opinionheyokas. Recognize your calling in your behaviors. And then let's get down to work in fashioning this Fifth World. The negative power of the Fourth World cannot be annihilated. It can only be transmuted,by being confronted by the simplicity and cosmic consciousness of the Fifth World's midwives, the heyokas, you (if you wish). We are not alone in this task. The Thunder Beings (Star Visitors) have come to awaken us, test us, and help us transmute. As heyokas, our role is to confront the Fourth World's negative energies, channel and transmute them into cooperative, spiritual, nonaggressive, inclusive, noncompetitive, service-oriented, dominance-rejecting, psychic, highly-conscious, natural and harmonious energies.

As we do so, and thereby evolve forward, the vibratory rate of the biological and consciousness energy fields within us increases. I have noticed that people of like vibratory rate can "hear" and feel each other's inner consciousness level. And here is a miracle. A higher-vibrating person (or heyoka, if you will) is like a tuning fork, tending to create a higher matching (sympathetic) vibration rate in others around who are functioning at a lower (Fourth World) vibratory/consciousness level. Just like a soprano's high note can cause a crystal glass to vibrate, so heyokas can cause Fourth Worlders around them to tend to increase their vibratory rate. But Fourth Worlders have choices. They can go along with the higher vibratory/ consciousness rate, and transition into the Fifth World. Or they can resist and, like the glass, "shatter", as their outlook is increasingly dissonant with the emerging Fifth World. If they remove themselves from all contact with Fifth World people, they may buy some little time, but in the end they will still have to choose.

As for the heyoka midwives of the Fifth World, recognize that your role is in harmony with your fundamental way of being, and is therefore unavoidable. Therefore, I encourage you to operate at your highest vibration, and help usher in the Fifth World.

Another large component of the Transition to Fifth World is the transforming, or establishing from scratch, new social structures: truly-participatory democracies of ecologically-natural and manageable size; schools for Star Kids, and institutes of higher learning for Star Seed adults and regular humans who want to learn the new ways; transport systems which operate on Zero-Point Energy and incorporate antigravity fields as appropriate; an adjudication system which is fair and transparent and incorporates Star Seed psychic ways of determining the truth; truly-complementary health care incorporating psychic diagnosis and healing along with homeopathic and appropriate allopathic medicine; renewed recreation and entertainment modalities which reflect the family of humankind while valuing regional unique cultural contributions; truly-public utilities which utilize Zero-Point Energy and eco-friendly tapping of water and geothermal sources, and which use composting and biological disposal of waste products strategies; spiritual centers where people can gather for group meditation, group joint psychic exercises to bring help where needed at whatever distance, and to honor Source and Mother Earth being; and interstellar diplomatic and cultural-exchange campuses for interacting with our visiting Cosmic Cousins. The thing of it is: all of these technologies and modalities already exist, at least in prototype, and all we need is to work on insisting they become the model of future building projects, and the goal of renewal and reform projects.

[In an adjacent article, Life In the Emerging Fifth World , Dr. Richard Boylan explores some of the aspects of what this Fifth World which is now being created will look like, and how it may well be ushered in.]

End Notes

1. Waters, F. (1963, 1977). The Book of the Hopi. Penguin Books: New York.

2. The Federal Emergency Management Agency.

3. Waters, ibid.

4. Thunderhorse, I. and Le Vie, D., Jr. (1990). Return of the Thunderbeings. Bear & Co.

Publishing: Santa FE, NM.

5. Boylan, R. J., (1996). Worlds In Transition: Report on the Star Visions Conference, 

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Random notes I've taken while reading Titans stuff:

Dick -> gives extreme Fred from Scooby-Doo vibes while driving all of the Titans to North Dakota in a blue van.

Vic -> almost accidentally kills Raven after throwing a snake at her.

Donna -> gets more short-tempered when something is bothering her.

Wally -> failing his French class so his French is probably shit.

Gar -> says Vic can have his "leftovers" in reference to all the girls who are drooling over him like good lord someone please save all those girls from him.

Kory -> admonishes police officers for trying to stop a train with their "little guns."

Danny -> wears a Pink Floyd shirt.

Joey -> sells his art in the park, but instead of managing his "booth," he goes and sunbathes in the grass and basically has other art merchants just direct potential buyers over to him like okay king.

