Becky.Novak

02/15/2026

We saw kids like this young man in 1987 at the SF Zoo. My 2 yr old was riding on daddy’s shoulders when we saw a trio of Goth teen boys walking toward us. When our toddler saw them with their rainbow spiked Mohawks she pointed at them and in her loud baby voice, “Daddy! What kind of animals are those? 😮 She is 40 now, with 4 kids of her own. I’ve seen them all at times with colored streaked hair, Mohawks, and Mullets. What goes around comes around! They are all great kids, 10 yrs to 21 yrs now in 2026. 👩🏼‍🦰👧🏼🧑🏼🧑🏻‍🦰Gotta luv ‘em! ❣️

My 16-year-old punk son rescued a newborn baby from the cold — the next day, a cop showed up on our doorstep.

I'm 38, and I thought I'd seen everything as a mom of two. My life is messy, loud, exhausting — but real. My youngest, Jax, is 16. A full-on punk. Pink mohawk, piercings, leather jackets that smell like his gym bag.

He's sarcastic, loud, always pushing limits. And yes, people laugh at him. Kids whisper. Parents judge. I tell him it's just high school nonsense, but I worry more than I admit.

Last Friday night changed everything.

I was folding laundry upstairs when I heard it — a tiny, broken cry outside. At first, I thought it was the wind. It was freezing, the kind of cold that cuts straight through skin. Then I heard it again. My heart stopped.

I ran to the window.

Jax was sitting cross-legged on the park bench across the street, pink spikes glowing under the streetlight. In his arms was something wrapped in a thin, ragged blanket. My stomach dropped. Oh God. A newborn. Days old. Shaking violently.

I threw on my coat and ran.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" I yelled.

Jax looked up, calm in a way that scared me. "Mom," he said quietly, "someone left this baby here. I couldn't walk away."

"Are you insane? We need to call 911 — NOW!"

"I already called," he said, pulling the baby closer. "I'm keeping him warm. If I don't, he could die out here."

He was right. The baby's lips were bluish. His body trembled uncontrollably. Jax pressed him to his chest, wrapped him in his jacket, whispering to him. Slowly, the shaking eased.

I wrapped my scarf around them both and cried.

When the police arrived, Jax handed the baby over without a word.

The next morning, there was a knock at the door.

"Are you Mrs. Collins?"

"Yes," I said cautiously.

"I'm Officer Daniels," he said. "I NEED TO SPEAK WITH YOUR SON ABOUT LAST NIGHT." ⬇️⬇️⬇️

02/15/2026

🎥2001 Space Odyssey film clip (1968)
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02/01/2026

The Snow Moon is the traditional name for the full moon in February, signaling the peak of winter in the Northern Hemisphere when snowfall is typically heaviest. Rooted in Native American and European traditions, it represents endurance, purification, and the stillness of nature as it prepares for spring renewal.
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02/01/2026

"The Spirit That Swims Against the Current"
The ancestors say: each salmon is a spirit carrying the memory of the land and the water.

Born small and fragile, it is swept out to sea by the great currents. But no matter how far it travels, the salmon never forgets where it began - the quiet stream where its ancestors once sang their first prayers.

And when the time comes, it returns.
Not blindly, but guided by memory - by the call of the land.
Even when the waters rage and paths shift, the salmon swims upstream.

This journey is not just for spawning.
It is a ritual.
A sacred act to complete the circle of life.

The Native people believe:

“Every salmon is a lesson - in resilience, in loyalty to one’s roots, and in the quiet strength of spirits who never give up.”

That no matter where the currents take us, there is always a way home.
There is always a reason to fight - not for ourselves, but for those yet to come.

02/01/2026

She Who Walks with Wings

She walks beneath the ancient sun,
not casting a shadow,
but carrying light
woven from the songs of her grandmothers.

Her cloak—no cloth,
but wings of the Monarch,
soft like prayer,
strong like memory.

Around her, the butterflies rise,
as if the ancestors remembered
the way back home—
through her breath, through her step.

She does not fly.
She becomes the flight.
And in the silence,
the land remembers her name.

🎨: Serin Alar

12/02/2025

First December Messages
Amanda Ellis

I will likely do a few videos this month - but here a first heads up to what is in the spotlight, with references to Mary & Joseph, the Kingfisher totem, the...

12/02/2025

Delores Cannon’s New Era

Dolores Cannon spent 45 years documenting how Earth is splitting into two frequencies - the Old Earth and the New Earth - and the specific timeline for this ...

09/26/2025

If I could give you one piece of advice to hold in your heart, it would be to appreciate every second you have with the things that you love; be they places, objects, or people....

Because there is a last time for everything and you don't always know that it's the last time when you're in it.

There will be a last time you see a sunrise, a last time you taste ice-cream and a last time you smell a rose. There will be a last time you enter every room, a last time you hold every pet, and a last time you hear a loved one's voice.

Sometimes we know we're in those moments and we can savor every second of them -

but so often we don't know until that moment is gone and it's too late to go back and relive it.

So hold onto those moments while you have them.... live inside them.... appreciate them to their fullest every time so you'll never regret taking them for granted one day when they're gone.

~ Ranata Suzuki

09/09/2025

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Beloved Ones,

It feels important to share this with you today, for together, we are stepping into the sacred 9•9•9 portal.

A cosmic gateway of completion, transformation, and renewal. The vibration of the number 9 carries the energy of endings and integration. When tripled, as it is today, its power is magnified into a divine alignment that supports us in letting go of the old and stepping boldly into the new.

This portal is not just about closure, it is about liberation. It invites us to release outdated identities, heavy patterns, and limiting stories so that we can walk forward lighter, clearer, and more aligned with our true essence. Think of it as the Universe saying: you are ready to end what no longer serves and embrace what you truly are.

As a community, I am holding the space for all of us in these powerful frequencies. Throughout the day and night, I will be sending healing energies through this portal to assist you in:

Clearing old timelines and karmic residues

Releasing self-doubt, fear, and limiting beliefs

Anchoring your Higher Self more fully into your body and everyday life

Opening to clarity, abundance, and expansion for the months ahead

You may feel waves of release, emotional clarity, or even sudden bursts of inspiration. Trust it, this is the 9•9•9 energy moving through you.

I invite you to consciously say yes. Take a deep breath, place your hand on your heart, and affirm: “I allow the old to complete. I step through the 9•9•9 portal with ease, grace, and power. I am ready for my new reality.”

Together, we walk through this sacred doorway too. Today, the cycle closes. Today, a new one begins. And it's an honor to serve you in this way!

With love and presence,

ZIAD

07/31/2025

WILD THING!

07/03/2025

Jamestown Rocca Park
1st & 3rd “Live Music”
Friday Night Bazaar
Farmers Market -Art & Crafts
🇺🇸July 4th 🎸🥁❤️🎵🎶