Last night he spoke of a raspberry flavored drink we shared and so raspberry was the taste of our kisses. Only today did it occur to me: in February of 2016 I had written of my dream. In the dream a man kissed my shoulders sweetly and then had to leave because work required he travel from me. For some reason I described the sweetness to be like raspberries, of all things. So it came to be that a sweet man kissed me tenderly while we tasted of raspberry flavored drink and had to leave because his work requires he travel away from me. Didn't see that one coming when I had the dream! It was no insignificant incident, my meeting this man!
The children and I sat upon the prairie and it was as a scene straight out of the "Avatar" movie: "spirits" alighted on my head, shoulders, arms in the form of dragon flies. My daughter tried to swat them off of me. We sat under an umbrella to shield us from the sun as wild horses mated in the brush. We sat later relaxing upon a platform and heard a roar of sorts. We looked around and finally spied an alligator floating among driftwood. When he saw we had noticed him he nibbled at some of that floating wood. He began to swim out from among it, all the while watching myself and my children. He snapped up a lily pad and continued on, having strutted his stuff to impress us. Later as we pitched our tent a wild stallion came to stand right in front of us under a tree watching what it was we were doing. We lived two little girls' dream of seeing wild horses upon a prairie! And my son tells everyone he sees about the alligator who ate the lily pad and just might be a vegetarian like me!
Before this experience I ran into several synchronicities letting me know I was divinely living: toads on a shower curtain (land of par boiled toads) where I stayed in the "Susan B. Anthony" room (shelter in Connecticut that is only one even remotely close to what I believe women's shelters should be) in which there hung a poster of Lakshmi (Facebook friend on a spiritual journey much like me). Then we stayed at a hotel where I saw a man I thought I'd never see again after spending the night in a building near a gorgeous spring, given unexpected permission.
It's a miraculous journey we have been having! We walked to the right place at exactly the right moment to grace us with a place in a home way out in the country where we are resting peacefully and eating wonderfully! "Life" is being VERY good to me!
Monday, June 20, 2016
Sunday, June 12, 2016
Toad in the Road, Unicorns Freed!
It so happened one day a choice was made. "Opt out", chose me. As I walked right then straight rather than straight than right (which would have been "more logical" decision) across an intersection I saw it all dried and belly up in my path: a toad in the road....synchronicity! The storms had flushed many a thing into the roadways the previous day, so no toad was killed just for me but synchronicity, a smile from a man which had me crossing right instead of straight in distraction, and a breeze probably all conspired to bring the moment to me.
As I've written before and practiced so previously, the modern prophet knows when asking in response to such "omens" and things "for whom the bell tolls", that prophet's answer should always be "firstly, me". And so it is and so it shall be......illness over ran again, the mucus was green. So for two days I slept when I normally couldn't, shouldn't, wouldn't have listened to my body. I woke refreshed, my heart wide open, my mind clear again. "Oh! How toadish I had gotten! How toadish I've been!". Only in the exaggeration of my own behavior under extreme stress could I see that little par boiled toad that had always existed in me. So the days that followed I kept awake to me observing without judgement what par boiled things would come from me. I opened the space, hesitating their expression to see what other things could come through this expanded clarity. "Indeed, indeed!" croaked me as I allowed the waters of clarity to flow freely. And like the wicked witch of OZ when watered by Dorothy, the par boiled toad in me began to scream and writhe "I'm melting! I'm melting!".
A couple days later I sat in repose as the mucus began to run clear from my nose. A big black snake did meander on the hunt straight towards me. Previously the toad in me would have broken out in a cold hot sweat and begun shaking immediately! I sat instead, calm as could be. I made a tap with a metal thing so that it would notice me. It noticed me indeed and simply doubled it's length back by half giving me ample space but continuing on it's path. I felt a great etheric movement that flowed with slither of the snake as it passed by me. It stopped of a sudden and pulled back just a bit as if something had jumped up before it before continuing smoothly upon it's way. Did it sense the etheric joining of it and me? Maybe, maybe, says me.