Raven -> is literally Snow White because a rabbit and a snake went up to her while she was crying in the woods and she got to pet both of them.

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What I’ll Write For/Kind of a Master List/Small Intro Abt Me

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About Me 💜💜

Tja! Läget? My name is Annika! I write and draw things. I live in Sweden and my first language is Swedish. I am okay with English, but it is not best. If you notice grammar mistakes it because I use google translate. I have a TikTok account: barbsgirlfriend . Also have ao3: AnglalikaAnnika . Feel free to send me requests to write or draw. I will try to respond :)

Basics

I will write:

Fluff

Angst

Some violence

Romance

Canon x Reader

Canon x Canon

I will NOT write:

Smut

Straight up gore

Gross stuff

Canon x OC

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Who I’ll Write For

Velvet

Veneer

Floyd

Poppy

Barb (ofc)

Branch

Viva

Spruce/Bruce

John Dory

Clay

Hatchetfield Universe

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[ereardon]

Before I Knew [Jake Seresin x Reader] Chapter Eighteen

A Jake Seresin unexpected pregnancy fic

Overview: On your first night after moving to San Diego to spend more time with your brother Bob, you unknowingly have a one night stand with his teammate Jake Seresin. For the first time in his whole life, Bob has a closely knit friend group and you’re desperate not to rock the boat. But an unexpected and unplanned pregnancy upends your world, forcing you and Jake closer together, against Bob’s wishes. What will happen when you find yourself actually falling for the father of your unborn child? 

Pairing: Jake Seresin x Reader; Bob Floyd x Sister!Reader 

Warnings: Pregnancy, cursing, eventual smut, angst

Chapter summary: The truth about Jake and Bob's feud comes to light

WC: 1.6K

Masterlist here; previous chapter here

The day it happened, the sky was blue. Not light or foggy blue, the kind that bleeds into white. Not dark blue like midnights, or a storm on the horizon. 

It was crisp, perfect blue. The kind your memory associates with summer beach trips and perfect picnic days and the way the sky felt the day school let out at the end of the year and the kids rushed outside in a flurry of old papers and discarded textbooks. The kind of blue that felt like freedom. 

It was blue that day. Bob felt it in his bones. Jake did, too. There was something almost calming about how blue it was. How accessible. 

And then the call came in. 

The sound of the jets was loud. The wind as it whipped on their faces as they sprinted across the deck of the carrier was harsh and hot. Suddenly, the blue sky felt like an omen. 

Jake hopped into the single seat of his jet, checking the sensors, nodding at the attendant who wheeled away the ladder. 

Bob climbed into the seat behind Dakota. The two of them had been partners for years. He was the godfather to her son, Blake. They had been friends in flight school, neighbors for a while at Lemoore. He taught Blake how to ride a bike. 

They strapped in. The air buzzed around them. Bob found himself holding his breath as they climbed into the sky. Into the blue. That’s the funny thing about the sky. Once you’re up there, it’s transparent. You find yourself always reaching for something just out of your grip. 

The fight was hard, but fast. Guns blazing, enough loops that Bob felt his stomach lurch into his throat more than once. But then the smoke cleared and the radios were silent. 

They were safe. 

Dakota looked around one more time in the open air. There was something practically fizzing on her tongue, she couldn’t put her finger on it, but it was there. A feeling. A trepidation. 

And then Jake’s voice, haggard over the radio. “Dakota, five o’clock!” 

She whipped the jet just in time to dodge a bullet that pinged off the wing, leaving a burn across the metal. Bob felt his heart start to race. Suddenly, there was a firestorm of bullets. But everyone had already descended, back to the carrier. It was only Bob and Dakota’s plane, and Jake’s, left. The two of them fought off the best they could. And then the gun clip went dry. 

“Jake, we need fire,” Dakota cried, looking over her shoulder. “They’re coming!” 

“I–, I–,” Jake stuttered over the comms. 

“Hangman!” Dakota’s voice was sharp. “Hangman, where the fuck are you? We need cover!” 

There was a moment of dead silence in the air. Just Bob and Dakota waiting for a response, watching the streams of light from bullets pierce the air around them.  

“Eject, eject!” Jake’s voice was frantic. “Eject!” 

Dakota grabbed the handle beneath her seat. “You heard him, Bob. Eject!” 

