Little Feathers Journal

'This and That Pt. 2'

Im uplifted by the strength in the skies and of the winds... keeping me aloft, as its needed; a breath to begin and a stretch to send... just a few minor signals to my body, head, heart and my mind.

Taking me along for the ride is a newly matured phoenix.

He's lived in this world before, but he's far removed from remembering anything that gives him understanding.

Instead he has flashback like moments, those of which only awakens the eyes and opens the mind.

On its back, his wings open wide... and to cover the extent of whats riding on his backside, we adorned him with a special blanket.

It's where the riders will sit.

He's steadily being pushed to the limits of his physicalities.

We've sowed sparingly as of lately and while we'd jump quickly for the reaping of benefits; the potential for wreckage stands out amongst the most probable factors, as we dismiss proper planning.

Its all about the little things, the 'This and the That'of it all.

And this gotta be the substance that gives back.

As an investor in all things that offer me benefit and/or reward.

I soon become perplexed by the loss of time.

Bits and pieces of materials, found to be nearest to that of my changed mind.

Only the nature of the spirit speaks about such pleasures.

Defining the aspects of the phsycological paradox... but is it a game that we're playing?

Well, thats to be determined.

Yet, the achivers are usually set to reach gaming levels like these; 'Beginner', 'Moderate' and 'Skilled'.

Feather of my feather, skin to skin.

I long to behold the fruits of trees planted by me.

I seek to embrace nature's worth as found in the roots of its being.

Starting at the sprouting of its seed, is the longest branch yet to be seen.

Expressing ones self gets easier as time travels ahead.

It's titled 'Hope Be Told', it's about a young wind whisperer who becomes metaphysically activated and awakened to the presence of hope, in the face of adversity, he eventually overcomes his obstacles by believing in the spiritual realities that reflects his destiny, found in open and closed eyes.

No matter the clarity of sight/vision, the environment obtains its glories. In its most perfectly pure form; a mixture of achievements and the lack there of, only suggesting balance.

Giving and taking, pushing and pulling, asking and receiving, living and dying; the sick and the healthy, the rich and the poor, the satisfied and the unfulfilled, the religious and the non religious, the good and bad, the angel and the demon, the Savior and the Devil, and in black and white too. One goes with the other.

And after having been connected to the Earth around me for so long.

I still get signals of needing to have a hopefulness about myself.

To this point...

I go, embarking on an insightful quest; edgy, wild and new; generating energy, that sustains the village when its due, and with time, space, physical property / matter being moved around, and from one place to another; inspiration soon comes about.

All things taking form.

And the village still lifts me up.

Providing me with encouragement and support; all of which I do cherish.

In due time, may God be willing, we could be roaring in riches.

Though I am still only dreaming about - one day having financial freedom, independence, security and wealth.

Please Lord pass along the good luck this holiday season. ☺️

Written by: Little Feather Wittentale

July 14, 2026 - 07:35 AM

A Holy Day and a Holy Night.

A song of God's Praises Fills the Air.

Thank you my Heavenly Father, for I am with you.

A Holy Day and a Holy Night...

The Star of Christmas shall shine ever so brightly.

In the North Pole, Santa's 'Good Works' are world renowned.

What is a gift unto a man, who has to wait for Christmas to know who he is?

The answer: The Gift is Knowledge of Self.

At a desired time, due unto him.

Living under God's Grace and made known to him, he becomes aware of the Temptations of Christ and the evils of this world... some even say "The evils of the Devil himself".

Round and Round the days of the year will go.

A Holy Mans vision has become clear in the day of his knowing.

As if blindness is unto those who know not.

And I pray, Be ye Blessed anyway.

.Amen. .Amen. .Amen.

Im not the average sight, and I don't give way to freight.

I am a bit up the ladder, if Jacob (of Jacobs Ladder), had ever stood by one.

God Bless you sir.

.Amen.

I can be further than Egypts many sand dunes.

I can be closer than my own breath.

I can pray for as much as I'd ever prayed... and then will I know just how much I have done so.

Hallelujah! Hossanna! and Thank you Jesus.

A Holy Day and a Holy Night.

It must be, Santa's gift unto someone special.

For the Good is by the Good, of the Good is to the Good. Blessed be the man on his day of birth. Blessed be the hand that he feeds himself with.

Blessed be his spirit so that he appears unto man as soft as God's Grace will be, and unto him is all that he's given; and unto all of whom he, as or if he shall welcome them.

Yet a Holy Day and a Holy Night, Is what I have come to write about.

Satan's last trick was not a trick at all... do he long for Heavens gate, built within man, or do he switch places with man and renders the gate lost unto man?

