Friday, September 16, 2005

The Collapse of Society in New Orleans?

I was wondering whether we were watching a collapse of society in what we were seeing in New Orleans, or perhaps we were seeing the results of a previous collapse of society in those who have become sheep, those who believe it is the government's responsibility to take care of them. Perhaps we should teach these people to take care of themselves, perhaps someone should have taught them long ago they are responsible for where they find themselves, and they are expected to act to survive, not just sit around waiting for someone to save themselves. They really did remind me of a sheep that we had once. It had tried to cross a creek that was partially frozen, and had broken through the ice. It laid there in the water, not even struggling, just bleating now and then. The water was only three inches deep! It could have stood up and walked out! We had to put a rope on it and pull it out onto the bank.

Wednesday, September 7, 2005

The Animated Feature Film

Copyright 1989, Jana L. Shellman


A young boy, JR wishes his teddy bear, Threadbare Fred Bear, (made by JR’s Mom out of his old blue jeans with a red velvet heart and a red bow) were real so he’d have someone to play with. Just as JR is about to say, but teddy bears can’t be real, Fred Bear comes to life, takes him to The Wish Factory (via JR’s closet and via the wishing tunnel) where he learns how wishes, hopes, daydreams, and prayers are made manifest. Adventures ensue. Each adventure illustrates the folly of "unwishing" one’s wishes, thinking negative thoughts, etc., and one adventure even shows the consequences of not following up on one’s dreams. Ultimately, it shows that when more than one person have the same wish (hope, dream or prayer) it almost always comes true. For some wishes to come true everything in the world must move over a fraction of an inch to allow it to happen. Some wishes take much longer than others to come true.

I envision, the Wish Factory itself as a pastel rendition of a factory (think of Gaudi’s Cathedral in Barcelona)...the elves are all different, and fit their descriptive names.

Threadbare Fred Bear doesn’t have wings in the first part, not until the very end, where it is revealed that Fred is really JR’s guardian angel in disguise. Fred is a handsome man with chiseled features, a strong man, who grows into a 12 foot avenging angel when the need arises.

If you'd like to see more on this, or would like to get a copy of my screenplay, please email me.

Sunday, September 4, 2005

Synchronicity and God and the Universe

Synchronicity is an interesting subject.  I look at synchronicity as events that occur, as if by chance, but not by that occur because of who we are, what we are thinking, how the "atoms" of our existence rub against the "atoms" of everyone and everything else.   My concept of religion and the universe is somewhat strange.  For a year or so I worked in the Organic Chemistry Department at the University of Illinois.  Part of my job was drawing the shapes and stuff that went with the organic chemical formula.  I never knew what they all meant, and anything I learned I learned sort of by osmosis.   I learned a lot about DNA and RNA back in 1961 and 1962.  That's what they were working on back then, and I typed the papers that were bound into journals and mailed out across the country to other scientists who were interested in the subject.   That was a sort of synchronicity in itself.   The process of looking at those chemical formulae and symbols made me look at the symbol for the atom more closely.   One of the first things I really noticed about the "structure" of an atom, was that it was also the model of the "structure" of the universe.   I learned there was energy in the center of an atom.  That lead me to believe there was also energy in the center of  the universe...or rather in the center of all the universe(s) that exist.  That all of the planets in a solar system were whirling around the universe like atoms whirling around the nucleus of a cell, and that there might be other solar systems whirling around within the universe, and I reasoned that at the very center of all of these whirling solar systems there was an Energy holding it all together.   And, just as in an atom, each of the neutrons whirling around are "connected" to the center and to one another, that the same is true of the solar systems.


A nitrogen atom with electrons in two energy levels and sub-shells.

I also reasoned that since we are all made up of atoms, that we, each of us are a "solar system" and that we are connected to one another by this same energy, and as well we are connected to the Energy at the very center of the Universe.  I also reason that this Energy is what many call God.

As a result of this understanding and much more, I invented my Synchronicity Cards....You can go to my website and order them in two versions, under Synchronicity Cards...    below is a brief description of what they are and what they do.