Bob grabbed his lever, tugging it hard, feeling his seat throttle into the air. His eyes were squeezed shut. As he came to, he was floating, parachute gliding him down toward the water. 

And as he swam, ditching the parachute, paddling for his life, he watched as another body floated down, twenty yards away. He paddled, fast, but he already knew. He could see it in the way she fell. 

He was too late. He had been too late the moment he pressed eject. Her head was bloody from the impact, her blue eyes closed tightly, mouth slightly ajar. Bob held her in his arms, even as they fished the two of them out of the water. He tugged, hard, on her limbs as they pried her body away. 

Jake stood on the outer ring that had formed around them, sweat dripping down his face. Bob sat with his head in his hands for a moment, before looking up and making eye contact with Jake. 

Despite Bob’s smaller stature, he grabbed Jake’s collar as Bradley dove for the two of them, but Natasha stopped him. “You fucking coward,” Bob seethed. “You could have covered us, but you wanted to escape unharmed. She’s dead because of you. Her son has no mother because of you.” 

“Floyd, I–” 

“You killed her,” Bob repeated, loudly for all to hear. Jake’s face went white. “You fucking killed her.” 

***

You stood with your hands on your hips, squinting. “I think it’s crooked.” 

Jake groaned from where he sat on the floor, dutifully building the dresser that would house the baby’s changing table. “Honey, trust me when I say it’s not.” 

“Our daughter is going to roll off that shit like Humpty Dumpty.” 

“Let’s hope she doesn’t have a huge head.” 

“Your head is enormous.” 

“Hey!” 

“Am I interrupting?” Bradley poked his head in the room. 

“Yes, you are,” Jake replied, “and good timing. Y/N was just reaming me out about my big head.” 

“I mean, it’s huge,” Natasha said, striding in with a basket of baby clothes in her arms along with a bag of tiny hangers. 

“I’m sorry, does everyone think this?” 

The three of you nodded in unison and Jake rolled his eyes. “Where’s Bobby?” you asked. 

Bradley frowned. “He’s, um, busy.” 

“Busy?” You grabbed your phone out of your pocket. “Excuse me.” 

You brushed past the others, dialing Bob’s number as you entered the living room. 

“Ducky?” 

“Where are you?” you asked. “We all agreed to setting up the nursery and then Jake and I wanted to take you guys out for dinner.” 

“I, um, sorry I forgot.” 

“Well come over now,” you replied.

“Y/N, I just don’t feel like seeing Jake tonight, OK?” 

“No, not OK,” you said, placing one hand on your enormous stomach. “I’m having this baby in less than two months, Bobby. And I refuse to bring her into a world where her uncle and her dad hate each other. So get your ass over here before I scream.” 

He paused. You tapped your foot impatiently. Then, “I’ll meet you at the restaurant.” 

“Fine,” you said through gritted teeth, hitting the phone’s red button and forcing it back into your pocket. Back in the nursery, Jake looked up, his face scanning yours quickly. 

“What’s wrong?” he asked. 

“Nothing.” You shook your head. “Let’s go to dinner? Bobby is meeting us there.” 

A shadow passed across Jake’s face. Or was it nausea? You couldn’t tell, because it was gone in an instant. 

At the restaurant, Jake held your hand beneath the table, his thumb stroking the soft part of your palm as you twirled a bite of pasta around your fork. All the while, your gaze fell on Bob, who had his eyes trained on his plate. When he did look up, there was a sadness, an ache, in his features. You couldn’t place it. 

When he left for the bathroom, you excused yourself, waiting outside in the narrow hallway until he crossed through the door and almost slammed into your stomach. Immediately, his hands shot out, guarding you. “Ducky! Jesus, what are you doing lurking in the dark?” 

“What’s wrong?” you demanded. 

“Nothing.” 

“Don’t give me that,” you said sharply. “I know you and I know something is wrong. What is it?” 

“It’s nothing,” he said. “Let it go.” 

“Did Sena dump you?” 

“No.” 

“Then what?”

“Y/N.” His blue eyes flared. “Don’t test me. Not today.” 

“Why? What’s today?” 

“What’s going on?” Jake stood with his arms crossed over his chest. “Y/N? Are you OK?” 

“She’s fine,” Bob bit back. 

“Bobby,” you warned. “Stop.” 

“You want to know why today?” he asked. You nodded. He tilted his head toward Jake. “Ask him.” 

