Two Days Later....

My heart will not stop hurting....my eyes won't stop crying.....It will hurt for always, for all murdered by deranged people whose mental capabilities MUST have been degrading at a rate that SOMEONE Could have, SHOULD have seen. I FEEL Dead People big and little. I want not to hurt. I cannot look at their faces. Whoever and whatever your god (s) consist of, put them all in league together, along with all the Angels/Guardians and get this Mental Illness business UNDER CONTROL...FIXED...HEALED.

Aho..... So Mote It Be. ......Amen.

No More Christmas Tides...no more good night Kisses

All the babies and their caregivers heading for the Summerlands......No more Fear. No more tears....Please Lord and Lady, My Lady Kwanyin, Goddess of Compassion, hear their familie's Cries, hold them in your arms. Jesus, Lord of Compassion help them all to heal... Oh why oh why???? WHY??? Don't dare come at me with your second amendment...DO NOT DO IT....Take the dogs of war and their automatic weapons to your HELL with you. Tell those people whose babie's bodies felt the white heat of a bullet tear through them that it's good to not have gun regulations and laws and classes....tell the teacher's families that their child's life as a Caregiving Teacher was worth no more than some hot lead... Have your protection, yes. But we must must MUST STOP these Rampages. PLEASE HELP. ! :(********

Bonanza® Theme Here... "Sprang's a'coming!!"

"Sprang's a'comin!"
That's what you can hear if you listen closely and are from/in the South! I love when my brain starts in on that and can't let it go...I start to look for best moon plantin' times, best times fer root crops..best time fer 'maters...best time fer leaf and fruit/ veg developements...when rootcrops need to be put in so they dig good and deep.

!!! ....added inset..Saturday Morning 2/2/12 Prayers and love and hope to the Tornado Victims for all their losses. !!!!!!


But more than that, even more than that; I begin to see the Great Mother and Her Consort Green Man start their Sweet and sometimes violent Dance of Love and Procreation. He and Sol, 'Sky Father' to some, begin to blow warm breaths against Her Breasts and Loins...she dances away and says "Soon, come back soon! You will always be my man, but it's not yet time." It rains, He becomes ill-tempered and blows and huffs and puffs like a pissed off man will do....Buildings and homes fall before Him. He has no good sense. He is hot and ready for mating...She is still cool and not in estrus....But soon. Soon.

Rivers and valley's flood, again things are torn asunder and lost...sadness falls heavily upon Her Body. She is tired of being Cold and Wet. She is creeping out and needs the warmth, the heat her man and Sol can give Her. They are summoned. She is 'ready' Oestra tells the Mother "It is time, my lady."
Green Man blows softly, the rivers fall and behold...a new coat of misty green covers the Earth. The Mother has chosen her favorite cloak. She is fecund. The rich scents of the dampness on and in Her, reach His nostrils...He breathes a soft sweet sigh...Now. Now. NOW! The trees burst forth! Creatures come out into the Sun's warmth to stretch and play...Her Mantle of EVERYCOLOR blooms and comes forth with smells that excite and call Him....
The mating has occured. They have danced the Dance of Spring and Oestre/Easter arrives to trumpet in the news! Hear Her beautiful sighs and moans.."Another year has passed. She has Survived. He has given Her His Essences. We are whole again. The Mother and Father are Benevolent. Aho...So Mote It Be. Forever!" and ever!