Well, as it turns out...

Satan longed for Heavens gate in man and a trick was not even in mind.

*Sidebar, Dear God I pray, this time for Satan's sake. I pray that Satan's, aka Mr. Sapien himself, could one day wield the blessings of all of his 'Good Works' and all of his 'Good Deeds'. .Amen.

A Holy Day and a Holy Night...

Snow falls in due season, gifts are unto the wanting and unto the needy.

Uplifting the spirits of the youth and adults for ever more.

Highlighting God's grace and his blessings, a peace spoken in that of the spirit and sent forth before every door.

Clean like the cloth around ones neck.

Clean like the mouths of men after brushing ones teeth.

Clean like the skin following a shower...

And still A Holy Day and a Holy Night has to one day be in, its very own due time.

And then to dwell therein the bodies of man and women alike.

.Amen. .Amen. .Amen.

The end.

And until next time.

Written by: Little Feather Wittentale

July 14, 2026 - 08:40PM

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'I Admit It: I am Poor, A Poor Man, I am'.

Yes, I Admit it, I am Poor; A poor man I am.

I will and shall shout from the mountain tops, at the tops of any hill as well and too, down and throughout all of the valley's. (Credit to Mr. Martin Luther King Jr.).

I Admit it, I am Poor; A poor man I am.

I have lived for 37 years and counting. I grew up with a modest upbringing. My mom did the very best with what she had, working her every job, to provide an economically supported living for her 3 children.

And in Spirit, Body, Heart and Soul, the Grace of God, given and gifted unto my mother, was indeed shared with her children to advance all of our lives together.

My Dad was in and out of the family picture, as if it would only feature myself, my mom and him.

But, even then... my mom withstood the odds and prayed the burdens away and prayed the spirit protection over and through her children, and surely the Holy Ghost would come to fulfill his Good Works and Good Deeds.

Hallelujah! Hosanna!

I Admit it, I am Poor; A poor man I am.

I would one day grow up to realize my most relevant position in this world of worlds and by doing so, I would see that my economic standing was the most regarded aspect of human living, as if living as a human; had one day been regarded as living as 1 with God, 1 with the 'Good' Lord, 1 with nature, and/or 1 with humanity, henceforth - a man for a man and a woman for a woman.

I Admit it, I am Poor; A poor man I am.

I cannot afford to buy all of the things that appear before my eyes.

I don't always have enough of what I think of 'time', to make a 'sound' decision to buy or reject buying something that becomes 'caught' in my crosshairs, or by my grip, I become attuned to a 'purchase' alike bait for a fish, and fishing for a meal, very much so... and needing that 'catch'.

I Admit it, I am Poor; A poor man I am.

I try to put forth all of the conditions of my living; offering to My 'Good' Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, the Son, Jesus Christ the Holy Ghost Spirit, And Jesus, God the Father of the Son, Jesus Christ/Christ Jesus and the Jesus Christ Holy Ghost Spirit.

I do this because my Faith and Spirit of my Faith tells me to do that and more.

My Faithfulness is often measured by things that I understand and/or things that I have yet to understand, but as I can write now... one of those measures are 'Good Works' and 'Good Deeds'.

'Good works' are known to men as are 'Good Deeds'.

It is within this range of the most fitting, blessings returned are as if its for and means well by men, and for man having been participating/practicing his faith, and by having relevent 'services' rendered...

Blessings would be and are due to come.

This is what the members of the faith, often called the faithful... this is something that is well known.

Amen Lord, God Bless You and Thank you for being with me.

May you cover me in the grace of todays need, so that I can convey your message of peace.

In the times of the reading and regarding of any and/or all of the stories of biblical days, passing and past...

I pray Lord that if every tongue shall be asked to speak of your name, that added unto men today, shall be to consider of own ways and declare ourselves the messenger of the faith and until our dying day...

I pray Lord, let the spirit of the ressurection, the life, and the revival of the faith, and the faithful... be the light shown before and beyond oneself, and before and behind oneself too.

.Amen. Lord, .Amen.

I Admit it, I am Poor; A poor man I am.

I am a poor man and now I can say that I know it too. I am admitted to myself and to another person that I am poor.

I am writing to express those sentiments once again.

And I would also like to add that, the burdens of any one persons life... is said to not be greater than the burdens to be lifted, at a moments notice and with proper regard, with and by the powers that God the Father, Jesus Christ-Christ Jesus, shall move throughout this world and throughout the Christian religion, (Baptist faith).

