Misiwe Ni Relations Healing Lodge

26/08/2025

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25/08/2025

Wishing our winged relatives safe travels! 🍂

We have a couple more active nights for the beginning of the fall migration. The radar was full of birds last night and that will likely happen again tonight as winds are coming from the north. The peak of the fall migration is in September. You can help by turning off outdoor lights and reducing light pollution.

24/08/2025

SACRED SUNDAY ORACLE: August 24, 2025
"The brightest rainbows are often found after the roughest storms."
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"The Spirit Animal Oracle is a Canadian made deck which features a host of beautiful animal and nature guides and their medicine. It is a tool to connect you to something bigger and more primal than your thinking mind; that something bigger and more primal? It is often your very own intuition; your own animal instinct.
These Guides, This Medicine, This land.
Both southern Alberta and southeastern British Columbia; where this deck was created, it is important to acknowledge and pay tribute to the traditional territories and oral practices of the Blackfoot Nations, which includes the Siksika, the Piikani, and the Kainai, the Tsuut'ina and Stoney Nakoda First Nations, and the Métis Nation (Region 3) of southern Alberta, as well as the Ktunaxa Nation of southeastern British Columbia; the first people of this land."

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The card that you choose will speak to you on a personal level, offering guidance and support. Be open to what the card has to say, and allow its message to transform your day & week ahead.

*Please note: we only offer readings on Sundays, as our work schedules take over during the week.

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I am honoured to have taken over offering the Sacred Sunday Oracle & Tarot for Misiwe and I would be happy to help you on your journey of self-discovery.

21/08/2025

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21/08/2025

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Mi'kmaw is the langauge of the Mi'kmaq. Reclaiming Mi'kmaw language is an act of liberation for Indigenous people and allyship of community peace for

20/08/2025

“nîtisânak, listen closely, for these are strange and heavy days across the lands we now call Canada.

In the east, in places like Nova Scotia and New Brunswick, the governments have placed strong hands over the forest gates. They say the air is too dry, the earth too thirsty, the fire too quick to wake. From August until mid-October — and perhaps beyond — they have closed the trails, the camps, even the quiet fishing spots. They warn of fines as high as $25,000 for those who step where the trees still stand.

I will tell you, I know fire. I have seen it run like a wild horse, devouring the hills. We, the First Peoples, have always respected the danger and the medicine of fire. We knew how to tend it, to clear the dry brush, to burn small so that the land might live long. But this — this blanket ban without distinction between those who wander for fun and those who go to gather medicine, to pray, or to visit the graves of our ancestors — this feels like another wall between us and the land that has always been our relative.

Tourism people speak of their losses — the empty lodges, the cancelled tours. Their pain is real, for they too depend on the land. But our pain is older. When the forest is closed, it is not only an economy that suffers — it is a way of life. The medicines go unharvested. The sacred sites sit alone. Our youth, already hungry for connection, lose another path back to their teachings.

And yet, I understand the fear. This summer has been hotter, drier, more brittle than many remember. The winds carry the scent of smoke more often now. The seasons are changing in ways that our grandparents warned us about when they spoke of a warming world. In their language, they did not say “climate change” — they spoke of the land shifting because the people had shifted away from respect.

What is missing here, my relatives, is balance. These governments reach for the biggest tool — a ban — instead of walking with us to find the wiser path. What if we brought back Indigenous firekeepers? What if we used controlled burns, firebreaks, and community watch over the land? What if, instead of locking the forest, we tended it together, as was done for thousands of years?

These are not just laws about recreation. They are about the relationship between people and the land. If we treat the land only as a danger to be closed off, we forget that it is also our teacher, our healer, and our ancestor.

So I say this: protect the land, yes. Protect life, yes. But do not forget that our freedom to walk the earth is also sacred. If we are to face the fires of this new age, we must do it with the old wisdom — together, not apart.