Your gaze went to Jake, who turned pale. 

“Floyd, maybe we should do this somewhere else.” 

“I think it’s time she heard,” Bob said. “Tell her, Seresin.” 

You frowned. “Jake?” 

“Three years ago,” Jake said quietly, “there was an accident.” 

“It wasn’t an accident,” Bob spat. “You froze. You chose yourself over us.” 

“I chose YOU” Jake bellowed and you stepped back, alarmed. His green eyes, normally so calm, flamed wide. “I fucking sacrificed myself for you, Floyd. You and Dakota. And what did I get? You hating me for the rest of my life. I couldn’t save her, Bob. Neither of us could. She hit her head on the way down. It wasn’t my fault and it wasn’t yours. So can you stop blaming me for making her eject? It was protocol. It was what we were supposed to do.” His breath was getting ragged. You reached out for his arm but he yanked it away, practically buzzing with anger. “I took it. All of your anger. All of the hate. All of the pain. I took it because I was her wingman and I let her down. I couldn’t protect her up there. But I never fucking forgot about it. Not a single day goes by when I don’t regret that I froze up there.” 

Tears tingled in the corner of your eyes. Bob’s mouth was wide, but no sound came out. Jake’s face was red, stretched in angry tears. You wanted to reach out for him, but it was clear: he didn’t want you.

“You hate me for what happened,” Jake whispered. “And I know you hate that I’m the one your sister is having a baby with. But you know what, Bob? Sometimes I hate myself too.” 

Then he turned on his heel and strode away. 

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[alphaman99]

Native Lives Matte

There is an ancient Indian saying that something lives only as long as the last person who remembers it. My people have come to trust memory over history. Memory, like fire, is radiant and immutable while history serves only those who seek to control it, those who douse the flame of memory in order to put out the dangerous fire of truth. Beware these men for they are dangerous themselves and unwise. Their false history is written in the blood of those who might remember and of those who seek the truth.

~ Floyd ‘Red Crow’ Westerman (Dakota Sioux) actor, activist, singer

[follow-up-news]

When Reed Cammack hears the first meadowlark of spring, he knows his family has made it through another cold, snowy winter on the western South Dakota prairie. Nothing’s better, he says, than getting up at sunrise as the birds light up the area with song. “It’s part of the flora and fauna of our Great Plains and it’s beautiful to hear,” says Cammack, 42, a sixth-generation rancher who raises cattle on 10,000 acres (4,047 hectares) of mostly unaltered native grasslands. But the number of returning birds has dropped steeply, despite seemingly ideal habitat. “There are quite a few I don’t see any more and I don’t know for sure why,” says Cammack’s 92-year-old grandfather, Floyd. whose family has allowed conservation groups to install a high-tech tracking tower and to conduct bird surveys. North America’s grassland birds are deeply in trouble 50 years after adoption of the Endangered Species Act, with numbers plunging as habitat loss, land degradation and climate change threaten what remains of a once-vast ecosystem. Over half the grassland bird population has been lost since 1970 — more than any other type of bird. Some species have declined 75% or more, and a quarter are in extreme peril. And the 38% — 293,000 square miles (760,000 square kilometers) — of historic North American grasslands that remain are threatened by intensive farming and urbanization, and as trees once held at bay by periodic fires spread rapidly, consuming vital rangeland and grassland bird habitat. So biologists, conservation groups, government agencies and, increasingly, farmers and ranchers are teaming up to stem or reverse losses. Scientists are sharing survey and monitoring data and using sophisticated computer modeling to determine the biggest threats. They’re intensifying efforts to tag birds and installing radio telemetry towers to track their whereabouts. And they’re working with farmers and ranchers to implement best practices that ensure survival of their livelihoods and native birds — both dependent on a healthy ecosystem. “Birds are the canary in the coal mine,” says Amanda Rodewald, senior director of the Center for Avian Population Studies at Cornell University’s ornithology lab. “They’re an early warning of environmental changes that also can affect us.”

[hallison-bre]

Rent Strike performing Oh, Ads! at Waller's Coffee Shop in Decatur, Georgia. 9/24/2023

The band released Oh, Ads! as a single on Bandcamp almost two weeks ago, it's great! Listen to it here ->

Or, if Spotify is more your thing, they released it there the day after. Listen here ->

Video credits to Dakota Floyd on YouTube