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Grandmother M Revered Mentor to Red Sun

Grandmother M Revered Mentor to Red Sun

Grandmother M far beyond sacred spiritual  mentor to one Red Sun, for she was also a Sacred Spiritual Advisor, Savior, Spiritual  Teacher, Guardian and Protector to countless numbers of people. Yes, in truth, one  amazing person whose persona awakened people to the realization of their sacredness  to universal life. A sacred savior who walked in the sainthood of unique saints  on par with Sister Teresa, and Pope John Paul II, however, her sacred journey  was the forerunner, of the two most recognized saintly people of the last-half  of 20th Century. Grandmother M was a sacred spiritual savior in the first-half of the 20th Century. Yes, the people in many parts of the world perceived her, in the same light that Red Sun learned to perceive the one  whose life she saved on numerous occasions.

The reason I say  around the world has to do with all the calls and visits she received from
around the world asking her for guidance and prayers. No matter where we went, where we stopped across this nation, strangers to Red Sun, would go out of there way, for they felt it their duty to tell Red Sun and everyone else in hearing range about how wonderful Grandmother M was. A woman the majority of  people (even Priest) referred to with respect using endearing supportive adjectives to their noun: Sacred Mother, Saintly Guardian, Spiritual Teacher, Saint M, or Sacred Mother M the Saint. If I had a penny for all the times they  spoke of and called her Sacred Mother M, it would have help me remember the number of times people would give witness to how grateful they were she came into their lives and maybe I would have been rich, but I doubt it.

Those that gave  witness would speak of her greatness and the blessings they received by her  prayers and sacred spiritual touch. The Sacred Mother provide the foundation I
build my life on, but my path was not the same as hers, for the Era of Sacred Guardian Light, has changed to Sacred Spiritual Guardian Warriors. We are  currently in the era of darkness foretold in Revelations. The Green Serpent and Red Serpent are actively seeking the destruction of humanity.

Grandmother M not only a saintly spiritual mother of the peoples, who was an herbalist, sacred medicine woman and complete spiritual healer of spirit, mental, and physical
being, she was a spiritual teacher and sacred guardian. Born on the Ojibwa
reservation in the late 1800’s in Nebraska where her training began at an early age and continued into her teenage years, under the guidance of sacred spiritual/medicine elders.

At three years of  age, the elders became aware she was one of the chosen for them to teach and guide. Awareness began with messages from the Sacred Ones she delivered combined with certain spiritual skills she exhibited; awaken the spiritual medicine elders to  her. The guardians and spiritual guides expanded her training, every day and year of her life, since she was one of a handful considered truly sacred. What happened to the students of her sacred teachers’ that ranged in age between one-hundred and eighty years, when she was a young student? What I did learn about her training and the training of her teachers who were the eldest of the sacred spiritual medicine elders, all began training around the same age, three, or four. They began their training with the eldest of sacred spiritual
medicine elders, until time to learn from others. This was the way to continue
with the sacred knowledge of the ancients, forward to help the people.

Unfortunately,  people who had no knowledge of the sacred universe feared the sacred teachings, and the unknowing taught many to fear and hate the sacred ways of our people.
Laws had been in place to punish anyone that followed the sacred traditions, indigenous
cultures, and teachings. Along with the way people treated Indigenous Natives off the reservations. Only a few had the courage to learn the ways of the whites and keep the sacred indigenous fire of our ancestor traditions. Few accepted the ways of the ancients while others cared to learn sacred wisdom, and maintain sacred spiritual knowledge, which covered more than a few herbal medicines. In many ways, I wish the reservation, remained in Nebraska, but the Dust Bowl closed the reservation and its people displaced.

Grandmother M’s name will never be found in any history book, or in any book of “Who’s Who”, but her name and spirit could be found in the hearts of thousands who loved and cared for her dearly. Thousands out of respect called her Mother or Grandmother M, too. Although, in truth most people who knew her, believed she was a Heavenly Messenger or Sacred Mother sent to them by the Sacred Father. Others believed she was some sort of
an Angel, Saint, or Savior, because she was the pivoting point in their lives. One simple woman known to hundreds of thousands, as Sacred Mother M and Savior never wrote a book or held any political office, nor was she a movie star. Grandmother M was never a paid Foreign Ambassador of Record but she was an unofficial Ambassador of Goodwill, everywhere she went. Mainly because, she always believed one person could make a difference and she wasn’t afraid to take on the challenge. Regardless, to the people who really knew her, what really mattered to them, she was a very important and special part of their lives.

