We are almost fully into The Age of Aquarius
Poem written Crown Couplets
The golden calf of Taurus reigned 8000 years ago
Then Aries entered sacrificing lambs and rams for quid pro quo
Thus secrets inhibited Piscean Age and governments did overthrow
‘Twas then, a savior born, midst those turbulent chiliads years
However, orbiting Suns journey leaves Pisces when Aquarius nears
On the Vernal Equinox 2000 A.D. Is five degrees Pisces, but soon to leave
The cusp of Aquarius patiently awaits the Sun’s visit gallantly to please
And the Sun rest in Aquarius for 2000 years offering peace for humanity
Teaching scientific breakthroughs, lending hands, setting free insanity
We have two thousand years before our Sun exits towards Capricorn Age
Sharing altruism, while in the eleventh house, the humanitarian stage
Half past two: “BANG!” Thunder rolling, post, the lights
Insomnia now, made coffee, drank, to bed again, no frights
Boom! Vibrations of my bed, but still, there's nothing to dread
Just another thunderstorm experienced, from my bed
Three-AM. So quiet now, but wait! There stood a grey man
“Oh, no! Not you again.” Questioning, but he insisted his hand
And, like before, there is no choice, and off and away, we went
Parallel to the earth and up over heaven, so while flying; I repent.
And, as before, so many times, entering the mothership, are my kind
Some sleeping, some playing cards, some in surgery, Oh, my crazy mind!
Surely a dream, so, I ask, and no one answers, but vacantly stares, in fact.
“You, know the answers,” from within my mind, thus seeing, my body, intact
And, there I was, on mother’s ship, for several hours, plus more
Suddenly, my alarm echoes seven, from under covers; wondering, dreaming lore?
Got ready for work, with bags under eyes, disheveled, from astrums' soar
To somewhere else ~ that I've traveled, innumerable light years before
Please, let’s not point fingers, accuse, speak evil to or disdain someone because they don’t fit into your christian mold.
What is a christian? We all have our beliefs often within the boundaries of our denomination, and our personal experiences. The best answer, other than believing in The Son of God is Yeshua, the second answer is to imitate his life. That is simple enough, but when we feel we have the right to condemn and send, to hell, others, because our perceptions are different, then we act as a god and have not the mind of a loving God. Remembering that people burned at the stake, for being “witches,” because christians lacked understanding. The unknown is feared. The mind of Christ can’t operate in fear. Fear kills, and destroys that which is incorrectly discerned. As an example, we still kill harmless snakes, out of fear. I might ask, is the killing of such a creature as the snake accomplished because ~ why? What is it about the snake that causes such anxiety that one wants to kill it? The answer is simple ~ fear or fears of the unknown kill snakes, animals and sometimes others. Perhaps, it is not an actual killing or murdering of, a human or animal, but it is a torturing, a name calling, a poking, a prodding, a disgracing of, gossiping of, saying horrible things of, etc etc etc… You see the point, and all because, it is a lack of understanding of that which one feared.
And, what bothers me the most, are the qualities we put on people because of our denominational boundaries and ideals of whom God is (to the perceiver) and are limited, to our thinking. But God is not easily defined, is He? And His ways aren’t ours or limited to someone who uses only 10% of their minds (brains). God forbid! We would be lost and condemned to hell in a hand basket if the Almighty was just a mere man using only 10%, at best…
In the 1970’s and 80’s, I absolutely loved Jan Crouch. She spoke with the most loving christian tone of voice, she cried for the poor, she was beautiful, and she was celebrated onto the TV screen. She was a christian celebrity with her pink puffy hair and her spider eyelashes. I still love the way she was, so bold, and was the epitome of what christian bizarre could be at that time. I love those that push the envelope and make us think beyond our box of God, we formed. Jan did that, and many of us accepted her, the way she presented and admired her. But, why couldn’t she be herself?
I still love Jan Crouch. A more recent picture depicts her real authentic self, as she, is smoking a cigarette and is relaxed and wearing little make-up. Another picture of Jan shows long blond straight hair and she is quite a “looker.” She could turn heads and she looks so much younger than her TV persona. Jan taped into what the TV audience would accept as a leader. Jan was a master deceiver… But, I love her still… She worked the envelope edges to the christian limit and I admired her.
