Author and Public Speaker
Welcome! Mi casa, su casa!
The way I figure it, what makes me a special kind of author and public speaker is that I didn’t learn how to read until the age of 20. And because of that, I didn’t get educated into Western civilization and so I was able to retain my grandmother’s Indigenous Native American Sacred Knowledge.
And back at one time, we were all Native Indigenous People the whole world over, and so this is why I truly believe that my writing and my talks touch people’s hearts so deeply that it opens up their souls to our long forgotten cellular memory that each day is, indeed, otro milagro de Dios, another miracle gifted to us by Our Almighty, and back then we all lived in Harmony and were at Peace with each other, and all of Our Creation.
Example, when I was on a national book tour with Rain of Gold, and in Austin, Texas, I was halfway through my talk at a packed full bookstore, when an elderly woman couldn’t stand it anymore, and she leaped out of her chair shouting, “You wrote about my family! And I’m German!”
You see, once we get in touch with our Ancestral Roots, we instantly know in our Heart-Soul that Mexican, German, Chinese, Jewish doesn’t matter, because we’re All Human People above all else, and hence, Familia.
Another example, a few years back when it was publicized I’d be giving a talk at our local college in my hometown of Oceanside, California, whole families drove in from Colorado, Arizona, and one family drove in all the way from Chicago and another from Texas.
Why? I really had no idea until at the end of my talk when I asked if there were any questions or statements that anyone would like to make. One little girl about five years old towards the left of the audience and four rows back from the front, leaped to hear feet, waving her little hand with such exuberance that people laughed, so I walked over and handed her the microphone.
“Your talk touched my heart!” she said with tears streaming down her face.
“My heart too,” said a large older man sitting behind her, also crying.
Anthere it was, and once more I realized why people love my books and are willing to drive such long distances to come and hear me speak. Because you see, it’s not me who writes or speaks. It’s our Ancestry who comes through me that writes and speaks.
You see, all of Our Collective Ancestry is BITING AT THE BIT to come to us, to come through us, and let us Know with a capital “K” that on the Other Side of Living they’re all United Together in Harmony and Peace and Good Will and they’re just waiting for us on This Side of Living to Wake Up and realize this wonder – our truth in Our Heart-Souls.
So welcome, mi casa, su casa. And there’s only Once Race, Our Human Race, and so we’re All, All, All, Familia!
One day in a small California barrio, a scary-looking stranger with an ugly scar on his face arrives. Silence falls on the streets. Normally raucous children stop playing, and their fearful mothers quickly beckon them inside. Everyone peeks out of windows and doors to watch the stranger walk down Main Street.More info →
The home of Mother Fox and her three babies is hidden by the roots of a tree stump in a long valley. In the beautiful fields around their home, Mother Fox cares for her children, who are so tiny they fit in the palm of a human hand. She brings them treats to eat, and she leads them to sit on the rocks in the sun.More info →
Little Crow and Father Crow sit on the branch of a tall tree surveying the freshly planted corn field. Father Crow tells Little Crow that the human father and son they see working in the fields do a lot for crows. They plant corn, they move water, and they feed the crows with their fields. The crows sing their gratitude to the farmers, but in spite of their efforts to sing their best songs, the farmers don’t like the crows.More info →
It’s the Spring of Creation, and all of the animals are busy doing what they do best. There was no confusion. But suddenly, a strange, furless, shell-less creature appears in their midst and the animals are mystified by the strange being. The bear knew that this creature would not be as strong, the deer knew it would not be as fast, and even the grasshopper knew it was not going to hop and screech like him.More info →