THE WINTER WRATH (BOOKBABY BOOKSHOP & AMAZON BOOKS) & MUD LOVE TROLL @AMAZON
THE RIGHTS OF WOMEN
Native American Women need more protection. They need to be protected by the Police Department as well by the Reservation legal.
The Winter Wrath: Carol is half native. Her father was gone for years, to eventually settle on the reservation with a young woman. At first, they were happy. But somehow, the woman learned to hate him. She finally dumped their little boy with a native woman so she could run off with a native man. Did the reservation police help? Or did the local police help? (See book.)
Native women lost their children for years, (up til 1960.) Did reservations get help keeping mothers and fathers with their children? Weren't their rights taken away due to bad legal administrations? Suffering was their lot.
We still have things that are done to native Americans. Recently in New England, people were robbing native Americans who lived in a clutch of nice homes. Lately, the law has finally caught up with this. Why did it take so long?
Regulatory Authority is needed to protect native Americans. This was their land first.
The First True Dream Seer
A Man of Wonder, No one will forget
GUSTAVUS HINDMAN MILLER
Gustavus was a writer and dream seer amongst other professions. He was also a merchant, manufacturer, and farmer. By simply writing his books, (one important one called "10,000 Dreams," published in 1901), he left an historic legacy of understanding dreams. (His book portrays meanings of dream icons--a cat repesents trouble, bats show death if large, small-illness. Trains mean death is coming.) His dream book has lived on through the ages, with many people studying it still, to understand dream icons. Miller had a an intuitive sense of understanding dreams, throughout a lifelong relationship with journaling. He also pored over Christian scriptures to build interpretations. He certainly must've had logical thoughts to know what it meant to walk on water, (struggles), or see men sitting at a desk, (a contract of goodness.)
Gus lived in Texas and eventually moved to Tennessee to live where his father had grown up. When Miller was a toddler, his father died of yellow fever while in the army, so his grandfather raised him in Texas, with his brother Frank. Gustuvas was born September 4, 1857 in Texas, and died December 12, 1929 at 72, on Lookout Mountain, Tennessee. He wrote thirty books, his 10,000 dreams was then called, “What’s in A Dream,” and changed to “10,000 Dreams Interpreted." (To dream of holding a baby, be alert-you will become pregnant.) But a baby can represent yourself. (A Troll may come as a baby to get notice.)
Carol fighting with Lester over Claine, his renter
"Listen, Tumbleweed."
The next day, she texts Lester, “I need your mailing address please, for the housing list. I have to have an address for them, as well as your phone number.”
So, Lester explains, “Because of my situation, I’m living in different places. Why do you need my address?”
“Listen, Tumbleweed. It’s a housing list for duplexes that may open up. I want to see if I can get one. If they aren’t too small, it could work.”
He answers, “Alright, just use my office address then.”
“Thank you. Also, Claine slammed walls Thursday night at two in the morning, like he was losing his mind. He was still hitting the ceiling in the morning. Today it was half past seven am. I don’t know what else to do. I’ll move the fan, I guess.”
THE JUMPER'S GRAVE, Poetry --
excerpt from "THE FLIT OF GHOSTS"
Looking up and away a man on the hill, his smile kind but his hair is so gray, she jumps up to hug the tall man at his flat, holds him close an affectionate embrace. “Love me?” she asks but he answers her, “No.” But he offers a gift as she kisses his face, book ends, one round and one was quite square, proving that he really did care. His white car so beat up, an old Olds insignificant but it still had a roar, it hugged the road tight, it still had some power, she respected his rig looked for it all hours as she stood on the road in afternoon light chewing sweet weeds.
I won’t let you forget how that morning you sat, thought someone walked by and you quickly jumped up to look to the window finding nothing there, not on the street and nobody on the stair, or was it a shadow that sometimes birds create, ungodly and rare, flitting memories to leave messages on heads of good women who hold worry in
their hands, duties to remember, and all tasks to get done children coming home, dinners to prepare, houses to clean prayers for young men, that they live to get old, and they live to be loved