These Synchronicity Cards will guide you in your choices of action and thought. When you have a serious consideration to make, or if you are troubled by events, and don’t know what step to take, what thoughts to think, shuffle the cards, and choose one. However, you might find that cards "jump" out of the deck, and fall to the table or the floor Please read these cards...they want to be read! The purpose of these cards is to guide you toward a more positive way of thinking, to help you continue your adventure toward fulfilling your wishes, hopes and dreams, and having a good life. Please contact us if you have good experiences to tell us with regard to your use of the cards.

The cards come in two versions, one is the Christian version with Bible verses included.  See below for a sample of some of the cards.

I also have available a Native American version of the Synchronicity Cards which are liked better by some.   A samples of the Native American cards are below as well.

There are 64 cards in each pack.   I invented the cards because I used to see my grandmother hold the Bible open and close her eyes, run her finger down the page and say "This is what God wants me to know today."   I find the cards will tell you what you need to know for each particular issue in your life.   Many people use them when they are dealing with problems that make it difficult to think.  I've had many people tell me it has helped them through dealing with cancer and other illnesses, handling difficult relationships, divorce, suicides, and death.  It has helped them through almost every situation you can imagine.

Wednesday, August 31, 2005

Talking to the Other Side

Talking to the other side is relatively easy!!  

If you’re a fan of John Edward, you’ll remember that he always says, "you don’t need me to do this." And he’s right. Each one of us has the means to communicate with the other side.

Talking to the Other Side will help teach you how to do that. It will teach you how to protect yourself from malevolent entities (you saw the Exorcist?) who might try to possess you or harm you.

It will tell you how to speak with your friends, family and even pets who have crossed over. (I don’t think the pets talk back, but they do communicate, and I’ll teach you how to recognize when they’re around.)

The book itself.   The writing of this book was interrupted by my heart attack and my triple bypass.   I intend to get back to it, but getting healthy became a full-time job.  If you're interested in this subject, send me an email and let me know, and I'll finish it....   TALKING TO THE OTHER SIDE




Published by Threadbare Publishing, a subsidiary of

The Wish Factory, Inc., 318 W. Leith Street, Fort Wayne, Indiana 46807-1439

©Jana L. Shellman, 2004


A preliminary precaution that I urge you to observe. Working with Spiritualism and the other side, and anything of the "supernatural" type, requires that you protect yourself from evil and malevolence that may exist. In order to do this, I urge you to first surround yourself with the "white light" protection of God.

I do this visually and mentally, by stretching my arms over my head and drawing a protective circle of white light around myself, and saying "Thank you God for protecting me from all evil, and thank you for bringing only good into my understanding."

Another practice that will protect you, not only while contacting the other side, but in your daily life is to read the 91st Psalm. It is a Psalm of Protection, and as you read it, envision the Guardian Angels of God protecting you from all evil.

I can’t express strongly enough the importance of this exercise. I’m certain there is evil in the world, and I am certain I am protected from it by God and my Guardian angels. Please make certain you are protected as well.



91st Psalm

He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.

I will say of the Lord, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in him will I trust.

Surely he shall deliver thee from the snare of the fowler, and from the noisome pestilence.

He shall cover thee with his feathers, and under his wings shalt thou trust: his truth shall be thy shield and buckler.

Thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night; nor for the arrow that flieth by day; Nor for the pestilence that walketh in darkness; nor for the destruction that wasteth at noonday.

A thousand shall fall at thy side, and ten thousand at thy right hand; but it shall not come nigh thee.

Only with thine eyes shalt thou behold and see the reward of the wicked.

Because thou hast made the Lord, which is my refuge, even the most High, thy habitation;

There shall no evil befall thee, neither shall any plague come nigh thy dwelling.
For he shall give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways.

They shall bear thee up in their hands, lest thou dash thy foot against a stone.Thou shalt tread upon the lion and adder: the young lion and the dragon shalt thou trample under feet.

Because he hath set his love upon me, therefore will I deliver him: I will set him on high, because he hath known my name.

He shall call upon me, and I will answer him: I will be with him in trouble; I will deliver him, and honour him.

With long life will I satisfy him, and shew him my salvation.