Faith Talks, Bullshit Walks

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•     Having been expected to believe that the Christian Bible is ABSOLUTE, Ground Zero Truth, along with the Torah, The Koran and what-EVER other Ancient Works that lay out a plan for mere mortals to follow, all my life, I became Unconfused sometime ago, but those whose beliefs are thus, will not merely let me believe MY beliefs, they disgust me sometimes with their take of MY FAITH.
•     Now then. I am supposed to take it on Faith that there is someplace called Heaven. Okay. I believe there are the Summer Lands where we will be away to when we shed the chains of being humans and become ALL that we CAN be, Soul, Spirit,Intellect. I have FAITH in that...I do not have faith in Golden Streets and Gates of Pearls and diamond and Ruby Clouds with Angelic beings ten feet tall and Winged hovering around playing Harps and Lyres and other heavenly sounding stringed instruments with a horn or two in the background, UNLESS I believe as well, that that heaven is where the Aliens live who ARE the GAWD that people fear not to follow and believe in at the cost of being thrown into the bowels of a 10,000º trashfire heap for whatever is deemed eternity. Huh uh....No way. I will not be scared into following a set of rules that a whole bunch of men in tents decreed were the one and only truth and light.
•    I WILL, however put my faith in many Gods and Goddesses who are by their very nature, Spiritual Beings that will help me out when I need their particular Guidances.
I love Jesus as a man that lived and then became our God of Kindness and the spirit to fight against wrongs. I believe in the Magdalene as the Goddess Woman's Spirit to go to when my Feminine Warrior Spirit begins to flag with bone deep weariness from the sheer magnitude of what I try to make 'right' on a daily basis. I go to Kwan Yin, my Patroness Goddess for her deep, deep compassion and to talk to her about the things and people who need her touch to keep going. Compassion fuels my beliefs. There are other Gods and Goddesses. There are Spiritual Angels and Guardians. My FAITH is in things some never even dream. My FAITH is as unprovable as the others on this Earth. But I BELIEVE, so let my BELIEFS alone, and LIVE the Good that YOUR beliefs COMMAND you to do.    So mote It Be, Forever and Ever. Amen.

Wot's in YOUR Toilet? Your FACE?

...Back in the day, even before I was an out of the broom closet Pagan...I was young and a drinker. I was raised in drinking. That, after all, was the only way to have fun back then. As far as I knew anyhow. I would have a Cuba Libre with my sister as we dressed and slathered on our eye makeup and lipstick(using the lipcolor as rouge, as well!) If the night called for a Cocktail Dress, that called for a slip, drawers,push up bras, garters and nylons and then 4" pointed toe heels..... Stay with me here..it's necessary to know all these things. :)
If it was capri or jeans night that meant pants so tight your ankles might swell before you could get them back off.
Now then....Have a drink to go as we left the house (moms) get to a favorite bar and order beer....Long necks. We were not sissy girls...Quarters up on the pool tables. Win a few lose a few....loved us some pool playing.
More beer....Drink one Pee six.... Drink six do a face plant unless we caught each other in time. Go outside to cool off and have half a pack of cigs....go back in for purses and leave. Drive with the windows down and sober up or pass out. Stay in the car until regaining consciousness. Go into the bar bathroom, fix makeup...Find sister, order another beer and on and on....

Now then, on to the Crowning even of the night. Getting home, too drunk to undress, kneeling in front of the same bowl you had earlier peed in, among other things. Ripped hem on the the dress. Nylons torn or laddered all the way up. Too messed up to even kick off the High heels. Place arms on either side and get your hair wet, then puke your guts up with your face in the same place you arse was every single day...And many other arses come to think on it.

Do You Now, or have you ever puked into a toilet and then lay down next to it, face cool and wet from condensation off the bowl and passed SMOOTH OUT. I admit it. I did it. Will you ever do it again after reading this? Please say no, or hurry and unfriend me. :)

Crafting Yuletide Cheer

Crafting Yuletide Cheer

Namasté Ya'll

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Namasté... The Divine in Me recognizes the Divine in You.
We are all from HERE, in our own known universe. We were all born onto this world, onto this earth. It matters so much to me that once we reached a thinking, planning and looking ahead set of senses that different ones of us decided to take up arms and sides and go kill. Instead of seeing each other as close kinfolks to love and cherish and take joy from and give joy unto. The HELL with that....I'm gonna tell us all that we are ALL Humans. We all bleed the same blood. We all hurt, we all love, hate, are fat, thin, multicolored and multifaceted in our reaches for what we believe is Sacred, Holy, Divine, Worshipped, Praised, and Feared.

I want to find that place in all of our hearts where we see the Divine in each other. Namasté.....I want to look up at a rainbow and see the smiling faces of the rainbow hues of faces reflected there, smiling back at me. I want to give thanks to the Universe it's self thanks for all the joy and beauty that's out there showing off for us all, each and every one of us, on ALL continents. I want to stand on the Highest mountain in the world and proclaim ;"We have seen the Divine in each other, all of humanity has, and now there will be Peace. And NOW there will be Peace.
Namasté Ya'll, in love and recognition of your special place in my heart.

No More Edens Left On Earth.

Okay, hold your nose, it's probably gonna get pretty stinkin' in here. !