Tapwe,

—Kanipawit Maskwa
John Gonzalez
Standing Bear Network”








Miigwech

17/08/2025

Hello Friends,
My apologies but there will be no SACRED SUNDAY ORACLE today.
I hope you have a wonderful day and we will be back next week.
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14/08/2025

So well said:

“Deep down we know it’s true. This isn’t just about cell towers, or vaccines, or Epstein, or Roundup or greedy corporations or bad science. They’ve pulled us so far from the rhythms of the Earth that we’ve forgotten we ARE the Earth.

But here’s what I know. We’re not helpless. Not even close. The moment we remember that we’re made of sunlight and soil and sound and cycles, we start to turn the tide. We don’t have to burn it all down to fight back. We start by coming home to our body. To the Earth. To the ancient ways that never needed a charger or a software update.

Start your mornings outside. Get your bare feet on the ground even if it's just for five minutes. Let the sunlight hit your naked eyes before you ever look at a screen. That morning light is medicine. It tells your body it's safe. It sets your hormones right. It feeds your mitochondria and clears your head.

Want to know how we can fight back?

Turn off your Wi-Fi at night. Unplug the smart junk. You don't need your fridge talking to the internet. You don’t need Bluetooth in your pillow. You need quiet. You need dark. You need stillness when you sleep. That’s when your body does its holy repair work. Let it. Give it the chance.

Eat real food. Wild if you can. Simple. Unprocessed. Foods that don’t come with labels or barcodes. That aren't grown with glyphosate and haven't been tampered with, genetically. Drink clean water, not the stuff in plastic bottles, or coming from your tap. Get a filter if you need to. You are water, and your water is killing you, numbing you, making you sick.

Throw away your Tide. Your Crest. The air fresheners. The fabric softeners. The chemical soaps, shampoos, lotions, cleaners. They are toxic. They poison your body every single day. Your skin is your largest organ. It drinks in whatever you put on it. If it’s poison, and most of it is, it’s poisoning you.

Fast sometimes. It gives your system the rest it’s been begging for. Let the body burn through the gunk they’ve piled on us... and that we have willingly consumed. Fasting is how we empty out what doesn’t belong and make space for light to come in.

Build your house like a sanctuary. Use wood and stone and cotton and plants. Bring back incandescent bulbs. And candles. Wrap yourself in the things that breathe, like wool, cotton, silk, linen, h**p, and leather, and that don’t buzz and disrupt your electromagnetic field, like nylon, rayon, polyester and the other plastics do

Play music. In 432. Sing. Out of tune is fine. Hum. It resets your vagal nerve and calms you down.

Dance barefoot on the kitchen floor... Or better yet, barefoot in the grass!

These are not silly things. They’re how we recalibrate the field. Your field. The collective field.

Talk to your neighbors. Teach your kids. Share what you know with gentleness, not fear. The fear is theirs. They want us divided and panicked. But when we speak with love and clarity and calm, it cuts through the fog like a tuning fork. Be that tuning fork.

And don’t forget to laugh and cry and pray and rest. And look around and be grateful for all of the things you've taken for granted. All of it heals. All of it builds your frequency. When you’re in coherence, your body becomes a signal they can’t jam. Your cells remember how to sing. It's biology, man! It's physics! That’s REAL power.

Yeah. They’ve rigged the game. But we don’t have to play. We make our own game now. One rooted in Earth, the earth's food, light, breath, rhythm, love, and truth.

And the best part? It’s already inside us! It's already around us. Our mother is waiting with open arms, ready to support us, to provide for us. She is yearning to connect. She welcomes the prodigal son home.

Let’s walk it together, barefoot and fierce. Let's plant gardens and share our harvest. Its time for you, for me, to remember our power. It's time to step into our roles as creators. It's time for us to turn on our light. As I learned by living in the south for a lot of years, when I flipped the on shed light, the roaches would scatter! Darkness has no safety in light.

We came here for this time, beautiful souls.

Stand up.

Unite.

And, most of all...

Turn on your light and

LOVE!

Welcome to our New Earth! It's ours to create!”

Reposted -Michelle