It was an accident when I learned I could talk to the other side. As a Native American I'd been cautioned not to say the deceased person's name, because it would bring them to you.

I reasoned, therefore, if I wanted to speak with someone who had crossed over, I might be able to call them by their full name.

Sometimes it works, and sometimes it doesn't. It sometimes has very surprising results!!

  For years I knew I had a Guardian Angel, and I knew his name was Freddie, but I never imagined he was someone I knew in this life.

He was with me all of the time for a very long time. I pictured him as an Indian Chief wearing the long feather war bonnet with his arms crossed over his chest. This should have been a clue.

Interestingly, I had a cat named Freddie Cougar. My son named him that, so a cat named Fred isn't too weird, along with an angel named Fred. But then I wrote a book, and named the main character, a teddy bear made of raggedy old blue jeans of my son’s, Threadbare Fred Bear. The plot thickens!

I went to the funeral of a classmate's husband. Her husband had a number of brothers still living, and I stood with them before the funeral as they spoke. They share a distinctive sound to their voices.

I went to sit in the back, and sitting quietly, I began to speak to my guardian angel. I did that a lot.

When he answered me I was astonished.

These brothers had another brother who had died quite young in an auto accident. He had been a good friend of mine in high school. For Halloween one year, we'd collaborated on costumes. He dressed as Elvis, and I dressed as his hound dog. We won first prize! He had the lead in an operetta where he was an Indian chief, wearing a war bonnet. As he sang the main theme of the operetta, he stood mid-stage, his arms crossed over his chest, and his head back. His name was Freddy.

The relationship between Freddy and I on this side was platonic, but I greatly admired his talent. He was a terrific actor and when I lived in California I often mentioned him when I was with actors. We were good friends, and I counted on him on many occasions in high school. He was a fabulous dancer. His thespian talents were legend in our school.

I was greatly distressed to hear of Freddy’s untimely death, but I guess I "kept him alive" in my memories, and when the subject of acting came up (which it often did when I lived in California) I would mention him by his full name. Its no wonder he became my guardian angel.

Did you ever notice "Elvis" can be rearranged to spell "lives"? Well, speaking of Elvis as I have in the last two paragraphs, I was watching a show on television about the King. They announced that he had done something outrageous. I asked, saying his full name, "Did you really do that?" And Elvis answered me. In my head, I heard his voice, clear as a bell, and he said "No, Ma'am, I didn't." I said "Oh! I'm sorry I bothered you." He said, "That's all right." I swear on a stack of Bibles...its true.

I did want to tell you how I think this system works. It doesn't work every time you call. If you don't know what the person's voice sounds like, I'm not sure you can know that you're hearing it. Perhaps this is just something that happens with people who are more psychic than others. Most of the people I know say it works, but a lot of the people I know are at least part Indian. I think perhaps it has to do with the culture in which you were raised...or at least the belief system in which you were raised. Most American Indians won't look at you cross-eyed if you say you've been speaking to spirits.

(Remember if you want to read more, email me and I'll see if I can't get around to finishing this book...thanks)

Saturday, August 27, 2005

Being Indian



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" You can never be part Indian. You are or you are not. It is, not the quantity of Indian blood that runs through your veins that is important, but the quality of it..... your pride in being. I have seen full-bloods who care very little for their people and their ancestors, yet I have seen people with as little as 1/50th. blood quantum who inspire nations. They are truly proud of their people and ancestors. Embrace these brothers and sisters who care so much. They are our life and future." James Branham -- A Monacan Indian

I remember my grandmother telling me of my Indian roots many years ago, and telling me, "shhh" with her finger to her lips, "we don't tell anyone else, we have to keep it to ourselves." I promptly forgot about it...its easier to forget a secret than to keep it. But throughout my life, my grandmother taught me the things I would later learn are the basis of what she learned from her Grandmother, a Shawnee woman, who married a Swiss farmer. These concepts were pride in oneself "you're just as good as anyone else." Gossip "its conceited for you to believe people are talking about you", Gossip and Kindness, "Its wrong to talk about other people". And many other concepts, including "you're a very lucky child to be born in the United States of America."