I'm not a Christian. I do however believe there was a MAN named Jesus who was a superhuman. Healer, Teacher, rabble rouser, out for reforms in Religion and the politics of the Temples.
Do I believe in the Biblical God of Abraham and Moses, and therefore the Creation of man and woman(Adam & Lilith) from dirt, and Eve from a little thing called a rib bone? Nope, not even.
I would love to believe in the place we have been taught to call The Garden of Eden. Wow! That would be nice, huh? Trees and fields and wildflowers and animals walking unafraid and calm...Sweet winds gently soughing through the tall grasses . Clean air to breathe and clean, clear water to drink. Food at your fingertips. Good Food, untainted with chemicals. Uncloned, safe and nutritious foods. Fruits, vegetables, roots, nuts, berries, and meat for carnivores if they choose...but humanely done, if that's possible.

Do you know where there's an Eden? Anywhere? A real Eden? One with no starving peoples and animals due to droughts and famines?Due to joblessness? Due to mis-mangement? Due to anything! A place that has no People whose bellies swell and distend until their thin bones can no longer support them. People who must choose maggoty road kill when they can even find that much. People whose children, their babies die in their arms begging for just SOMETHING in their mouths, and the mothers or fathers who choose to maybe stop their breathing and then kill themselves to stop the pain and the hunger.
Oh my heart is squeezed to a tiny pulsing piece of raw human pain to see and know this. My tiny contributions are NOTHING. Whole nations must stand up and do the right things, ENTIRE NATIONS need to stop their billionjillionaires from hoarding their UNTAXED funds.....C'mon ALL OF YOU WHO HAVE ENOUGH to feed a whole country without ever even knowing it's gone! HELP your fellow humans. So many children have never known that there could be 3 meals a day. A meal every few days sustains them, barely, but they know no differently.
Children in the Americas who are so poor, so cold, so un- seen...the Appalachians was stripped, killed, turned into a wasteland, there are no jobs to make the money to buy the food and the heating oil , or the electricity. That is spreading. Droughts, earthquakes, hurricanes, wildfires, no jobs, homes lost, homes that will never be recovered.
Aw shit. Eden never was really real, huh? :(*****
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That Not-So-Great- Gittin' up Mornin'

When I woke up this morning, the first sound I heard was a very, very expensive one. The frickin' AC. It hasn't been turned off or set to a higher setting than 77º since late March, early April. It began being in the 90's in early April, triple digit by the Ides of....yep there are Ides in other months than March.

Okay the sound of the AC....Made a pot of CHEAP Crappy dark roast Coffee of some kind, cannot afford my favorite at $11.49 a can....So the coffee (?gag) maker burbling out sappy coffee was added to the AC....then the TV turned to yet another (thousandth viewing) of another screaming, neighing, guns firing and fake indians yelling bloody murder while they attack the forked tongue peeps roars from the Living Room ten feet away, where my retired hubby resides 18 hours a day right now while he COUGHS his guts up over and over with a rotten summer cold (doctor tomorrow)
....add the sound of trees and grass dying outside, the foundation dirt shrinking away from the concrete, so the house can move around and crack the walls and even the foundation it's self if the twenty inches of rain we haven't gotten this year doesn't happen very, very soon.
Now add me sighing, praying, trying not to listen to the frigging stock market, or oil and gas prices or the cha-CHING of money leaving the bank, wallet and skinny little retirement fund. Would it be awful to wish for a tall enough building to jump from, or a large enough jug of Shine to make me senseless everyday fer a time?
Damn. Well, take care of you, we're trying to take care of us.

Hugs to everyone who is scared and worried.
xo Kay

I HATE DOG DAYS....

There are people who love a good hot and humid summer. I am NOT one of them. All that the summer months mean to me is ass high electricity bills, heat high enough to light my Altar Candles with no matches, hot water to wade in at the beach, and humidity so high you really need gills....BAH!

Gimme 76º with a breeze outta the north. Oh, yeahhhh....skies so clear at night that starlight can guide you through the whole Universe if ya want. Crickets and cicadas singing with cool energies and whooooopie! sounds.
Not insects being fried in the shell and desultory clicks and stops and starts. A late night walk with a fake (for looks only)shawl on your shoulders and sweet high grass brushing your ankles and smelling green and earthy. Not Dried, crackling brown and ocher grasses and weeds, dead from heat and drought.

Welp, s'posed to be 100º every day this week, AGAIN, no break in the Texas drought of the decades...and then, add to that the damn gubmint cluster fuck and it's " SAYONARA SUMMER" at my place!
Gimme late fall.

Be good to you cause you're the only one that does it right, and give somebody some goooood sugars today!
Love ya'll.
Kay