She had a special type of spiritual motivation, respect, and ability to help people, plus she had a special knack for gathering much needed support and supply from others, along with being their goodwill ambassador. Notwithstanding, her greatest extraordinary ability everyone should have . . . completely blind to a person’s color, race, and nationality. She
treated everyone equal with the same life courtesy, respect, love, and caring, wherever she went. She did not judge or assume anything beyond the best of each individual for no matter what one did with their life or in their past their present is what matters. Through her eyes, she taught me, we are all equal in the eyes of the Sacred Ones and the Eternal Father of Light and Life. For only he knows his reason for the different cultures, nationalities, colors and races. (My personal opinion, it makes it easier when people are praying to keep track of them and to teach all throughout the universe . . . eternal love and
tolerance.)

Grandmother M gave life to Red Sun

Born to one and raised by another since my spiritual life did not begin at her side, only developed at a more rapid pace after spiritual guardians called Grandmother M, to rescue Red Sun, an infant of less than a year, from those that accepting pay to kill the child and mother.  Several things worked in favor of not ending Red Sun’s life: One, a priest involved
in the break-in received inspiration from a vision to place Red Sun in  Grandmother M’s hands. It seems the priest went on the raid of pain and death to ensure the Jesuits, Red Sun was no longer a threat. He wrapped the Red Sun in a death bundle wrap, before going outside and placing the infant in Grandmother M’s hands. Second her and the priest arranged to steal me away from the killers of my relations, before the killers plotted to enter the home and kill all necessary, prior to ending my life and breathe.

First rescue signaled the beginning of many survival struggles and embraced in her protective barriers against dead, considering death challenged the two of five times
before her crossing. The second incident occurs when jealousy tosses Red Sun
into the bathtub; Grandmother M received a vision during lunchtime and left
work to drive more than halfway across Fresno, to rescue one child under water.

History, of the second rescue of Red Sun which caused temporary death, was created by her daughter who was filled with dark angry, hatred, and jealousy, so she throw me in a
bathtub and drown me. For whatever her reasons after holding me under water for five minutes, until she considered me dead. My lungs filled with water, my heart stopped, and I wanted to learn how to breathe the oxygen out of the water. Once I stopped moving, jealousy left me in the bathtub long enough for jealousy to smoke several cigarettes and enjoy a fresh pot of coffee, she brewed after leaving me face down in the water.

The Sacred Mother of the Roses, held me in her arms waiting for Grandmother M, to arrive and pull me  from the bathtub. The Sacred Mother told me it was not my time to cross because  thousands of lives depended on me and they would perish needlessly without me. Yes, the combination of spirit-guides, Sacred Mother of Roses aka Sacred Mother of the Sacred Son of Light Eternal, who summonsed and assisted Grandmother M to restore my life possessed the ability to fooled those that sought my death. Okay, my
crossing was only temporarily, but it gave me a great deal of insight and some wonderful lessons. Truth, I enjoyed meeting the Sacred Mother of the Roses, she held me in her arms and refused to let me cross beyond the vortex of temporary crossing, surrounded by a few of my guardians, which became the first time I heard my prime directive, spoken by the Sacred Ones.

Crossing Ceremony a Major Declaration of Love

If one did not know her, the appearance of millions  of flowers, and so many special arrangements, said the truth to all . . . this
was a great person. However, besides flowers people sent money help to pay for the additional materials required for the gathering. The millions of flowers cleaned out every florist within a two-hundred miles radius, of Fresno. Nevertheless,
one of the best expression and examples of sacred love and respect: could not only be sensed in the hearts, but via the faces and hands of over a hundred  people, who spent three days and nights, weaving a floral tapestry, a storyteller history to honor her teachings, for within their heart this became their way to honor her.