Many people don't understand the enormous pride Native American Indians take in the United States of America. We proudly place the American flag at our campsites, and in front of our homes. It is our country, and we love it.
Of course, there are those among us who believe "they" should give us our land back. But those people among us who believe that don't understand the concept our Grandfathers had about the land itself. Nobody owned the land that was taken by the white settlers. The U.S. Government who "purchased" it from the Indians didn't understand the Indians didn't have the right to "sell" it! They also don't understand the concept that our forefathers were responsible for their actions, but our contemporaries of every race and religion have no responsibility for the actions taken hundreds of years ago. Thus, present day Indians have no right to be compensated for the wrongs perpetrated against their ancestors, any more than African-Americans should be compensated for the slavery of their ancestors. Life is now. Each individual is responsible for where he finds himself, and should blame no one, particularly the Creator for his present situation.

Before the 2000 census, I told all of my friends who were even a fractional part Native American Indian to mark the census to proclaim their heritage. For many years our families have kept to themselves the information that their blood contained that of our Indian grandfathers. We are of the People. We must embrace our heritage, no matter the percentage of blood we contain that is of the People.

I, jokingly, say, "now they think of guarding the borders...just several hundred years too late!!" I'll be the first to admit that hiring Indians to guard our borders from terrorists is a terrific idea. Not only does it give our unemployed Warriors a proud occupation, but it is the beginning of the solution of a problem on the reservations. The Indian women on reservations always have an occupation, besides their hunting and gathering or whatever method they use to keep their families fed, they have the job of keeping the family together.  For this reason, guarding the boarders is a good occupation for our men.

The culture tends to be matriarchal in that the woman is the head of the family, although the Chief, and all of the other Warriors had the job of protecting the tribes and the families. The culture tends to look to the wisdom of their elders, including the wisdom of the elder women of the tribe for guidance in their lives.

"So live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart. Trouble no one about their religion; respect others in their view, and demand that they respect yours. Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life. Seek to make your life long and its purpose in the service of your people. Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide. Always give a word or a sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend, even a stranger, when in a lonely place. Show respect to all people and grovel to none. When you arise in the morning give thanks for the food and for the joy of living. If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies only in yourself. Abuse no one and no thing, for abuse turns the wise ones to fools and robs the spirit of its vision. When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song and die like a hero going home."

Chief Tecumseh, Shawnee Nation

That's pretty much the way I was brought up.  Those were the values that were instilled in me by my parents and my grandparents.    I'd like to believe they came down through my Shawnee great-great grandmother, and that those values will continue in my family, and in this country, forever.



I just love that stompin' Tatonka!!

"Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life.
Seek to make your life long and its purpose in the service of your people.
Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide.
Always give a word or sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend, even a stranger, when in a lonely place.

Show respect to all people and grovel to none.

When you arise in the morning give thanks for the food and for the joy of living.

If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies only in yourself.
Abuse no one and no thing, for abuse turns the wise ones to fools and robs the spirit of its vision.

When it comes toyour time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way.
Sing your death song and die like a hero going home."    Tecumseh,

A male child born to a Shawnee was given a name within ten days. A female child was named within twelve days. The name was either bestowed by a parent or by some trusted friend of the family, called a "conferrer". An "unsoma", or social classification usually determined by the clan into which one was born , or adopted, was a chief consideration when the child was named. Tecumseh's mother, for instance, was named Methotasa (A-Turtle-Laying-Her-Eggs-in-the-Sand). Many generations later, the late Arthur Rolette, a direct descendant, had the Shawnee name Lay-quay-bea-skuk (A-Turtle-Making-Waves-in-Water). No surname was used among the Shawnees and for convenience they often shortened a given name for common usage (just as we would shorten the name Jeffery to Jeff) so a Shawnee would shorten the name Gay-nwaw-piah-si-ka to Gay-nwaw).

Shawnee mothers carried their young on a backboard, called a "tkithoway". This practice of carrying the baby on the mother's back was practical for several reasons: It protected the baby from wild animals, it freed the mother's hands for her daily labors and it assisted the child to have a straight back. The baby’s head was strapped to the board in order to form a flat surface at the back of the skull where a plate that would mount eagle feathers or other ornamentation could be easily affixed with a headband.

