Yes. I am an animist and have been psychologically accused by Freudian middle-aged white men as being very imaginivative with magical thinking....
It doesn.t change the fact that I,m right in this one aspect..

Everything is alive. Everything has a soul, has energy.

My NDE...bright light with even brighter one behind it....most ndes involve bright sun like light...makes sense then when they say no one gets to the father except through the son/ sun..literal and figurative I think....

Bedtime ponderings again..

becomes a postcript, an asterik.

Through all of my spiritual experiences there is no doubt as to the existence of a spirit world...it is as real as you or I and I would venture to say even more real than that which we experience here.

I feel blessed to be able to know what I do..most go their whole lives locked in an existentialist dilemma or adhering to strict dogma..

The more I learn, the less I know...

I think God gives us what we individually need when we die, and what better way when you think on it...he knows us better than everyone else and knows how best to heal our soul and/or challenge us.

Just some nighttime thoughts..

I just can't put my finger on it and it is driving me nuts...

The man was a tornado twister
and each lightning bolt
fired in rapid succession
like a six gauge
from some dead man's dream.
When he moved his arms giant winds sprang up, sending tumbleweeds flying into the sky
and sand into her eyes.
He could control the wind, what with being a twister and all, and he caused mythologic damage throughout the whole damn state.
Green skies gave way to thundering hails as couples parked on the side of the road, sending tongues down throats and shirts thrown up in a sense of danger.
The baby cry woke her up to find the evening news was plastered with signs of damage.
Homes had been thoughtlessly wrecked,
Trees were down, and branches had ripped bloody scratches down her former lover's back.
He paraded them in front of her like a grisly trophy. All this commotion made her as tired as a lone bird out in the rain. Storms come and go and this one definitely vanished.
She blinked her big saucer eyes a couple of times, yawned a yawn of contentment, sending her arms floating mermaid-like above her head, and went back to sleep.

Chance for storms tomorrow-
100 percent..

I want to fly through this universe once my soul is free..

How can anyone doubt the existence of God and light and other intelligent life forms when the whole universe exists like this into infinity?? Even parallel universes are a possibilty....

These are my favorite pictures to look at..

We shall remain will be on PBS at 9 pm ET...so 8 pm CT etc..

Excellent show!!!

I am the thunder you refuse to hear.
I am the rock you can't hide under.
There is nothing more to fear.

Bill Miller

In the rage of spring
The hunter raked his antlers through the mud
He thought himself beautiful.
The doe saw he was vain and covered in filth.
He kissed himself ever so slightly in mysterious ice ponds.
His eyes lingered always on himself as he walked by.
He ate of gluttony all winter while the doe starved.
He slept cradling arrows in front of the fire while her fur fell out.
He bulged his muscles in ridiculous poses, pulling back bowstrings, thinking that his lack of skill and sprirt
could somehow be overcome by just imagination.
All winter he hunted her by thinking on riddles.
He knew his hunter's pride could find a way to shoot more arrows into her heart.
He thinks he is indifferent to her suffering.
The doe dreamt of a cobweb.
She would not fall
It is the rage of spring.
She walks with her fawn in the woods, gathering
wild leeks with her nose, moist from the mud.
It is the rage of spring,
The spirts of the woods are alive and awake again, dancing in the winds.
They are enamored of her.
It is the rage of spring.
She is slipping in and out of budding trees.
There are deer people who name things and teach truths.
The hunter runs in circles trying to answer questions.
He fires shots here and there, never hitting much of anything at all.
There is forgetting the magic in ancient maple trees, of stars coming to life.
His hand held sacred plants.
In his kind hands she would have given up her life.
but he is silent now.
No prayers escape his lips, only thoughts of meat and insatiable hunger.
The spirits will not speak their secrets to him anymore.
He has forgotten how to ask.
And besides, he thinks that there are many other deer for slaughter.
The arrows fall from their quiver to the ground.
The doe runs further into the woods, her fawn happily tripping over stones and logs strewn along the way.

up the pain, the rage, the trauma of these children right at the moments they try to seriously hurt or even kill each other, I would let it spill all over the poltician's fancy suit and let him wear what they wear every day of their lives, and which, now I too live every day of my life...

There was a woman
who was burnt with fire.
She lay blossoming with roses at his feet.
He could not kill her.
Her eyes cried with sorrowful light.
And everywhere she went she prayed light into the darkness.
The darkness of abandoned houses and even more abandoned children.
She cried light into her poverty.
She cried light into the ones that shunned her and turned her away in her nakedness.
And when she was done crying,
there were daggers she plucked one by one from her heart.
She left one in the center to never forget.
She carries the sorrow always, but the sorrow cries light...

Just because I feel like it..

St. Barbara

Blessed Kateri Tekakwitha


I admire the virtues
which adorned your soul:
love of God and neighbor,
humility, obedience, patience,
purity and the spirit of sacrifice.
Help me to imitate
your example
in my state of life.
Kateri, Lily of the Mohawks,
pray for me

 

There can be no denying him.
His energy is everywhere.
The plants have a voice.
He opens your heart,
you become a truth addict.
You hug trees.
You fall down in the grass and
clothe yourself in leaves.
You dance naked laughing in front of others.
You take your money
and burn it for fire.
You set people free...

