In this article 2 above, I asserted I was going to get my hair cut. Let me explain. My life is full of very gifted people. I am also very gifted. But yet, we don’t really behave kindly toward one another, and this quandary I still grapple within has been and is occurring for many years. There are various reasons for it; we certainly and collectively have screwed up. But that really doesn’t make sense. Because I am a spiritualist and equally had 10 of 12 children grow to full term in my body, and they are beautifully functioning adults now.
There is no reason for us all to NOT be happy together to me, but to some of my progeny and people their ages, there is an unexplainable inability of anyone I know in my life to “figure it out” enough for everyone to access the beautiful assurances of peace among our life trajectories……assured to us within the Bible and other ancient texts like the Buddha’s writings.
And anyway, doesn’t it stand to reason that if we follow the command: love our neighbor as ourselves, which should come forth in details of all of us serving one another year-round to reach healing together–that it would make sense not to make matters worse and waste time in dark places of bitterness and unforgiveness of one another but cleanse the wounds among us spiritually and be reunited?
Now back to reality:
To make matters worse for me as a parent, a spiritualist, and a citizen of 50 states who is a woman that they hate and objectify, I am usually caught crying to put myself in heaven (ascend in astral projection) in order to get my author work of the ministry accomplished.
At least today, I brought my Obsidian Runes to help me understand how to express this article. I believe in telling you what happened so you can see my honesty at the beginning of this convoluted article. Please keep in mind I must go to San Antonio tomorrow and go into the Catholic Church my mother was raised right across the street from, my parents were married within, my brother and I were sprinkled in, and I’ve enjoyed a few times over the years.
I have tried for several years to go to a place to get my hair cut. I thought this time would be different since I am 60 and really done done with my past life. My hair is too heavy. But try as I might, I couldn’t go. I had to cut it myself which is fine. Most of the girls I know, including my own daughters, cut their own hair, dye their own hair, and could care less what other people think–like me.
The part 2’s article where I put my picture is there mainly because I was smiling in my eyes like my Father before me, he always even as a Protestant could find the humor and I am grateful I am the same way. I don’t like that short of a haircut anymore because my ears are too big to me. (I am laughing at myself this moment because after I cut my hair I put it up like I always do in this heat. And yup my ears are too big. At least I’m putting earrings in again.)
Bear with me……I am reading The Catechism at the same time I am reading CHRISTIANITY by Guignebert. And today, I did a Dragon Feels in emotion after the small portion of The Catechism I read last night because of the all-encompassing Entity, Religious Authority and Governance.
And as a Sorceress aside, I am tired of cursing everything. I’d rather be in heaven fixing the problems we have from this above Entity, not spewing Dragon Fire at the inevitable habit pattern shifts I must constantly make as a woman who is exhausted of control issues of every kind which my life has been wracked with since……goddess damn since I was born.
In a nutshell, I have been driven to the point of no return where I myself am physically concerned. I cannot have anyone touch me, like a hairdresser. I can hug people, smile and enjoy conversation, etc. But I cannot for the life of me go in and be surrounded by a bunch of people while I get my hair cut.
I didn’t used to be that way, but I have progeny who are not only that way and have been from birth unlike me, they also cannot understand their own emotions, much less mine as their mother. Put in “gaming tribes’ ways and means of communication” and our worlds are fascinating from a distance lol. It ain’t that way face to face.
Maybe it is okay to those who are younger than Generation X. But to me, healing as fast as I can and feeling like a complete loss and failure all the time, I’ve had to learn to listen to oracle. I’ve been using some tarot and it has not escaped my notice for the past little while how I’ve dealt myself Hermit more than once.
I am here to say there is a number of neuro divergent realities we all deal with. As to my changing, I have just explained to you that it is normal in the worlds I have traveled to be within the Catechism and Christian History by Guignebert at all times and never know it unless you’re the Me who is a rune master and spiritualist.
I’m trying hard to never again weep for how very dumbed down we all are for various reasons. As I said, I feel like a total loss all the time.
So here I am repeating in this Article 3 what I’ve already copied in my book because I guess I was learning it and then the Catechism showed it again last night in the verses which will be copied with other stuff in another of my weaving endeavors of study.
INTRODUCTION
“The third occasion, finally, is our own age in which all active and fertile thought, because it necessarily adapts itself to the demands of a science established outside the faith, seems like a deadly danger to orthodoxy…….” (“our own age” is not our age; this book was published in October of 1927)
No fucking duh. Be a woman whom they never listen to in theology because we are the weaker vessel. I’ll tell you what. If I was gonna do the right thing I’d ……
Just kidding but it would be funny to use my YouTube to show you how to cut the entire books of letters (Dad forgive me here and don’t you dare think you can fuck my karma I’ll counter-attack lol) of the Apostle Paul out and give ’em a torchie poo. I got some oak branches in the back yard right now and a little oven for the back porch.
Nope.
And here’s why. I don’t mix my Sorcery with my Christianity. I keep them separate or I wouldn’t be healing in this god(dess) forsaken land. I’d be hooked on drugs like everyone thought I should have been. Come on ya’ll: lots of Christians are hooked on pharmaceuticals. Go Pagan, they are fine with weed and mushrooms and will help your life and lifestyle veer away from drug intervention no matter how well-intentioned your MDs are.
I made pho yesterday and had a bowl of it today. I took a walk, am in less back/knee pain, and am learning to come against all the fucking fear and demoralization I have been trained to take for 60 years, and that ain’t just religion which did that to me.
Now I need my poetry. I hope you have a nicer time than I have coming out of this shit, and more power to us understanding ourselves in the details. I do not like how I am having a lot of PTSD symptoms, but I could heal with people around me through First John 1:9. So could you.
When are you going to trust Us All to be okay with atheists, agnostics, spiritualists of all kinds, pagans, and etc…..being together to heal, to heal again no matter what the churches, synagogues, schools, employers……… and, and, and are doing to our lives.
Community is the best way and you know it. Come on, ya’ll.
Obsidian Rune Draw: 17 AUG 2026
EHWAZ (19)
Oh Universe: I cry out!
trust and loyalty restoration
When I had a child ten times,
I each time
felt more burden than wonder
because of my insecurities certainly……
But yet, until the privilege
willingly accepted only
dawns,
You get so busy…..
well now I have time
to think–
It.is.too.late.
is all I can say.
Since I’m easily talking to Dad, let me share a verse of Emily Bronte’s poetry book I am reading. I am really encouraging myself this month because I am actually finishing Wuthering Heights, and it makes me feel like I am in school again, which I am. I love to learn and I am glad I am learning again like I used to:
FAITH & DESPONDENCY by Emily Bronte : Fourth Stanza
“Father, in early infancy,
When you were far beyond the sea,
Such thoughts were tyrants over me!
I often sat, for hours together,
Through the long nights of angry weather,
Raised on my pillow, to descry
The dim moon struggling in the sky;
Or, with strained ear, to catch the shock,
Of rock with wave, and wave with rock;
So would I fearful vigil keep,
And, all for listening, never sleep.
But this world’s life has much to dread,
Not so, my Father, with the dead.”
Though I know this verse sounds morose, it isn’t. I think it is time to teach younger generations to first of all, respect death and the life beyond while at the same time, mentor one another through many, any, and all ways possible to live harmoniously with all realms whether seen or unseen.
