MISSION: UNITE THE TRIBES IN OKLAHOMA FOR A NIGHT OF POWERFUL WORSHIP

Written in November 2022

I am Hawaiian, Chinese, Cherokee, and European (German and French). The Cherokee and European comes from my father's side, and the Hawaiian and Chinese comes from my Mother's side. Unfortunately things were pretty tumultuous between my mother and bio father, and to this day it is not healthy for me to be in constant contact with my father. When I was about 2-1/2 years old my mom received full custody of me and cut ties with my father, eventually taking me to Hawaii where we stayed. By the time I was 10, I was in an extremely strict Hula Halau (academy) where I learned all the ancient ways of my people. Growing up as a half breed was painful as I was repeatedly reminded that I would never be good enough because I am too white or not native enough. The racism around me was so bad I witnessed "white" boys being ruthlessly attacked and beaten at my own schools while the teachers, principles, and police turned a blind eye. By the time I became an adult I had already determined in my heart that I would marry and move away from Hawaii for good. In 2004, shortly before Travis and I married, my halau was invited to the most prominent Hawaiian event known today - The Merrie Monarch Festival. I recently posted about it on my personal profile if you are interested in watching the video of me with my halau dancing the hula on their giant stage. Preparing for this event was the most stressful time of my life, and what would ultimately cause me to reject myself and anyone native. Once again I was repeatedly reminded that I was never going to be good 

enough because I am white, and while we were at the Merrie Monarch Festival my uncle introduced me to someone as his "haole niece." Haole is the Hawaiian word which means colonizer or white person and is always used in a derogatory way. I do not believe that my uncle intentionally meant to hurt me, however what I made his words mean was that It's not safe for me to be Native.

So began the slow process of me pushing everyone native out of my life, including my own family. Shortly after Travis and I married we moved to the "Mainland," as the Native Hawaiians refer to the USA on this side of the Pacific as, and I completely embraced European culture. Unfortunately I experienced a different kind of rejection in this culture: that I am a woman and will never be as good as a man. Once I became sick of that kind of rejection an explosion occurred, and I found myself reevaluating everything I possibly could about my own beliefs. It was a dark and painful process as I discovered and untwisted so many lies that are taught in the church regardless of denomination (to include anything Torah Observant) and broke out of those walls holding me back from walking in my true calling. For those of you who are not aware of this yet, all Natives from every tribe view church culture as we know it today as "white" culture. When the Colonizers settled in America not only did they wrongly slaughter our people AFTER signing treaties and agreements with them, they also forced their culture on them by making them dress, speak, and act like them. The Natives were told repeatedly that worshiping the Father with their own dance and drums was demonic and laws were enacted to prevent them from worshiping in their own cultural context. Still to this day there are churches that tell our Native peoples that they must give up everything native to maintain their salvation. It's not wonder only 5% of our people have any kind of relationship with Yeshua. Now that I have broken free from the religious mindset that was forever trying to silence me and prevent me from achieving the phonomenal things the Father has asked me to do, I have reconnected with my family, my relationship with my mom is phenomenal, doors have opened everywhere in which I have had the privilege of learning my own Cherokee heritage and connect with so many people from many different tribes.

A vision of YHWH given to me at the begining of 2021

It came about when during one of our Shabbat Services at our congregation in Yukon, Oklahoma I could see a young man lying on a stretcher, his entire body covered in leprosy. Confused and fully aware that I was experiencing a vision, I asked the Father who was standing right next to me who the man was.

“It is America,” He replied.

Knowing that the inevitable was about to take place my heart fell and I experienced great sorrow. Finally, the man gasped for air and took his last breath, dying right in front of me. Overcome with emotion over the fate of our country I began to weep, but the Father stopped me saying, “WAIT! Do not weep, but rejoice and watch! For I will do a mighty work in your sight.”

Suddenly, instead of the Father standing next to me He was now dressed like a medic with latex gloves on his hands and standing next to the man on the stretcher. It was as if everything began moving in slow motion and I could see the Father moving his hands in unison over the man’s head to clap them together, while at the same time I was seeing into the man’s body. To my surprise his heart was perfect and untouched by the disease, and as the Father’s hands slapped together over the man’s face I could see a massive surge of energy like lightning course through the man’s body starting from his fingertips and toes and running up to his heart. Each time the Father slapped his hands together he yelled “WAKE UP!” I could hear and feel the power of that energy make a sound like a powerful drum mixed with thunder, and it was hitting the man’s heart as if Yahweh was using defibrillators to jumpstart him back to life.

After seeing Yahweh do this for the third time the man suddenly took a giant breath and awakened! I then could see all that energy that had originally traveled to his heart turn back out and slowly go towards the ends of his body, healing him from all the leprosy as if it had never been there to begin with. The man who represented America was a brand new creation, and as this part of the vision came to an end the Father had me focus back onto the man’s heart. All things dissolved in which I could only see his heart until a map of America appeared and his heart settled upon Oklahoma.

As I was in prayer about this vision the Father spoke to me saying, “America is dying, and as you could see in the vision he will indeed pass away for a time, but I will do a mighty work in reviving him. Gather the ancient peoples in worship unto ME. They are the key to reviving America and healing this nation.”

“But Father, how am I to do this?” I asked.  “Please give me specific details exactly as You want it to be done so no one, not even myself, will be able to add their own agenda into it.”

He answered me saying, “There must be 3 phases starting with the 39 Tribes in Oklahoma, for the Heart and Favor of Your King is with them who have been oppressed and cast aside for hundreds of years without my consent. Gather them in worship unto Me for the first phase. Then gather the rest of the First Nations tribes from across America back into the heartland of Oklahoma for a second gathering of worship unto Me. When that is finished, gather them for a 3rd phase, but this time bring them together from across the world, for there are ancient peoples scattered everywhere and they must know that they are permitted to worship before me in their own cultural context without being condemned, FOR I MADE THEM THAT WAY and rejoice over who I created them to be and glory over their colorful differences.”

I reasoned with the Father that not only could this not be done there was no way in which I could be the one to do it since my own story includes a religious journey that forced me to either reject myself as a Native or reject myself as European. Over time the Father opened my eyes to that rejection and how He wasn’t pleased with it at all saying, “Stop being ashamed of being Native or European. You are BOTH and I am the one who created you that way. Do you think I made a mistake???”

Deeply convicted I educated myself on what truly are demonic practices and was shocked to find out many things our Native peoples were taught by the colonizers about our practices that were not true that they forced us to give up and look exactly like them in order to “properly” worship the Father. I have learned to accept all of me and fully rise up in this calling the Father has chosen me for as a result of this education. Finally, for

this project the Father has commanded me to do this one thing I have been terrified to do: “DO NOT be silent! Share your testimony, for I intend to use it to awaken my people so they too can turn from rejecting themselves into the fullness of who I made them to be as you have.”

1. To unite the ancient tribes around the world through collective worship, starting with the 39 tribes in Oklahoma and spreading out to America and beyond from there.

2. To release worship and the prophetic through ancient styles of music and dance.

3. To share our testimonies of rejection and mixed peoples in order to connect to the hearts of the rejected and awaken them to a new life of glorious abundance and full self expression.

4. For all people to be able to fully express themselves as the King of Kings created them to be, using their own cultural context and understanding in a way that is based on the true and original Hebrew translation and context of the bible.

5. To connect Yahweh’s people so they will be inspired to create relationships and communities that will help reground them to Yahweh’s creation so they can learn how to live off the land again in a way much like the ancients used to in highly organized, tight, safe, spiritual, and effective communities.