I am not turning into a deer.
Instead I am being devoured by wolves, which could also make me like a deer, I suppose.
I have lupus, the severity of my case I will hopefully know today. With brain inflammation and optic nerve inflammation, they will have to put me on IV steroids, or so the neuro doc told me. So I lay here, once again on bedrest, with a spinal tap killer headache. I see the rheumatologist today. I do not want to take steroids, but brain inflammation is not something to play with..Lupus is perfect for what happened in my pregnancy..preeclampsia..sick as a dog..preterm labor..
Makes me think of the bible..something about lambs and wolves...I have to find the line..anyone know it?
So I took the bible out from under the bed...I had it open to psalm 38..I had asked God to show me something I needed to know and I read this before I fell really ill...it disturbed me, now I know why..look it up if you are so inclined...

Ok..here is my question for all of you....When is it o.k. to eat animals as food, to take another life like our own?
When I was younger, I was a vegetarian. I did this because I believed in not taking the life of another, UNLESS it was absolutely necessary, meaning I was going to die without it. And since there sure are a lot of other sources of protein, I didn't eat meat. Then i was around a lot of elders and others who made fun of me a lot for my vegetarian ideas.
After a while, I went back to eating meat.....
When I was younger I was really upset when my Dad and brothers went hunting. I did not like it. Then I started to like it. Recently, I wanted to learn to hunt myself. I bought myself a bow and arrow and thought about learning to hunt. I fired one arrow at a target and was surprised at how powerful that one arrow was. I realized then that it was a dangerous weapon. I let it sit in my closet, debating if i would ever use it. I wanted to learn these things in case I needed them to survive. Right about the same time I bought the bow and arrow, I developed a strange rash..now I am facing the fact that there is a good chance I have Lyme disease from a deer tick (more than likely)..I will know for sure in two days, but also the fact that I realized something, it came as an epiphany to me today. Here I was, spiritual me, thinking of actually taking the life of another being when it was not absolutely necessary, with a weapon in my bedroom that could kill. And here I am wondering why things are waking me up in the night bothering me, rapping on the walls..I have a deadly weapon in my bedroom.I am sick, my brain is swollen, and it all happened when I debated taking a life, an animal's life. I think perhaps this was a lesson I could learn no other way..
Which brings me full circle to what I thought before I was made fun of a lot, that taking an animal's life is not a good thing when we are not dying of hunger or need them in this manner. I could not bring myself even to eat my meat dinner tonight. I thought of the suffering involved and how the animals are killed and treated and I think I have gone back to my original ideas..
I look at my little dog and realize that I could never hurt her..how is a deer any different? Or a pig...or any other living animal for that matter?

Anyway, this is weighing heavily on my mind, and believe me, I see how in the past, meat eating was essential, but in the world of the future, is this the case?
i want to know what you think, please, offer me your thoughts....

Well, I decided to go vote, swollen brain and all...I changed my mind over not voting..I agree with Obama on everything but abortion and disagree with Mccain on everything but abortion..and well, no one is perfect and I am sick to death of WASPy men in charge..so off I go.
And well, all signs are pointing to Lyme disease now...the circle rash I thought was poison ivy, the joint pain, the swollen brain..low grade fever.the fact I traipse through the woods almost every day...They are doing bloodwork today and I hope I will know today if it is or isn't...I'd rather have that than leukemia..
I also just ripped the toenail off my big toe..it was still attached but it is all bloody and black and blue..I am sitting here with frozen peas on my foot..

So my brain is swollen, and my brain and body are reacting as if I had a tumor, but there is not a tumor (thank God)...my vision is very poor and I am getting headaches all the time now. I am also feeling really spacey..I will talk and forget what i am talking about, what exactly I was doing..I have a blind spot (a small one in my right eye) that could be permanent or not, so we will see once the swelling is taken care of..
But well, what exactly is causing it is anyone's guess right now...
It could be as simple as all the pregnancy weight gain and losing the weight could get rid of it, or it could be lupus or leukemia..he said he does not think it is meningitis..
I will know by Thursday..but they have ruled out a brain tumor..so that is good.
Now I know how Auntie Lynn felt...I feel like I have a brain tumor, I have all the symptoms..and then this roller coaster ride of will I be ok or not??.I am praying to her and God for help in this...she is my saint right now..
The only concern I have is that I have had a low-grade fever for a while now and a lot of aches and pains..but perhaps it is related to the swelling and not an infection...I don't know..I am kind of scared though, because they need to do a spinal tap on me, and he told me to expect even worse headaches afterwards..right now my headaches are better when I am up and around, after he said I will feel better only lying down I am upset because they keep saying they're going to do the spinal tap, and then it is delayed and delayed again, but supposedly it is happening this Wednesday....I want this to go away so i can be there for little Fox, not sick..