In later years, as a christian, I realized that, if Jan had been her authentic self, than no one, would pay her any attention because she would look “fallen”, and less than godly, and certainly not worthy of the idolization that her TV personality portrayed. We wanted a bigger than life, grander than average, “christian” woman to lead us in how far, we too, could push that envelope.
My point, why do we fellow christians put other christians in a box? Why do we say, if they don’t speak in that overly sweet tone, and say the right phrases and “pat” christian comments, than, “they must not be a christian?” Looking down christian noses and Judging so much. Do they talk the right way? Do they have a soft sweet tone of voice, do they wear clothes that are similar, do they say the same christian lingo, and do they only study what we study?
Furthermore, why do we judge when we have not walked in someone else’s shoes? Is our God not bigger than our perceptions? Does He not see the entire ancestral road? Who do we think we are to wear His shoes. By the way, this is why I use the lower case “c.”
Why am I writing this? Well, I was blasted this morning by well meaning christians with a lower case “c.”
Answer ~ A long continuing story of judgement and why I left “the church” and went to God’s house where He said to me,
“Be authentic” ,,,, “Do not lie about yourself. Take off that horrible dowdy dress, loose the overly sweet phony tone, be who I brought you into the world to be, and any judgement will be between you and ME. Be yourself.”
And, I’m so much happier… <3… Things are between God and I as they are between you and him…
Sharing means citing,Thank you. I" do the same for you!
Abundance of fruits on summers days
How grateful are we for the sun’s rays
And at Solstice, the height of thanksgiving
Because The Earth we eat sweet melons
The highest northern point on it shines
The zenith point of celebration, god dines
In joy and happiness and praise.
As my ancestors taught about days
Connected to sun, moon and our planet’s life
In bonfires, we observing power and might
Recognizing that all are related to the light
That on June 21st, the longest day
We lift the wine with hands that pray
Honoring our forefathers of covens riches
Druids and Wiccans, warlocks and witches
Tribes of pagans and lonely mystics
Celebrate abundance and births of pagans
Giving thanks where and when god is forgotten
This letter is written for a challenge on WordPress and is written to my children..
My understanding and definition of an apology:
Thus realizing that an apology gives the apologizer a sense of freedom and perhaps some control, the apology must be written from the humble sense and feeling of sorrow for an act wrongly created over or about a situation, person or animal and Earth.
I say animal because in my past, I wish more often than not, that I had been more attentive and available to the pets feeling. Working often took me away, or my needs to go somewhere or get away from their needs. However, they were always there for me.
Perhaps, I turn my face away from humans that I have rudely shunned or ignored because I held a prejudice towards something about them or their situation. I held a wrong judgement and whom are we to make any kind of decision about anyone, but ourselves?
To my children, and my family,
There, have been times in our lives that I have worried too much, and I have let depression rule my psyche. This feeling and extreme sadness has caused conflicts with your lives and now that you are older, you choose to stay for a while and when you do come, it’s usually a short visit. And then quickly, you must depart. Know that, I don’t blame you. Being around someone who worries all the time and who is depressed often is weighty. The heaviness is something that I have not conquered and no medication has alleviated my dark foggy forest for, very long.
I wish that I could have changed this behavior and if I could have would have taken my magical wand and sprinkled fairy dust over the entire situation and lifetime and would have put smiles on all our faces.
I am sorry for the depression and sadness. I ask you to forgive me and I understand that my apology is not a magic wand that you should change and accept everything ,as new. After all, there is a flood of water under our bridges and it is drained only a bucket at a time…
However, I do want to thank you for reading this letter, and no, it doesn’t make me feel better after writing it, but it does make me know that I have apologized without placing blame on neurotransmitters or my childhood circumstances. Even though, we are products of our past. In trepidation I write, I hope your childhood hasn’t effected your raising of your children and I pray you do not have any sadness or feelings of doom and gloom hanging over you. Your grandmother always told me when I was a child, that I was Chicken Little.Sighing here…
So, right here, I sever with a sword any familiar sadness that could effect you and your futures. I curse it’s roots of despair and feelings of impending doom. In God I trust to send his angels out to make it so…
We had a HUGE number of nominations, over 350, so thank you to everyone who took the time to nominate.
Voting Closes June 9th at 12pm. The winners will be announced on June 11th at the Bash. If you can’t make it then a winners post will go live at 5:15pm on June 11th.
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Good luck to all the nominees.
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