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

A Theist? An Atheist?

When I was a child, in Indiana, being raised by pretend christian alcoholics from Arkansas, and surrounded by what I know NOW was one of the LARGEST KKK chapters in the nation, I rarely heard the word atheist. I did hear the word Heathen, pronounced Heathern.. cause that's what my mama called us kids "You little Heatherns!"
I don't think it ever really occurred to her that she and daddy were heatherns too. Theyy were raised as Southern Baptists, sorta. Any how.
I heard the word 'Atheist' in a Evangelist's' Come To Meetin' Tent' when I was about twelve. I don't recall anythiing about the sermon that old fool preached(hollered, with spit flyin' in the kerosene light)
but I clearly recall the dreadfilled hush that oozed over all the sweaty, hot and sober crowd there that night. That scared the sheit out of me. That silence was deafining. And then he spake thusly " If any among you know of a filthy A-thee-ist raise your hand and we shall call Gawd down to punish and chastise this class One Sinner!!" "Halleluja, they screamed in unison!!! The wages of that sin SHOULD BE DEATH" The preacher-man screamed out! Over and over they screamed back at him hossannahs and yes Gawd.....Yes Looooooward!" As soon as he bent to accept a sip of lemonade provided by one of the sisters, I took a powder. Shit! Were there any A Thee Ists out there in the dark??? I ran to my house and got my oldest little brother to come back with me. It was still going on. We sat shaking but enthralled!

I looked up atheist after that and it did sound scary. NOT believe in GAWD?? Ohhhhhwee! You'd end up in Hellfire and Damnnation for eternity sure as hell! ( I cussed alot at 12 too) Any way. I grew up, was a hippy, smoked some doobie along the years, became a Pagan and then looked at the concept of Atheist again, from a totally different perspective.

" The term theism derives from the Greek theos meaning "god". The term theism was first used by Ralph Cudworth (1617–88).[5] Atheism is rejection of theism in the broadest sense of theism; i.e. the rejection of belief that there is even one deity.[6] Rejection of the narrower sense of theism can take forms such as deism, pantheism, and polytheism. The claim that the existence of any deity is unknown is agnosticism, and can be compatible with theism and with atheism.[7][8][9] The positive assertion of knowledge, either of the existence of gods or the absence of gods, can also be attributed to some theists and some atheists. Put simply theism and atheism deal with belief, and agnosticism deals with (absence of) knowledge; they are not mutually exclusive as they deal with different domains."
This from Wikipedia is pretty close to what I came to understand.... and though it took a minute to let go of GAWD all together(I CALLED myself Pagan, but I hedged my bets a bit. Gawd was still out there somewhere scaring the crap outta me.) I KNOW atheists now. Personally and up close. They are NOT boogers or devils either. Plain old hard working people who 'JUST DON'T NEED or Believe in a Diety' as a necessary accoutrement to being a human...See? Now that's not a damn bit scary, is it? :)
Take care of yourselves ya'll. Love ya lots.
Me

Booger Devils

Devil, Satan, Booger, Monster of the Night, Baellzebub, whatevah!... All ya'll Christians can be askeerd of them if ya want to. You can stay on YOUR straight and narrow and fear burning like an oily old rag for eternity if that's what floats that proverbial boat.
If you are led by the nose by beliefs of an entity that causes BAD things to happen around you. Led by the devil on your shoulder telling you to do evil shit to others, like child abuses, rapes, elder abuse, animal abuse,mass murders etc, that's all well and good for you. BUT.....I'ma tell the home truth here....THERE is no entity that does these things. Some people do get mental illnesses that keep them from always knowing right from really wrong. Some are so jerked up by their ears they've never learned the niceties of being a good person. And then, there is just Purentee EVIL clothed in human DNA.
John Wayne Gacy; Evil
Charlie Manson; Evil
Timothy Mc Veigh ; From the Oklahoma City Horrors; Evil
Adolph Hitler & Henchmen; EVIL

They each and everyone had their wits about them, they planned and carried out their evil deeds. None were NUTS....They were simply inhumane human sheit.