In the mean time, my little she goat offspring had drawn more unicorns. The kids had slept those two sleepy days same as me. This time her unicorns had heads held high and were untied, untamed beneath the sky. With "cutie marks" in place, their renewed, expanded, state complete.
The goats' mucus, also clear, they did romp and play again through their days. Which left me back to my beneath the local trees, daily dancing myself clear and then just for the joy; I am even more free!
As I've written before and practiced so previously, the modern prophet knows when asking in response to such "omens" and things "for whom the bell tolls", that prophet's answer should always be "firstly, me". And so it is and so it shall be......illness over ran again, the mucus was green. So for two days I slept when I normally couldn't, shouldn't, wouldn't have listened to my body. I woke refreshed, my heart wide open, my mind clear again. "Oh! How toadish I had gotten! How toadish I've been!". Only in the exaggeration of my own behavior under extreme stress could I see that little par boiled toad that had always existed in me. So the days that followed I kept awake to me observing without judgement what par boiled things would come from me. I opened the space, hesitating their expression to see what other things could come through this expanded clarity. "Indeed, indeed!" croaked me as I allowed the waters of clarity to flow freely. And like the wicked witch of OZ when watered by Dorothy, the par boiled toad in me began to scream and writhe "I'm melting! I'm melting!".
A couple days later I sat in repose as the mucus began to run clear from my nose. A big black snake did meander on the hunt straight towards me. Previously the toad in me would have broken out in a cold hot sweat and begun shaking immediately! I sat instead, calm as could be. I made a tap with a metal thing so that it would notice me. It noticed me indeed and simply doubled it's length back by half giving me ample space but continuing on it's path. I felt a great etheric movement that flowed with slither of the snake as it passed by me. It stopped of a sudden and pulled back just a bit as if something had jumped up before it before continuing smoothly upon it's way. Did it sense the etheric joining of it and me? Maybe, maybe, says me.
In the mean time, my little she goat offspring had drawn more unicorns. The kids had slept those two sleepy days same as me. This time her unicorns had heads held high and were untied, untamed beneath the sky. With "cutie marks" in place, their renewed, expanded, state complete.
The goats' mucus, also clear, they did romp and play again through their days. Which left me back to my beneath the local trees, daily dancing myself clear and then just for the joy; I am even more free!
Sunday, June 5, 2016
Blood Spilled in the Land of Par Boiled Toads!
Blood has been spilled in the Land of Par Boiled Toads.
It's true!
The trail led across the leaking containers of food, across the court and straight into the bathroom. The sink was covered and no one cleaned. That left the deed straight up to me. I went to the kitchen to find liquid to make it sanitary and oh! what did I see? The dishrag partially submerged in the water for washing the utensils with which they intend to serve was also bloody........and they're angry I won't eat? That I won't allow from contaminated dishes and surfaces my children to feed? Woo hoo! heehee! I dance beneath the local trees, laughing and loving to clarify this ridiculous scene of one perfectly divine comedy-joke's on me!- within my being. I bless the gods for showing me how sacred I view blood really. My body, my temple, a sacred thing!
A chaotic air lent to the schizophrenic with bi-polar personality disorder snapping and barking and swearing at the children as well as adults throughout the day when addressed she'd say "Me?! No way!". Already warned we must not complain or "I'll take your bed away!". Like the Queen of hearts in Wonderland shouting of Alice "Off with her head", the threat does come "Away with her bed!" and as the witch in Oz does add: "and your little dog,too", the queen toad with the wig that is fireproof, her threat does say "and your little kids, too!". Caught up in the chaos the goats do Frolic, the goats do romp and the goats do play until one bleats from the slice to it's leg. Just another casualty of those beds that do roll away......every Sunday where a new gauntlet of spirits and personalities is faced......
So, I dance and I sing my sweet little soul clean beneath the local, moss draped trees.......the rainbow keeps dancing, the waters always churning above the gold of serene divine being...and we sing and we sing. We keep right on dancing below, above, around and beneath those glorious trees!