October 1953, not too long after we moved back to Fresno, California, I came of age the hour  Grandmother M transformed from a Sacred Grandmother into a Sacred Saint and
Spiritual Guardian: which changed her from Red Sun’s mentor, guardian, teacher, guide, protector, and lifesaver (numerous times), from the hour she embraced me until the Sacred Ones summonsed her across to become a Sacred Elder.

By profession Grandmother M, worked with the American Red Cross and Salvation Army, USO, missionary, migrate worker and a wonderful sacred spiritual cook. The way she cooked she gave it a sacred healing power, which helped heal the heart, mind, and spirit of those that enjoyed her cooking. This information a few priest and nuns related: No matter
how many came to partake of her cooking there was always enough food with food
leftovers. It seems no matter how sick a person was in heart, mind, or spirit after they had partaken of a couple sacred spiritual meals she cooked, each person began to reveal signs of a sacred healer influencing their lives.

Many declared Grandmother M their mortar, if not their cornerstone of life, she gave them inner-strength, and spiritual  guidance, for in many and/or unique ways she saved countless people from starvation—spiritually and physically—prior to, and during depression era, as well as, WW II. She helped many survive, through and by using spiritual
awareness; thus her teachings gave them spiritual strength, and guidance; which
gave them inner-strength to help save their lives and the lives of many more.

It seems her gifts did multiply in wondrous ways, for what she gave one, they shared with others, and the power grew. [Today many lives indirectly own their lives to her and many more received help from agencies she inspired others to
create.]

To casual observers,  who were not aware of Grandmother M, observing the number of people, preparing for and/or attending her honoring ceremony and services, they would have assumed her a VIP, Foreign Ambassador, Diplomat, Head of State, or someone
outstandingly famous. In truth, she was a very humble person, but in the hearts of thousands she was an Ambassador of Goodwill. One uniquely special person, who proved far more than an important part of their lives; okay she was not outstandingly famous, in the universal Who’s Who registry, but one of the most sacred in the spiritual registry of universal life. Interesting how each one, in their own way, for reasons of their own, had to attend personally pay their most humbled admirations and give her the numerous sacred gift of love and respect they also carried from others, who traveled through each ambassador in spirit.

People for  centuries have said a person’s sacred gathering at the time of his/her
crossing, is a testimonial to the way each person lived his/her life; and how said
person impacted the lives of others, if this is so the gathering to honor Grandmother M’s sacred crossing spoke universal volumes. In truth, each person who journeyed to her crossing ceremony, proved each one, in truth, a sacred ambassador, a sacred voice and one spirit equaled to hundreds and even thousands of other personalities, who unable to attend. Each ambassador came with sacred spiritual love, and reverence, with a sacred humbleness. In truth, each ones journey became a test filled personal sacrifice; which added enrichment to their spiritual journey of sincere admirations. Slow moods of transportation in the 50’s  required several extra days before two services for the Sacred Mother could take place. Family and city wanted to allow people time to complete their
important journey, knowing many were enduring great hardship, to travel from
distant lands for her honoring ceremonies.

For those of you  who are not aware of environmental conditions, it was a time before televisions in one out of every five homes. What few televisions were in homes only received a couple of channels, which televised six to eight hours each day, and then only
in black and white. However, most areas and nations had no concept of what television was or how it worked other than a word for an electric box that captured pictures from waves. Newspapers carried most of the information and news in print, while certain people could communicate with wireless aka shortwave radios. Most people sent telegraphs, and/or snail mail, and only made urgent phone calls outside their local area, so the average people seldom made long distant phone calls; since telephone calls for the average person was expensive. Most people only watched and learned international news from newsreels in theaters. Airplanes, meant a few days sooner, but they did took days to get people from point A to B rather than hours.

The harshness of travel during the early 1950s did not prove easy on the people making the journeys. In fact few peopl, in this day and age, are able to comprehend or even remember these days, but most suffered a great deal to make it to her crossing ceremonies. The majority of people traveled day and night, on trains, in cramped cars, in campers, a few chartered buses, some traveled by numerous forms of transportation. Some took horse and buggy, and/or boat to plane, along with many other types of transportation to get on a plane, which still  required several flights, with numerous lay overs, while some were lucky enough to only travel by a few modes of transportation, or catch a couple of flights. Their journeys and the amount of suffering most endured became a very powerful testimony of her sacredness and importance to the people her life touched.