I don't fear a devil/booger. I pretty much stay on track because I love to do the right thing. That does NOT mean that I wouldn't try to tear you a new one if i caught you doing evil stuff...it does mean that I believe that there IS Karma. Karmic debts to be paid.... Whew, I am hoping hard that I have pretty well cleaned up most of my Karmic Debts this time around, it's HARD ya'll!.
Anyhowser....BE good cause ya know it's the right thing to do. Pay it forward(what a brilliant thing there) and know that your kindnesses do not go un-noticed. You maybe didn't notice your reward right off or it hasn't come yet. But cockleshells & bells, just do it right and ya have no boogers to fear, not even bad Karma if you're lucky.
Love ya'll beaucoups!
Kay

Awwwwww CRAP...It happened.....

I bet ya'll can't wait to find out what dopey thing I did today, right?
Naw, I know, it's not THAT important, not up against whether to have cream gravy or au jus, but at mi casa, it was a real butt kicker.
....I got dressed, got in the van, made sure I had extra meds (in case) the cell(in case) my ID, my Bank card, my inhaler...the KEYS. Took a long slow drive, enjoying some prayed for rain, took care to TAKE care on the road.

Then I went by Michael's to get some small chain for a new piece of jewelry. Talked to several people, made sure the girl gave me my 10% Tues. AARP discount and left. Next took Ron to Panera for lunch. Great food, nice easy going crowd. Mostly women with Laptops (Free WiFi)... Finished my Mediterranean Veggie on Ciabatta. Went to brush any loose crumbs off my shirt and came close to having a flat out FIT! I had my shirt on WRONGSIDE OUT and hubby had not even noticed,OMG....I slunk(Slank?) off to the restroom and jerked it off and back on muttering like a pissed off squirrel. GAH! Do Not Trust your mate to tell you you look pretty ignorant sitting in the MIDDLE of a nice eatery with your blouse inside out.
Shit! Merde! Crapola! That is All.

Crap....I keep thinking I'm too olde for......

All this blogging stuff! :) The blog it's self is cool, it's all the little things; type size, font style, header stuff, footers background ummmmm okay. I WILL get it all together ONE day! Until then, If you're reading it and it's a mess, hold on, I might can fix it! :)

Gettin Ready To Put the Pagans Together: Moon Workings.

Okie dokie. Time to get all jiggy and full of lightning and thunder and steel wool and baking soda with lemon juice.
The world is filthy. It's not only dirty from the past 150 years of coal burning, wood burning, rainforest and witch burnings. It's filthy to the core with corruption of so many kinds and so many, many levels. I could probably sit here and name names you would all recognise, bring up all the nastiness we've ever encountered in our life times and still not get even within spitting distance of what actually went wrong and exactly when it began to happen. But there is this; All the Witches/Wizards/Wise and Cunning folk were run to ground and made to act invisble for the past several hundred years. There is NO FRICKIN SATAN in my world and so how could I worship that entity?
Though there IS EVIL! Evil is very ugly and wears a mantle of thick, white, cold ice over it's shoulders. It has no gender. No heart. No soul. It has only need and lust as it's companions. Lust and greed are the leash that powers it forward. Lust for sexual gratification, no matter the cost. Greed for land, no matter how many backs are broken in it's acquisition. Salivating, slobbering quests for more and more and more money, to stow away and look at over and over.
It's an edgy time. Shall we all go down in 2012? Do we care, if it means a new start maybe? Shall we nuke ourselves out of existence? Hmmm. I really hope not.
Shall we Proud Pagans, witches, non witches, preachers and teachers and lovers of all life begin coming together under our own Firery Mantle and see if we can turn this all back around to decency and kindness and guidelines and a love deep enough and nurturing enough to save ourselves from the cold icy heart of selfishness and deceit?
The Moon Mother and a few other pointers for a perfect time to come together can be found. It can be planned. It can come to fruition. We are many, and world wide. Shall we move forward with a plan?
Aho...So mote it be. Amen!

Was I ABLE to help at all?

     I have a beautiful, sweet, wonderful niece with 4 littles who has had the worst luck mostly since she began to have her family. She is a Christian and was raised by my a Baptist Minister and his sweet wife who might as well have gotten a degree in the Baptist Ministry herself. She ministered right along side of him for almost 40 years. He passed 4 years ago and that really knocked my niece on her tail. She was her daddy's baby, her Go To.....


