Perry Farrell, coined a title for the kind of warrioress that I aspire to be; “Solutionist.” I recognized that place in him the first time I saw him perform. He uplifted the house, and had plenty awakening to do and say. I thought he might be the new Messiah… really… It wasn’t until later that I knew I was probably right. We are all the new Messiah, collectively, we make up the whole… the more of us who find the glory, the wider it will spread.
Why does the “church” get away with such transparent suppression, only for us sinners to find out later that the real sinner is the Church? Where violators are not only supported, but their actions are covered up and hidden from the public, and…
AND ALLOWED to continue inflicting the sick and twisted results of their own repression.
I am not saying that every boy on the way to manhood, or man on the way from boyhood is attracted to his same sex, but simply the act of disallowing the possibility is the act of shutting off a place in the heart.
And we all know closing any part of the heart is poisoning oneself, and in effect, a slow suicide that can result in many (literal and figurative) murders along the way.
There is no separation, there is no absence, there is only awareness. And awareness of the love we share allows the patience to follow.
After I told her of three people who have recently, and magically returned to my life- two I have not seen in twenty years and one it’s been thirty, my friend Chisti said in an instant message,
“Amazing isn’t it? Not only can we travel the world in our monitors but we can now time travel as well”
I think about frogs from time to time.
They’re actually great for a good metaphor. Probably started with the frog prince… Either way frogs have always gotten a good rap. I appreciate them for their tenacity and attention to the good life.
Can you feel the proverbial frog story comin’?
As I look around at people in my life, myself included, there are a lot of benefits being reaped after hard hard work in the blistering sun of the emotional and spiritual fields. Yet the little bird on the shoulder gently chirping doubt, makes its rounds, and somehow many of us seem to be listening.
Sometimes it takes scraping the bottom of the barrel to come up with something new and fresh. Today I scraped Continue reading
Palace of Muse 