Poor Mary: The Absence After

You know I got to thinking on this special night. There they are in the barn and all and out pops baby Jesus. Somebody had to cut the cord, right? I mean literally -- there was a moment when Jesus was literally CUT AWAY from Mommy Mary.

Now, imagine how that conversation could have gone when Joseph and Mary got to arguing about something. I mean -- there's postpartum depression (click the post title), sure. But Mary screamed one night when Joseph told her to buck up I'm sure:

"Who the hell are you? You didn't feel Him! I was CONNECTED to God and they cut the cord! You have no idea!!!!"

And whew, she was right.

Thai Food Mary

I just think this would be a pretty funny name for a restaurant, don't you?

what, if

Oh it is a terrible forever fare
a long drawn out and endless war
one between two sides the one they do but fear
the one now bleeding, s'no end in sight for


And all along the one truth
just sits there, called
yet still the cruel science each side uses
and it's only always just

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He Thought He Could Move the Stars

"Come out here quick!" he yelled. The night was warm.

Reluctantly, the other came to look.

"Watch - I can move the stars!"

"Idiot," the other shook his head, "that's a plane."

Suddenly, he thought, the half moon really wasn't that at all. It was just the sky, sticking its toungue right out at him again, and the rest of the world just insisted on seeing the other half.

Daddy LongLegs

So I'm outside this morning on a beautiful unseasonably Summer of a Fall morning, taking in a cigarette I know will kill me, and I look down to see a Daddy Longlegs spider blending perfectly with the wood, brick, and dirt of my home.

I mean, I said hi and all, but then I thought 'big ugly bug.' That's what bug is, no? Ugly! Everyone says it. Arrrrrgh! And they run, UGLY thing! Well we all know there are those out there who think the opposite of course. They are not ugly, they are NATURALLY beautiful creatures.

Ah. I see.

Ugly means not beautiful – at least immediately upon antomonification. But let's see then, ugly at first is NOT LIKE US. The essential THEM. First off – way too many legs. How come so many on a such a small thing. We're so big we only have two legs (or so we think – we did leave the Great Quaternary when got up from crawling like doggies some time ago. Oh hey, more parenthetical thinking – that means the bigger up you go the fewer legs you have. God's at the point of none.).

Run from the ugly. It's more than differently feared. It actually REPULSES. Is this exclusively a human trait? I mean, does Mr. Longlegs look up and want to flee? Big ugly two-legged thing -- - arrrgh!. Nope. He stays there not moving – not moving at all. My God he IS beautiful. Nothing stirs him. If I intercede and push my God's finger to Adam's spider leg, of course he will move.

So maybe we were very ugly, pretty things.

Maybe God did not make us after all, maybe He saw us first. And then, reacted to repulsion in a POSITVE WAY; He let down a notch and touched what was not Him.

They Have Seen the Bisquich

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Tonight I Saw the Shadows Land

Tonight I saw them loud.
Lonely under
the cloudcast-filtered glow
of a crescent mooned evening sky
it began high in the old pecan tree
over the roof of such supposed abodes.

I heard the bats again,
screeching for a night-time wood.
Within the gloom a dark flash
gives pacing such quick, directed wind.
Watched them land right down there
in the mossy grass so anticipating rain.

Like big old crows they came swooping down
and following the mighty screeches,
landed in my yard.

The shadows,
like birds
first are wings beautifully aflutter
but touching down wings get tucked to walk
and like all things God
must only wobble in this realm.

I know you must not pity shadows
and here they come to roost tonight!

But the sadness, the stakeout
I so deeply understand
and it's as if the old pecan somehow knew
the ones to beckon the corners of my eye
and it's as if the old pecan somehow knew
which ones mine and which ones flying by.

Dorothy Dear a Twister Near, She Blows About a Whale

So in the beginning it always ends up going something like this: nothing pretty much around, and He makes something of all of it. Where He came from of course is no issue. And in the making, so much of Him He is used; images of himself and great love. Lost now, He has disappeared in His creation and there is another Him who seeks only to destroy. The Darker Side of God. What makes the worlds of religion think that such a being can just stop at the exits of Good? Say it this way and be wise: There is no Devil.

Don't get trapped by the oldest joke in their town. There is no God is one phrase that makes the Devil happen every time. So, let there be light my ass. There is no form. Just energy. What we see as form is only the HARNESSED energy from an enormous ocean of unbounded energy, not some limited spectrum of just a portion of it.

Eyes, consciousness through mental focus held in hypnosis, and this thing called faith have fooled God all along – all TRAP energy. Leary said it best really. Tune In. Not everything they say is a drug could be natural too. That's the problem with entheogens, ecstasy ruptures stasis but only for so long. Gotta come down sometime. But you don't really go up do you? You sort of go deep really. And when you do the skin slips away. It's not that you want to feel high, your goal is to escape the stasis and feel the energy of All.

All the vices of this world are based on powerful magic.

This magic was always your gift but you want so much it's gravity instead: to be used for your magic not use it yourself. Because if it's used you won't do tricks. Because if you do catch on and wake, Watch Out.