   She broke up with a man who turned out REALLY NO GOOD :...Her car has broken down, he turned her and her 4 children out and kept all the storage stuff and she can't, without calling in the law and causing her mom more angst, and so she is beaten down to the marrow. No job, no car, no dad, 1/2 of hers and kids stuff gone. :) Anyhow. I asked her yesterday to let me pray for her MY way. And she agreed to that.

 I sat a small altar up for this particular wish and called in Kwan Yin, Mary, Queen of heaven, Yemaya and Jesus. Offerings and prayers and hopes for the very most best to her and the children....and now,  onto the asshole who did this to such a good woman!

Witches & Wiccans & Neo Pagans OH MY!

     Civil Wars pit factions that are on two sides of the same issue. Brother against brother, father against son..sister against sister, in fights to the deaths.
 Un-civilized wars appear to be brewing right now in the Pagan/Neo Pagan/ Wiccan/ Non Wiccan Witch with no lineage against witch with some kind of lineage.
I am a Witch, plain and simple. I can conjure I can pray, I do spell work. I make potions, I try to heal, I counsel, I use yarbs (herbs), I read Tarot, I ask different gods/goddesses for different things.
I have no fight nor fuss with any other pagan paths. Can't there be a peace council called to see what's up with all this?
Can't we all just use our majik as we choose and not constantly take a bite out of someone else's ass because they don't practice the craft as we do? Don't you see that if we divide for such sorry ass reasons, we will have given the christian, muslim, and he other God worshipers a big LAUGH, at our own expense? And we will have been CONQUERED.
 I shall live and let live. I shall respect your paths and all others. I will walk mine with a very small hand picked crew if necessary, but I will NOT go to war and cut someone's throat because their beliefs differ from my own. I will not fight my brothers and sisters. I will live to serve the Pagan Community, with joy and trust and love. Will you?
Blessings on ALL Pathways.
Kay

Is Your Spirit Happy?

Is Your Spirit Happy?

Having a Happy Spirit is not something we think or talk about alot, as a rule. But our Spirit is so very important!

You feed your body food...good for it and bad for it. I'm as guilty as anyone in this over- weight, over-indulged country! I have got to stop that madness. So do we all.

We feed our minds, both with great, interesting things and with drivel. We can't help that, except to try and X it out of our minds; Billboards, radio, television, movies shi**y advertising. You all know that drill!

But unless you are a very Spiritual person (Not neccessarily Religious) you probably haven't pampered and loved your Spiritual self in too long.

I myself am a fairly Non-religious person. I do believe in Jesus...as far as I can tell, He really did accomplish many, many awesome things, and He FEELS like my friend. So I'm cool there. It's that Fearsome and jealous God I'm not into.

Here are some (a few anyhow) ways to boost your spirit and make YOU feel good with who you are . Knowing your Anima, your Soul and what it's needs are is as important as your other needs.

Your Sacred Space.

Even if it can only be your CAR... Keep the area neat and clean. Your Spirit gets all confused if there is nothing but clutter all around it.

Don't hang those Mirror air cleaners in the car if you can help it, but DO keep your favorite scent, or incense in the glovebox. Scents are such calming aides. Spend your drive time listening to music that is soft and mystical.

In whatever Sacred Space you choose, make certain it's YOURS. Not open for business to anyone else. Take time to lie down for a moment or sit back amid scent, soft light, music and count all the good things that day ..NOT the bad. I thought I had no blessings one day..what a crock! I got started and the list did too! LOL

Talk quietly to yourself in caring and uplifting words. Tell yourself that you are important and you DO matter in this world. MAKE yourself believe that. A sad and empty Spirit is so unneccessary.

If your Sacred Space is in the outdoors, so much the better. Walk, or sit, lie in a hammock. Look around and count how MANY different green shades there are. Lie on your back on the grass and play that old cloud game... I swear I saw a whale the other day.:)

Put tiny windchimes in trees , on balconies, in your car, where ever you can...ring them yourself. Don't always wait for a breeze. Take deep breaths. Hold them...exhale them slowly. Rub your face, ruffle the hell out of your hair...laugh like a fool at a good memory.. Don't let CRAPPY stuff in. If all you can afford is 15 minutes , do it twice a day, THREE times a day. Tell your Spirit you're sorry you starved it. Love you. Love your heart and soul. FEED the Universe inside you.