Each ambassador was the personification of volumes, equal to hundreds or thousands of
individuals, each. Those who for any number of reasons were not able to attend the crossing services donated money so their elected ambassador could carry their sacred message of love. Ambassadors in attendance arrived with sacred love from every state, reservation, nation, and country, around this planet. The guest book recorded over 5,000 people that had managed to attend and the countless places they came from to attend her crossing ceremony, along with list of people each ambassador represented; to honor one so dear to them.

Honestly, I can say I was stunned when I started talking to people and learned many had
journeyed from places like Cape Cod, South Africa, Japan, Italy, England, China, Australia, Philippines, Mexico, South America, Central America, Germany, Iceland, Australia, Greenland, Alaska, Hawaii, and Canada, and many countries from around the world and Africa. What I found even more interesting are the many heads of state arrived from the Polynesian Islands and the Philippines, too. The list included a couple from Russia, along with hundreds of points all across the United States.

The planning for the services required more than a family involvement, this required the mayor and city council involvement, for they had to restrict the number of ambassadors unless; we took the services out of Fresno to San Francisco or Los Angeles football stadiums. Yet, everyone felt a football stadium would not have been a respectful place for Grandmother M. Fresno could only handle four-thousand, which still would require every
hotel and motel to over book and still everyone that knew Mother M, also opened
their homes to accommodate more of her friends, even floors at a couple of
ballrooms were completely booked, until no one could handle any more.

Another one of her  longtime friends, the Head of the Catholic Diocese for the Fresno area, offered the largest church in town, however, it could accommodate approximately four-thousand  inside for her services, which meant loud speakers in the outer rooms for
people to listen to the services. Nevertheless, family needed to add bleachers outside to accommodate the overflow, along with placing additional loud speakers around the church. Regardless, the day of the services the available room in the church and on the bleachers was not enough seats to accommodate all that arrived, which meant this left many standing outside, in the aisles, along with other had to stand among the floral tapestry journey, set up for those who arrive to honor one sacred woman’s crossing.

Yes, the hundreds of thousands of flowers in thousands of floral arrangements from countless people, hard to know whom and what count of those in attendances sent these arrangements, and how many of these arrangements were from how many not in attendance. With so many flora designs and the countless amount of flowers used in the flora tapestry, made it hard to know from whom and where did the flowers came from . . .  those attending or how many of the thousands not able to attend.

Card count said over three-thousand floral arrangements for five times that many who sent money. The walls of the church appeared covered with thousands upon thousands of flowers, with thousands more were surrounding the outside of the church, too. Thankfully, someone or several managed to take charge and handle the massive amount of floral arrangements covering every inch of the church, except for walkways, seating area, and essential space requirements, inside and outside the church.

This child standing in the middle of the church staring-up at them could not help but wonder how they had managed to stack so many floral arrangements a good ten feet high, in rows, up against the walls. This gave me the sensation of reaching high towards Heaven to Honor my Grandmother M, honestly, there were more than enough floral arrangements to fill every inch of space in the church, leaving no room for people to walk or sit.

Roses Parade style of floral tapestry spoke of her favorite life lessons. River of Life a full woven tapestry of flowers covering the entire back of the bleachers, and even more taking people on a floral journey: along a River of Life Journey, on life’s river that flows, widens and narrows, twists and turns. During this journey one takes one arrives at different places for reflection with flora storyboard to honor Grandmother M’s reflection, which helped to guide people on their spiritual journey. The entire river of life guides one on a journey all the way around and into the church. In the church, the floral river carries one up to a beautiful sculptured angel. It gave one the sensation of sacred love and blessings, besides the attendance of ambassadors. One arrives to witness a wondrous sacred flora angel standing above and keeping watch over Sacred Mother M, standing with her hands in pray, at her feet.

Floral Tapestry presented a sacred river sent forth from the rising sun, cradled in the scared mountains of our Earth Mother. Their combination of forces joined in a sacred
way to create and bring life forth into the sacred River of Life. The Sun represented the Sacred Light Eternal of the Father who is the Highest of the Most High. The Father joined forces with Earth our Sacred Mother.