For it is the faithful that are blessed and unto them a blessing is due. For it is unto the believers in the coming of the Lord, believing that he was crucified in our image and likeness, his flesh was symbolically as if and when Man 'Humanity' bore its every sin, for men, women and children too.

Bringing humanity, once again into the Grace of God and the ever present sense and/or state of humanities evolving itself.

For it is unto the faithful, and even unto the people of this world, the message(s) of God, message(s) of Peace, message(s) of war, message(s) of the Gospel; and these things are also extended unto that of any song of the Gospel genre of music.

And this is as if, any of message(s) of God, Jesus, the Father, comes from the very spirits of the churches as well and spreads out from the Faith, unto the Faithful and beyond; until what comes back is... it is well/it is done/it has come to pass.

The End.

And Until next time, peace out.

Written by: Little Feather Wittentale

July 13, 2026 - 07:53 PM

In a 'Socialistic' world, socializing is primarily what you'll do to get ahead. So, by knowing this, you'll have to one day come to admit to yourself and/or maybe to another person that you are a 'socialist'.

First things first... If you are a part/member of a religion, it is and can be often seen as being one of the most important things, in that of a persons life... if not the most important.

With that said, when you are a member of an organization, organizing becomes what you will do to get ahead.

Basically, tying in and/or together with the rest of what I have wrote...

By living in a 'Socialistic' world, and by being a socialist, you will socialize and be regarded as someone who socializes for the betterment of oneself and the group/organization, i.e. the religion that is most relevant.

And this is because it is either the most important thing that one/you could do, and/or one of the most important things that one/you could/should/would or will do.

The form of Government that you have ascribed to, may in fact and/or in deed and maybe even in 'TRUST' or in 'Faith', be 'Democratic' or 'Reppublican', and some even ascribe to being 'Independent' and this is only as for the United States of America.

However, once upon a time... an idea of a form of government, officially called 'socialist' and as if being 'socialistic' would be the way to go... this idea was floated into the 'House' of representation.

This idea though, was by default accepted, but it did not come without commentary.

Folks out right denied the relevance of a 'socialist' government, and had many things to say... and of course later on, what will be concluded is that folks were already sold out and so steep in debt to their own image before society, that they could only end up on the wrong side of 'History', if the spirits of this Nation themselves, sent forth the term that best fits and suites them, and it most certainly could not be abused, and by any authority and/or power - might I add... denied, rejected, overlooked or misdirected.

From my mind, my memory, my spirit-body and unto you, via Tumblr...

What the word 'Socialist' means to me, what the word 'Socialistic' means to me, and how Socializing becomes the way to travel the world, get to know oneself, ones position and/or ones standing in the world, as we come to know it.

And now I can say... all that is well, is always sent from the relevent source of creation, and this is now known.

The End.

Peace out and until next time.

Written by: Little Feather Wittentale

July 13, 2026 - 07:05 PM

First, I think of how and where we've met and/or have been introduced.

Now, declare your intentions and I will do the same

Me: My intentions are sometimes to spread the message of the Gospel of Jesus Christ.

Sometimes, mu intentions are to meet individuals who are also looking to meet other people.

And if I can add one more thing... my intentions are also to grow closer to the spirit that seeks to grow closer to me.

Next, do you mean well by me?

Me: I mean you well, unconditionally.

Do you plan to meet good people or do they seem to appear for you, as if you've ran out of all of the good in a person that seemingly shows up with another person, as if you have attracted the need and grew closer to beg of the source of the providing?

Me: I may not always be good, but the spirit of the 'Good' Lord guides me and keeps me on a path where my 'Good works' and/or my 'Good' deeds are as recognizable as I am.

Are you gay? Are you a lesbian? Do you identify with the LGBTQ community?

Me: I am gay.

What is your nationality?

I am Black American and American Indian.

And lastly?

When you have nothing left, do you cry, do you pray, do you reach out to someone who can help you? Or do you give up?

Me: I may do all of these things, but I would also like to say that after having typed what I did... I would like to pray more, and certainly more, before I choose to give up.

The End.

And until next time, peace out.

Written by: Eric C. 'Little Feather Wittentale' White.

A few graphic images that I created on the Free App Canva.

'The Easter Flower': The 'Black Easter to Come'.

God Bless God, Jesus, the Father the Son and the Holy Ghost Spirits.

Hark, O Israel.

The day has come.

Another son of the faith has chosen to atone for his own sin, baring his portions worth of sinful works and/or deeds.

To be reconciled in the eyes of God and Man is his return.

The world over is in his vision, a way in and a way out is not in the knowing, nor is a way around.