Thanks for reading this, if you did. It was really fun to write! 

Kay Massey™®

It WAS Thanksgiving... And now it's...

....almost Winter Solstice/Equinox/Yule/Christmas. :)

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http://www.candlegrove.com/yule.html

Yule means "feast".
Or maybe"wheel".

However, some who have studied the linguistics tell me that the association of "Yule" with "wheel" (a fond belief you will find in many places, since the words are nearly identical) is a myth. The roots of the two words have about as much similarity in Scandinavian languages as in English. According to one theory, the root word for Yule came from the aboriginal Scandinavians, and has always meant only one thing: the festival at the Winter Solstice. The word for wheel came from the Indo-Europeans who migrated to Scandinavia around 3800 BC (although they didn't even begin to use wheels until about 2500 BC!) The debate points out how ancient the word is.

For ancient Germanic and Celtic people, the impulse to celebrate solstice was the same as for their neighbors to the south -- a celebration of the cycle of nature and a reaffirmation of the continuation of life. But the style and substance of their celebrations took very different shape.

It isn't hard to figure out why.

These northern cultures survived a colder, darker winter for one thing. And they were just as likely to be herders and hunters as farmers.

It's cold, it's dark many more hours than light, and snows cover the fields where your herds might forage. What is there to do but make a delight of necessity, with a great slaughter and feasting?

And what better time to do it than at the point that marks the return of the sun's light and warmth?

My Blood Runs RED and Cold....And Hot!

THIS POST IS NOT A Panty-twist to ANY Non- Red Indian American Native!!!

When October arrives each year, there begins to be the talk of a vacation day for Columbus Day.... November brings Thanksgiving.

Okay now, here's the Rub. I am so  chigger-bit by so many issues  regarding the FIRST PEOPLES to the New World I could just tear out what's left  of my hair (steroids yanno) The Spanish, under a blood thirsty, gold thieving PIRATE( I know, don't go there) came and raped the Americas(it wasn't the Americas then :) ) and killed off it's Native cultures faster than a dose of epsom salts can make ya get rid of your dinner.

 Leif Erickson and Eric the Red and all the other Viking based fellas got here even EARLIER! Yup, they did. and they tried, in the farther north to make a go of it, New(FOUND)land, Iceland Vinland, etc. But they too wanted to live as European and make the Natives peoples into caricatures

 of themselves by modernizing them. WTF?  

And last but never least....The &^%%# Pilgrims had to get into the Act....Yep, cool idea, go and practice your own form of religion and culture. Okay. But DON'T convert the HEATHENS!!!! They don't NEED to be converted any more!

The first Thanksgiving was undoubtedly a scary and sad affair. White folks croaking all over the place because the had no idea how to live and subsist in a new land..They had no squash, beans, pumpkins, roots, nut, berries, and were getting ill at alarming rates most probably from the decidedly different climate and vermin present. Starvation was rearing up. The Indigeous folks meanwhile showed, taught, shared and were humane the best I can figure.

None of that matters. Beginning with the very first broken treaty between the Europeans and ALL indigenous peoples they  got double Effed and left to bleed and bleed and bleed that Good Red NEW world Blood into the ground from the Atlantic to the Pacific. From the Arctic to the faaaaarthest bottom of South America. Their own Heritage was that of wanderers and searchers, from Asia, from Europe in the Sooo long ago...but they displaced no one, they ended no one else's cultures. They burned no books or codices, they destroyed no gods, and no temples, they traded and shared among themselves. Surely they had turf and mates wars... no duh! But the thing is, in the end, thousands of years later, they are still getting slapped in the face with The Pilgrims Thanksgiving and Columbus Day with a passing glance at the token lil indian braves and maidens setting the old picnic table for the ones they were 'serving'.

I am part Cherokee through my daddy. My Red blood and my Green (;]) Irish blood sometimes have hell-acious fusses. I am striped. I love my Celtic Culture, I love my Native to this Continent culture....but they were Native BEFORE it was America. Injuns is only a sloppy way to say Indians -from India  -NOT! So, Ima say I am Celtoi-Trans Siberian, Bering Straits Me! :)