Shawnee children grew up as free as the animals that roamed the forests around them. Young boys were encouraged by elders to engage in sports of running, swimming and jumping in order to strengthen muscles and build stamina, and to practice archery to develop their skill as hunters and warriors.

Shawnee boys never played with girls. The inclination toward such an act subjected the youngster to great ridicule. From the moment they learned to walk, male children developed a sense of superiority, even over their sisters. The girls did not mind. They busied themselves as young girls do today: "playing house", imitating their mothers, making mud pies, and developing their skills in molding vessels of clay.

Training in history, codes of conduct and traditions were carried on by the elders, who memorized the creeds and passed them on from generation to generation. Additionally, every father was a teacher of his sons; every mother taught her daughters. Children were seldom punished, but strict obedience to the laws and customs was unswervingly enforced from their earliest days.

Shawnee men were hunters and warriors. The women of the tribe did the domestic labor. They built the lodges, dressed the game, cooked, planted and cultivated the gardens, scraped and tanned hides, made clothing and blankets, wove baskets and made vessels of clay. It was a great event when a warrior husband returned from a raid with an iron kettle or camp skillet. The women also cared for the ailments within the tribe and were extremely skillful at mixing herbs and setting fractured bones.

The Shawnees had no calendar like the Indians of Central America. Instead they reckoned time with wonderful accuracy by the thirteen moons of the year and by the signs of nature. The various stages of the moon, sunrise and sunset, and the sun at its zenith all contained particular significance for the Shawnees.

The Shawnees believed in Moneto, a supreme   being who ruled the entire universe (called "yalakuquakumgigi"). Moneto distributed blessings upon all that earned his favor and desperate sorrow upon those who merited his disfavor. The Great Spirit of the Shawnees was a grandmother who ruled the destinies of her children. She eternally wove a great net (called a 'skemotah') which, when finished, would be dropped over the world. She would then draw the net back up to the heavens. Those who had proven themselves worthy would be caught up in the net and taken to a better life, while those who fell back through the net would suffer an unspeakable fate as the world came to an end. Each Shawnee was judge of his own conduct and was held accountable for it. They lived by their own standards and shrugged off value judgments placed upon them by persons outside of their tribe.

The "Golden Rule" of the Shawnees was preserved for us verbatim by Thomas Wildcat Alford and bears much resemblance to the Christian code: "Do not kill or injure your neighbor, for it is not him that you injure, you injure yourself. But do good to him, therefore add to his days of happiness as you add to your own. Do not wrong or hate your neighbor, for it is not him that you wrong, you wrong yourself. But love him, for Moneto loves him also as he loves you."

The rule applied only to dealings with other Shawnees and what a warrior did to a member of another tribe or race was an entirely different matter. The cunning and deception visited upon the white man was resorted to because the Shawnees felt powerless to cope with the whites on common ground and because they were driven by deep instincts for survival of their race and way of life against those whom they believed would destroy both.

Much has been made of the lack of expression upon the part of the American Indian. Self control was an important factor in their lives. Many a brave stared impassively ahead while his enemies cut the flesh from his body and many a grief-stricken person would walk to the new grave of a loved one without a tear, though their entire body screamed in quiet anguish. But actually they were a happy and sociable race of people. Because there were none of the leisure-time diversions as we know today in the forests of frontier America, and no newspapers or other mass media, the Shawnees were much given to visiting. At times like these the hostess brought out her sweets and delicacies for the occasion, and the visitor normally contributed a piece of game or other food as his answer to the expected hospitality.

The men enjoyed communal hunts greatly. These were usually followed by long and friendly talks around the glowing embers of a campfire. The talks covered everything from national history and current events to the lighter wit of bantering about someone's unsoma or a bad shot taken during the hunt. The women and children sat quietly and respectfully nearby, listening intently to the conversation.


An Indian tribe consisted of the entire body of a nation. A clan represented a group within the tribe. The principal chief of the Shawnees could be compared to the President of the United States, with the clan chiefs as governors.