So, the rising and the resting of the sun and the moon... becomes him, ever so briefly.

Many parts of the world within and around him, becomes his destiny, though with words that I can speak... he's a savior by choice, his ressurection is assured, he arose on the third day following.

His celebration day is the following and upcoming holiday, Easter. Some even called it 'Black' Easter.

A Holiday, though a day where a young adult man, Brown skinned... yet Blackened in the reflection of any pair of eyes.

Baptist, Christian... a son of the faith, is a son of a saint. Guarded, guided and inspired by a blessed and a growing intelligence that gives rise to more young adult men, just like himself.

No, his name isn't Jesus Christ, but in his light... he bares his name, but with his own name... he is free. Free from the thought of being cast out.

For his own names sake, he becomes a savior by ressurection, by association, by the spirit of revival, and by the spirit of its foundings...

His home church, the church of his official baptism becomes in spirit, his refuge.

His home church becomes the church of his faith, his spirit of revival, his spirit of resurrection, his rise and his rest... his growing and his knowing.

Lost unto none, because God's grace has fallen on man's eyes, heart, body, spirit and soul.

Doing the work that God called unto him.

Spreading the message of the Gospel.

Singing just like his ancestors, in faith.

He becomes a blessing unto all who would receive him.

Continuation...

A day of atonement leads the way, as it bares its own weight...

I realize that its safer for me to keep to my nearest cross - updated and with the relevent spirit(s), hoping to ensure safety for myself and /or others.

Producing such a record could only benefit me in the long run, and recording my activities with the portions of my spirit that needs to be aware and solidly burden and grief free; let's me know that my hands are clean, my intentions are clean, my path is clean, my past is cleaner, and my future is coming at its due time.

Over the winter I got a chance to thicken my roots, I'm now a full grown tree and I no longer fear being me.

I no longer fear being alone, and instead I am simply saying that I am capable of being aware of a Love, A Power, and a Graceful presence; and I could only speak my mind.

I think that I can get a little social support credits (as these individuals may show themselves at a time of their own choosing, but anyway... I do have more to say about this 'slavery' shit.

My mother's land is America, and even if America was known by another name, I'll still recognize my native lands, for as what they are currently; and so by saying so...

I have to say too, that it is truly interesting to see some of these people get up and say bad things to me and/or doing bad things to me, without having yet, a very violent reaction happening and including them of course, yet I digress.

Father God, I Pray that I can return to patience. Amen.

I atoned for my sins and I may have even bore sins for other folks, who may have believed that Jesus would do such a thing.

And so, because I am trying to be carefully considerate of all things going on in and around me, I'll just get on with myself. So, I guess I will leave the open conversation(s) like this...

After weeks went by(from the time of December the previous year, Easter came unto thine eyes, mind, and/or spirit-body at a time when I couldn't have really recognized why it (as it relates to me) was happening at all anyway.

And so, I guess I will say a BIG Thank You to this 'Planet', 'Earth'.

I'd like to thank you for defending me, and I'd like to thank you for being light hearted and thoughtful, considerate and responsible.

I have to take another moment to say, those are some very good qualities, you are blessed and I love you ❤️.

'Black Easter' becomes me. Let the day that I find out just how my spirit feels about any one, or any sum of things (physically), mostly of whats on my mind, can only reference a few instances that brought me burden, grief, or injuries (accompanied with bruises, pains, and/or may it be another such issue that I am not aware of.

Awakened are my eyes, and unto the activities of those who were closest to me, knowing my disability, I have to try to dial back the fire that I might be responsible for blowing out, if I do let it go haphazardly.

But let me pray real quick, I feel some stuff shifting, and/or being moved around...

Yet Im thinking of running to a private place, so that I can pray while nobody is listening...

Dear Father God, I Pray.

May my privacy be restored in full, may my faith be rested (and beit though, as if I am standing, I'd be readily aware, present and at attention, and at a moments notice too.

I'll still be catching the slightest of movements and collecting all of the relevent data that says that my feeling(s) aren't just made up of and/or simply byproducts of deceptiousness, demon activity, theft, the demon had been stealing my cigarettes and what not, no robberies witnessed, but whatever....

I also wanna know that I have learned about the difference in the location of myself, as apart from the location of me now saying so.

Yet, those moved could give false signal, and those impressions could spark real fires.

Though, I'll be available for the slightest of changes, you know me.

Thank you Father,

Amen, Amen, Amen.

*Inferential: R.I.P. Mr. Sam Cooke.

May God rest his soul.

Amen.

Written by: Little Feather Wittentale

July 3, 2026 - 12:37 AM