The two sacred forces of our life send its love and blessing forth across the land representing her sacred River of Life. The floral river takes one on a journey all around the grounds, behind the church, around the other side and guides one into the church, up to two Guardian Angels standing over and looking into the coffin. Something in that journey helped uplift, enlighten,
and bless the spirits all that took the journey.

Whereas the outside of the church, was a wonderment to me, how they laid out and designed her teachings with all the floral arrangements, giving one the impression they were walking up and down through a beautiful floral garden while experiencing ones spiritually life journey. All the different rows of floral arrangements extended in rows
covering the entire church grounds, minus the walkways and driveway. However, some had taken the time to arrange and organize a massive floral arrangement on the back of the bleachers in such a manner, it looked like a waterfall of flowers beautifully flowing from the top of the bleachers to the ground and the rest took us on the Sacred River of Life Journey.

Pivot point not all experiences do we readily realize their sacred life lessons:

Spirits are eternal and made up of eternal energy of light and life, I had been the last one allowed to view her physical form, in the coffin. Wow, did I start to cry, because she was gone and I would no longer have her guidance, with only a few left in the church, she and two others make their presences known. Someone popped me upside the back of my head from a spirit hand, and awaken my spirit to hear her calling my name. I looked to my
left to witness her standing beside me dressed in the same manner as on her form, with two Guardian Angels dressed in suits standing on either side of her. They had allowed Grandmother M to spend a few minutes with me in spirit and private.

Grandmother M did all the talking:

Red Sun, now I want you to stop that crying you are not crying for me you are crying for your loss of me and that is not fair. I
cannot move on to where I need to go until you accept my crossing and release me to take my sacred journey. Know it was my time and you will never be alone you will receive several more sacred guardians, protectors, teachers and mentors that will help you learn and complete your lessons to become the one
you are here to become.

From what I see, ahead for you they are going to need to send a village. My earthly journey has changed to sacred guardian. Your  journeys are still ahead of you and remember thousands of lives depend on you or hundreds of thousands will perish needlessly. Know this my child . . . I have always loved you and I always will love you, my sacred child, Red Sun.

The guardians beside her explained, she needed to make many stops and it was time for them to travel. M bend down gave me a kiss on my left cheek, and they flew away. I stopped crying and moaning for her, my spirit knew it was her time to go and help the
masses for she had earned her place among the High Council of Sacred Mothers. Over
the next couple of days I did receive several maybe ten or more guardian teachers, guides, lesson givers and tricksters to help me learn many valuable lessons, and the teachings were pure, without distortion. They came to take her place to watch after and take care of me. Life lessons, adventures, journey and experiences, I will be writing about and
taking you and numerous from early years to current experiences and journeys.

Sacred Secret Life of Grandmother M’s foundation that enhanced her spiritual life journey:

  1. A spiritual guide, sacred guardian, missionary teacher, and sacred healer,
    inasmuch as, she was and is among the few who obtain the sacred oneness.
  2. She understood and learned sacred spiritual values lessons of cultural,
    traditional, sacred spiritual ways, skills, philosophy, psychology, and
    physics, knowingness.
  3. Visited the sacred spiritual village, learned the roots and teachings of medicine
    warriors’ knowledge.
  4. After the Ojibwa teachers, during her life journey she learned and shared with a
    number of truly loved, honored and sacred spiritual medicine elders.
  5. Her journey took her across many Southwest and Northwest reservations and back to the North Dakota, South Dakota, and Montana Reservations
    where she rescued me.
  6. Her life journey life and taught portions of countless generations of elders
    lives of sacred traditions, visions, and spiritual guidance based on
    experiences linked to values, visions/visitation combined with past and
    current eternal spirit life imparting insights and awareness.
  7. The basic lessons she learned from the sacred spiritual medicine elders, based
    her daily life on spiritual values of helping others with dreams to make
    this a better place when she left.
  8. Spiritual truth, she used the traditional ways to guide and teach.
  9. She based her faith in prayers, since truth comes in understanding through and
    beyond visions.
  10. Life experiences take one on journeys of adventure, which awakens one to
    inner-abilities to receive the gifts of truth.
  11. Once individuals learn to connect with ones sacred eternal spirit and
    spirit-heart amazing things can happen, life combine values of spiritual
    influences learns with sacred universal knowledge, and spiritual physics to
    travel on many levels.
  12. However, she enjoyed working with the Red Cross and Salvation Army, helping people regain their self-respect and assisting in the guidance of people on their
    journey of awakening to obtain their true inner worthiness and abilities.
  13. She was not my biological Grandmother M, but the one that received several
    visions to rescue Red Sun, guard, protect, and teach in the child in
    sacred/spiritual medicine ways.
  14. Life was interesting learning at her knee, through the eyes of others, and by
    her side.