Of the original twelve clans of the Shawnee tribe, history finds them with only five clans left in existence: the Thawegila, Peckuwe and Kispokotha, who generally stood together on tribal matters; and the Chalahgawtha and Maykujay, who were likewise closely related in their activities. Each clan had its duties to the tribe. The Peckuwes were responsible for religious matters and for the maintenance of order and duty. The Kispokothas were responsible for warfare and the training of warriors for battle. The Maykujays answered for matters pertaining to food, health and medicine. The two most powerful clans, the Thawegilas and Chalahgawthas, were responsible for overall tribal government and politics.


World of Love

Love is in the morning sun; the beautiful
tree where the love-bird sings; it sits on
top of the wave that rushes to the shore.
Love is sitting in the soft green grasses
letting your mind drift to more beautiful
things. Love is the miracle of two
becoming one. True love is found the
moment you give it away. Love always falls
softly next to love. It is constant and
unending. Wisdom of love is gained from
past experiences. Hopes and dreams are
the future but love is now. Love never
closes doors, but always opens them.
Speak give and seek love for without it
you cannot have joy. Through love you
will be remembered. Love is spirit and spirit
is love. Love is in the moonlight as you
walk in the world of love holding my hand.

Momfeather June 2002



This is my site for things Native American. I learned from Grandmother several years before she died that she was part Indian. I knew that her Grandmother was a Shawnee woman who married a Swiss farmer. I knew that her grandmother went by the name of Syvilla Wolf prior to her marriage to Alexander Ummel (also spelled Omel). I knew that they were married in or around Canton, Ohio.

After some study of the Shawnee I learned that there was a Shawnee reservation just North of Canton, Ohio. I also learned from reading that the Shawnee chiefs were always of the Wolf clan, and that if someone’s "euro" name was Wolf, it was highly likely that they were of the Chief’s family. I also learned that the Shawnee chiefs, at the time that the U.S. Government was organizing a massive move of Indian tribes to the states of Oklahoma and Kansas, were advising their people, and in particular their families to inter-marry with the "euros" in order to preserve their rights to the land in Ohio. At the same time, I learned that the Shawnee women who were being advised to marry European men were usually quite eager to do so, because it meant that they would be living in nice houses, and wearing nice and fashionable European clothing.

The Shawnee are of the Algonquin race, and as such, themselves appeared more like the Europeans. The Shawnee and the Algonquin, as well as the Cherokee, Miami and other tribes were called "Woodland" Indians. The Indians of the far west appeared to have far more "oriental" features, i.e., the skin being darker, and the eyes having the oriental fold. At the same time, the Plains Indians appear somewhat different, some having the appearance of the Pacific tribes, and some having the appearance of the Woodland tribes, and sometimes having features that could have come from the Pacific or the Woodland tribes.

It appears that my grandmother’s mother (who was half Shawnee) may have married a man who was at least half Cherokee. And their daughter, my grandmother, in turn married a man, my grandfather, who may have been at least one-quarter Miami and one-quarter Creek Indian. I believe this pattern of marrying other Indians, even when they were not of the same tribe was also encouraged by the elders to quietly preserve the heritage of the Indian.

Years ago I’d tried to do my family tree, and I’d gotten the names of my great grandparents, and my great-grandparents. On my father’s side of the family I was able to continue in an uninterrupted flight, clear back to France in the Middle Ages. With my mother’s side of the family, I kept running into deadends! It was if I were in a large forest and ran smack into a tree blocking the way. On my grandfather’s family, I got back to his father, and could find nothing more! But I did find his name, with a slightly different spelling on the Indian rolls. The same with other branches of the tree. I would run into difficulty tracing back more than two generations, but would then find the names of the ancestors in the Indian rolls. As a result, I found that although I have French, English, and German ancestors, I am also at least 25% Native American.

I imagine that I can hear my great-great-great grandfather telling his children. "The White Man is taking our country from us. Marry with these people, preserve our heritage, and when the time is right, take the country back." This is really what is happening. If your ancestors have been in this country more than 100 years, it is highly likely that you have native american blood running in your veins. So in a quiet way, we have taken back our lands and our rights.

Not many know that the Constitution of the United States is based upon the Iroquois form of government.



Patience is a Virtue