It's true!
The trail led across the leaking containers of food, across the court and straight into the bathroom. The sink was covered and no one cleaned. That left the deed straight up to me. I went to the kitchen to find liquid to make it sanitary and oh! what did I see? The dishrag partially submerged in the water for washing the utensils with which they intend to serve was also bloody........and they're angry I won't eat? That I won't allow from contaminated dishes and surfaces my children to feed? Woo hoo! heehee! I dance beneath the local trees, laughing and loving to clarify this ridiculous scene of one perfectly divine comedy-joke's on me!- within my being. I bless the gods for showing me how sacred I view blood really. My body, my temple, a sacred thing!
A chaotic air lent to the schizophrenic with bi-polar personality disorder snapping and barking and swearing at the children as well as adults throughout the day when addressed she'd say "Me?! No way!". Already warned we must not complain or "I'll take your bed away!". Like the Queen of hearts in Wonderland shouting of Alice "Off with her head", the threat does come "Away with her bed!" and as the witch in Oz does add: "and your little dog,too", the queen toad with the wig that is fireproof, her threat does say "and your little kids, too!". Caught up in the chaos the goats do Frolic, the goats do romp and the goats do play until one bleats from the slice to it's leg. Just another casualty of those beds that do roll away......every Sunday where a new gauntlet of spirits and personalities is faced......
So, I dance and I sing my sweet little soul clean beneath the local, moss draped trees.......the rainbow keeps dancing, the waters always churning above the gold of serene divine being...and we sing and we sing. We keep right on dancing below, above, around and beneath those glorious trees!
Thursday, June 2, 2016
The Land of Parboiled Toads
I danced in the rain in the land of the parboiled toads. It was a warm summer rain, though it be only spring. I splashed and I ran and a screamed "yipee!". I twirled and delighted, chased by and following my children through parking lot puddles and fields of sopping wet green. I rejoiced with the trees that swayed in the breeze and came in when the thunder touched the lightening, so rich!
And the queen parboiled toad with her fireproof wig yelled "only to the third to get that pot of gold!" I had been up in those clouds with her, following the rainbow every which way she told. Then I was pulled back down to earth and saw that pot was fool's gold and the rainbow was the boiling water. The queen's underling with the Medusa coils for her fireproof wig screamed "Here is the rainbow, tap into the sky that is blue!". "I tapped into the sky that is blue!" I responded joyfully. "Oh, well tap in over here to tap into the sky that is blue for that rainbow trail". O.K., I say I did and she heard I didn't, there is disjointed thinking and imagined answers from me in this parboiled toad factory. So I danced and I sang my little soul free as I sat amongst the local trees.
"We gave you a phone!" the queen toad declared. "You have to buy minutes", Medusa croaked her share. "I have no gold with which to do", replied I, "What do you want me to do?". "Sell your blood!", Medusa replied. Buy me a miniskirt and I'll sell my cunt, too, says I. Woohoo! So I danced and I sang my well-grounded sound as I imagined the Queen of Hearts of "Alice in Wonderland" fame, "Off with her head", the queen toad croaked of another. "Three days" she threatens my own reminder. So I danced and I sang my little soul free as I sat amongst the local trees.
I looked at their waters and I see they only welcome in what begins in a virtual reality. "You cannot reach this pot of gold by personal interview, you must introduce yourself on the computer". I watch those who come in for the doctor; "Can I make an appointment?" "No, you cannot, you must do that online". "I cannot do it here, I cannot do it in person?". "No, the appointment would be with me but with making of appointments I have nothing to do". We used to be warned, "From introductions made online, be very afraid" and now in this pot, in this pool, in this day, there is no other way. So I danced and I sang my little soul free as I sat amongst the local trees.
