in 2019, my husband‘s, Duane, work sent us out to the Western Hills of South Dakota for four months. We were going to stay in the beautiful Spearfish area nestled in the pines. The campground was pretty nice and the owners were fantastic. I looked forward to going and whiling away my days painting and praying without the interruption of home and garden chores. I knew that we would be located between two large Native American reservations and the Holy Spirit pressed upon my heart to pray for these people, especially the missing women. I was led to walk and pray over the area we camped by daily for the Holy Spirit to bring restitution to this place here in the Black Hills per Acts 3:21 Whom the heaven must receive until the times of arestitution of all things, which God hath spoken by the mouth of all his holy prophets since the world began.
It was dawning on me that I was being given a new task by God. This was aligning along with my prayer language recently changing into a softer more conversational Indigen sound causing within me an awareness of my soul having some pretty in depth conversations with the Holy Spirit. this included more vivid visions and a knowing that we were to visit the Devils Tower butte in Wyoming to pray for the land.
Our times in the westernHills were great, lots of sightseeing, lots of communing with Jesus, lots of painting, and some traveling between there and home. Towards the end of our stay, I was led to go home and bring back a print of the piece I called Soar and gift it to the campground owner. She graciously accepted it and hung it in her home.
We still had not been to the Tower as every time we ventured in that direction, the worst hail storms would kick up and ground us in a deep fog that would prevent us from seeing the monolith. it was starting to get weird. Supernatural weird. I prayed against it and left the weather conditions along with the timing of our Tower visit to God.
It wasn‘t long and the day came when Du said he was being sent to another project and that we would be going home soon and if we wanted to see Devils Tower it was now or not at al. We drove over to Wyoming that next weekend and crazy enough! the weather was beautiful and clear as almost every other day that summer. We went. We sat amongst the prayer ribbons tied to the trees and looked out upon the vista and prayed. For the prayers offered up. For those that prayed them. For the land they lived on. Forvyhe memories it held. Mission complete and thank you Jesus for our time of respite here and to all the its glory to you and home to Minnesota we went to our regular lives of people, projects and home.
The new work season of 2020 started with us being sent back to the Hills. Woot! Great! Since it was the pretty much the same area I made reservations at the same campground. Du was hoping for place a little closer so he would have little daily commute time. He was thinking Sturgis. Sturgis! The place of endless bars and lot’s of motorcycles! Nope! And the only place I found suitable for a long term stay had the craziest, goofiest name that I could not get past. So after “a talk“ we loaded up the camper and off we went back to the same campground as before.
We had no more shut off the truck when the owner came running over and told me "now do not be mad but I had to give that print away." I told her that that was perfectly fine but why? She then told me the story of a lady that had come to stay with her during the last bike rally to recover from a fall. It seems every time the lady looked at the painting, Soar, she could see things in it that no one else could. She said it spoke to her soul. She knew it was for her and this feeling was confirmed to all of the household as she was healed of her injury. Well thank you Jesus!
It was about two weeks into our stay when Du arrived back at the end of his long day and said we need to move on down the road to the Sturgis area. No!! Not to the land of bars and pavement and little else! But the job is the job and we moved. the owner came to say good bye and said it was a shame we had to go but hoped that we had enjoyed staying in one if three of her best lots. I asked her why it was one of her best? Well because of the view! with that I became aware of that for our entire time there, both years! We had a primo unobstructed view of the hills. Everyone else had views if another camper. I had completely taken it for granted!
And in the usual Plains State style, we continued to say good bye for another half hour. At last we left. Onward and upward to the new site. Just as we hit the freeway, we saw a big RV camper lose its tow car and create chaos directly ahead of us. A sign! I knew it! We were nor supposed to go! But go we still went. As we pulled up to the new campground office to register, they explained that what we saw was the main campground, which by the way was not a parking lot and bar, and that people like us that were there for a longer duration were put in the back for peace and privacy. We followed the guy in his golf cart down around cabins to a small dirt road and went up into the trees. And all of a sudden we came around a bend and it all opened up into a terraced setting equalling the grandest of amphitheater's! And we were to be parked at the very top, alone on a terrace overlooking it all! It was almost paradise.
Our days settled into routine and I sat at the little table and painted and prayed. i was awakened to the beauty of the Black Hills and would not take it gor granted again. One morning my attention was drawn out the window to someone peering at me from the trees mere yards away. I looked again! I saw an ancient man, a Native American warrior, dressed in buckskin type pants with his hair tied back. My attention was drawn me to light colored bracelet he was wearing on his left wrist. He held no weapons and His hands were open. Now having seen ghosts, demons and the supernatural for so long I rebuked him and sent him to Jesus. He did not move. I rebuked him again. He did not move. I asked the Holy Spirit "what gives?" I rebuked him again and spoke the verse from Romans 14:11 For it is written, “As I live, says the Lord, every knee shall bow to Me, And every tongue shall give praise to God". He knelt. So again I asked the Holy Spirit "what gives?" I heard "watch". I heard "listen".
All at once he pointed to the bottom of the basin we were camping in and visions began streaming through my thoughts. Visions of an Indigen tribe enjoying their day together in the sunshine, singing, cooking and dancing and worshiping their Creator, our God. Their God, Same God. Children were playing. The time was in the later 1800s.
The visions were of horse drawn wagons of missionaries arriving into this camp. People, who in the Name of God, berated these First People calling them “heathens“ while demanding the children to be brought to the mission school to be reformed. Ahhh! So thats why I was there. That was no sign on the freeway with the RV! that was a ploy by the evil one to dissuade us from going. It did not want us to pray for these victimized people who used to be let alone to stand in the gap for them and ask God to bless them, the area or heal the memories that this land was holding on to.
I went outside and walked the entire basin area praying in tongues. For these people who left thus world more than a hundred years ago. To ask forgiveness for what once happened. To ask God to bless the time, the people, the land and in His mercies remove the seeds of ugly ignorance these missionaries left behind.
This unretouched picture is where I saw the women dancing in a circle. It seemed like minutes but it was over an hour later when I went left to walk back up to the camper. As I left, I saw the vision of these women stopping their dance and wave at me in acknowledgment. I saw them. They saw Jesus in me. The gentleman was now gone. Whatever had happened was now in Gods good hands..
As you are a Christian... do the same in your own home and neighborhood. God does not care who said what or did what, healings need to happen.
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