Many things one can only interpret, via experience filters, each one an interactive connection with ones total being, sacred spirit-heart, and eternal-spirit quickly connects each to ones sacred family of ancestors and relations. Each connection means all directions of sacred universal knowledge are void of spiritual/universal—time/space
separation, which links all to oneness of past, present and future relations.

Hey I am older than fifty-five and still cannot understand, why and the reason for my
journey here, which I have received the same message during a number of visitations and visions. The second time, spirit left its form temporarily, when I fell three-story into sandy earth.

Remember, the expression of Walking on Water; pure faith and Grandmother M, is the only person I, actually did witness on numerous occasions, walk above the ground, and not touch the leaves, paper, or roses pedals. One of her sacred gifts . . . the Gift of Faith’s Sacred Walks, above earth and water, each time she finished praying for others, revealed sacred spiritual proof of her prayers and faith. Actually, I have not heard of the gift other than reading about Jesus Christ and some Tibetan Monks that could walk above this earth, but I have not witnessed.

The first couple of times, at five years of age, I can remember not believing what my eyes
witnessed, so I researched ways to determine, if truth or imagination. A friend’s parents that wanted to know gave me dried rose pedals and onionskin paper to put down across her path. After she moved across, not one pedal moved or did she imprinted any type of impression 200 lbs. on the roses or onionskin paper.

The second time we choice to place wheat flour designs on top of new onionskin paper. After she crossed over the paper, neither displacement of flour nor disruption of designs,
nor any imprints on any of the one-hundred sheets of paper we put down and reviewed wearing cloth gloves, which Leo’s mother gave us to use. Beyond the sheets of paper, we witnessed no deposit of flour, or footprints touched any place beyond the paper.

This amazing expression of spiritual love and physics I experienced with her was part of her healing powers. Truth, many other people observed her spirit walks, at various times, which was one among many amazing experiences, and factors of spiritual purification and healings for life improvements, the receivers recognized they received from a true Heavenly Saint, not a pretender.

One side effect:

We cook much together, yet she taught me numerous lessons, for the food and cooking could carry many lessons and the medicines in the food, helped to heal: spirit, mind, body, and heart. However, after her crossing my misplaced love and emptiness I drowned in cooking and eating food. I felt the more I could eat the closer she was to me when I cooked to fill my empty spirit and heart. All I cook I ate and gained a hundred and twenty-five pounds, in less than a year. Yes, I came close to eating my spirit and body to death; since she left I thought I walked alone. For a time I failed to realize the major lesson I experienced the day of her crossing. Yet, not until I could face the pain and stop the weight gain, did spiritual growth and awareness catch up with my weight gain.

Not until the
weight gain completed its purpose, and the time turned right for loss of weight, which then began to take me on another strange journey. Interesting, how even in the losing of weight gain pain, I was also able to release such great pain and replace it with even greater spiritual insight. For the journey to lose weight became a series of strange adventures. During the slimming down, I quickly learned how jealous the daughter of Grandmother M really had become of a teenager. Once again I stood alone, and facing her jealousy, many great life lessons, and spiritual awareness increased shapely with every ounce lost.

On my true eighteenth birthday, I began to blubbered for three days and nights solid, and
I have not cried again. After my three days of tears that emptied and cleansed my heart and spirit of all sorrow, hurt, anger and pain I heard the sacred drums calling me home to meet with the Great Spirit, Sacred Mother of the People and my relations. Four days consecutively, Sacred Father the Holiest of Mothers and the Sacred Council of the Holiest of Archangel Chiefs called to stand with them during sacred ceremonies, then my bedroom wall they had turned into a portal to the Sacred Realm. Then Grandmother M had received a summons, to attend, as well.

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