I sat in conference concerning my children and shared our point of view: "You believe you waved your magic wand and brought them up to speed, when in fact they simply slowly opened up to share what they already knew. See this, I have proof". The parboiled toads all huffed and puffed so very offended. "Well, we can only go by our point of view, but we'll do you a favor for we want your children back in this water, we want to teach them to swim these waters, to follow the rainbow and get that pot of gold, they are so sweet and wonderful!". So I danced and I sang my little soul free as I sat amongst the local trees.
"You are toads placed in water with the heat slowly rising, conditioned to the intensity of enmity and of competition. You do not even see the true reality: you are fried inside while our skin is still soft and tender and rightly sensitive to water temperatures". Sociopaths called sanity, at least I know I'm not crazy because I questioned my own degrees. They do not even have the sanity to entertain the possibility..... that their water is boiling! Unfit to perceive me, their view without value, we simply move on, we simply continue.
Come what do, it's already written. I'll dance my dance and I'll do it my way. I'll dance before, upon and after that day that was given. And I'll dance in the warm summer rain, that comes upon these spring time days......for the true gold is my inner state of being, it is my peace, it is my stability, it is my sound reason; the rainbow dancing in waters of feelings always the proper degree, true to the season.
And the queen parboiled toad with her fireproof wig yelled "only to the third to get that pot of gold!" I had been up in those clouds with her, following the rainbow every which way she told. Then I was pulled back down to earth and saw that pot was fool's gold and the rainbow was the boiling water. The queen's underling with the Medusa coils for her fireproof wig screamed "Here is the rainbow, tap into the sky that is blue!". "I tapped into the sky that is blue!" I responded joyfully. "Oh, well tap in over here to tap into the sky that is blue for that rainbow trail". O.K., I say I did and she heard I didn't, there is disjointed thinking and imagined answers from me in this parboiled toad factory. So I danced and I sang my little soul free as I sat amongst the local trees.
"We gave you a phone!" the queen toad declared. "You have to buy minutes", Medusa croaked her share. "I have no gold with which to do", replied I, "What do you want me to do?". "Sell your blood!", Medusa replied. Buy me a miniskirt and I'll sell my cunt, too, says I. Woohoo! So I danced and I sang my well-grounded sound as I imagined the Queen of Hearts of "Alice in Wonderland" fame, "Off with her head", the queen toad croaked of another. "Three days" she threatens my own reminder. So I danced and I sang my little soul free as I sat amongst the local trees.
I looked at their waters and I see they only welcome in what begins in a virtual reality. "You cannot reach this pot of gold by personal interview, you must introduce yourself on the computer". I watch those who come in for the doctor; "Can I make an appointment?" "No, you cannot, you must do that online". "I cannot do it here, I cannot do it in person?". "No, the appointment would be with me but with making of appointments I have nothing to do". We used to be warned, "From introductions made online, be very afraid" and now in this pot, in this pool, in this day, there is no other way. So I danced and I sang my little soul free as I sat amongst the local trees.
I sat in conference concerning my children and shared our point of view: "You believe you waved your magic wand and brought them up to speed, when in fact they simply slowly opened up to share what they already knew. See this, I have proof". The parboiled toads all huffed and puffed so very offended. "Well, we can only go by our point of view, but we'll do you a favor for we want your children back in this water, we want to teach them to swim these waters, to follow the rainbow and get that pot of gold, they are so sweet and wonderful!". So I danced and I sang my little soul free as I sat amongst the local trees.
"You are toads placed in water with the heat slowly rising, conditioned to the intensity of enmity and of competition. You do not even see the true reality: you are fried inside while our skin is still soft and tender and rightly sensitive to water temperatures". Sociopaths called sanity, at least I know I'm not crazy because I questioned my own degrees. They do not even have the sanity to entertain the possibility..... that their water is boiling! Unfit to perceive me, their view without value, we simply move on, we simply continue.
Come what do, it's already written. I'll dance my dance and I'll do it my way. I'll dance before, upon and after that day that was given. And I'll dance in the warm summer rain, that comes upon these spring time days......for the true gold is my inner state of being, it is my peace, it is my stability, it is my sound reason; the rainbow dancing in waters of feelings always the proper degree, true to the season.
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