Transformations - Hypnotherapy & Healing

05/10/2025

Hypnotherapy goes as far back as these ancient times.

05/10/2025

What if history wasn’t what we thought it was?
1,400 years ago, Native Americans in Alabama engineered a canal system so advanced it rivals modern designs. This discovery is reshaping our understanding of pre-Columbian America—proving that innovation, precision, and ingenuity ran deep in these ancient civilizations. 🌊

04/10/2025

Cherokee Women – Strength, Power, and Influence

In traditional Cherokee society, women held remarkable authority. A woman could divorce her husband simply by placing his belongings outside the home. Cherokee culture was matrilineal, meaning family lines, clan membership, and property passed through the mother.

Women weren’t just caretakers; they were active leaders, participating in council meetings and shaping tribal decisions. Some even earned the title of War Woman for their courage in battle.

This system placed women at the heart of both family and society, fostering respect, resilience, and a lasting legacy of empowerment in Cherokee life.

03/10/2025

30/09/2025

RIP mummy's baby girl. My heart is broken, I am broken & that's an under statement! I love you with all my heart & soul! Until we meet again sweet girl. Fly high gorgeous girl ###

26/07/2025

People ask me if I believe in god... I tell them I pray to creator.
They tell me Jesus died for me... I tell them my ancestors did.
They say I will burn in hell for not following the Bible, but yet it has been used as weapon to colonize and murder my people...
for me it’s spirituality over religion. I don’t hate people for going to church, but I do hate what the churches have done to us...
before colonization we had our own ways and ceremonies, I choose the path of my ancestors. (author unknown)

16/06/2025

They called you the black sheep.
Not because you were wrong — but because you were different.

While the herd followed the path without question, you paused. Looked up. Listened to the wind.
And whispered, “There must be another way.”

The black sheep doesn’t blend in.
Not because they can’t…
But because they won’t.

They’ve seen too many cliffs disguised as traditions. Too many cages called “normal.”

So they step out. Alone, maybe. But awake. 🖤✨

They ruffle feathers. Stir waters. Break silence.
And sometimes — they build the bridges the flock never knew it needed.

To every black sheep out there:
You are the quiet revolution.
The shift in the pattern.
The wild note in the chorus.

You don’t need to fit in.
You were born to stand out — and lead forward.

16/06/2025

This photo is impressive. The sky whispering to the earth.

16/06/2025

💯 Percent Right and True and SAD !!!!

16/06/2025

We Are All Connected

Every morning, I raise my hands to the sky —
not to take anything,
but to give something good.

These hands are not just mine.
They carry the stories of my people,
the hard work of my ancestors,
and the quiet prayers passed down through time.

I don’t raise them in anger,
but to offer help.

To grow,
to heal,
to build,
to bless.

I hope they are never used to hurt.
I hope they never forget how special a gentle touch is.

And when I do forget —
when the world feels too loud and heavy —
I remind myself of this:

A feather falls softly in an open hand,
but not in a closed fist.

Creating something is a way to respect life.
Holding someone kindly says:
We are all connected.

Not just by blood,
but by our purpose.
By our presence.
By choosing to care
more than we take.

May these hands always give more than they take.
May they remember
they were made
to carry peace.

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Message for Native American People:

To the Native American people —
Your traditions, your strength, and your deep connection to the Earth inspire us all.
May your stories continue to guide hearts,
and may your spirit of unity, respect, and healing always be honored.
We see you. We respect you.
We are all related. 🪶💖

14/06/2025

The Real Story Behind “Rock-a-Bye Baby”
Many years ago, Effie Crockett, the older sister of Davy Crockett, visited the Muskogee Tribe to help some mothers. When she arrived at their camp, she was surprised and even laughed a little.
She saw something unusual — the tribe’s babies were not lying in cradles on the ground. Instead, they were gently tied and hung in small cradles from the branches of birch trees. Effie thought it was strange at first. But as she stayed longer, she began to understand.
The babies were high above the ground, safe from bugs, hot sun, and wild animals. As the wind blew, the trees rocked them gently — just like a mother’s arms. Each baby lay peacefully, watching birds, butterflies, and the dancing leaves. The fresh air touched their skin, and they smiled at the world around them.
Effie was deeply touched. One day, she saw a Muskogee mother looking at her child hanging in the cradle. The mother softly sang a song in her native language. As she sang, a tear fell from her eye.
Here is what the song meant:
> Rock-a-bye baby on the tree top,
When the wind blows the cradle will rock,
When the bough breaks the cradle will fall,
And down will come baby, cradle and all.
Effie wrote down the song and shared it with others. It became the lullaby we all know today — “Rock-a-Bye Baby.”
But most people never knew the deep meaning behind the song.
The Muskogee mother cried because she knew what the song truly meant. The “branch” holding her baby would one day break. Not from danger — but because her child would grow. He would outgrow the cradle, fall to the ground, and become strong enough to stand. One day, her baby would no longer need her protection. He would become a man.
The cradle falling was not the end. It was the beginning of his life’s journey.
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A Message to All
This lullaby was born from Native American love and wisdom. It reminds us that every moment is precious, that letting go is part of love, and that nature teaches us the gentlest lessons.
Honor the roots of this song. Honor the Native voices that carried its meaning in their hearts.