Friday, December 13, 2024

Season of The Sticks

 


Where all is bare for thee to See

here We are

 season of the sticks it be





Fur at her feet the old witch crow felt the water on her brow as she flowed through the window, recalling a time which was to be in a future and a past that always was, cyclical as is nature she moved her circles around and around, she spun them through the air.


 ...


"Can we keep that stick?"....She spoke firmly while continuing to sweep the dirt from the ground as she looked around; she didn't want to be the final say but she knew the history of that stick, the smooth feel of loving care to not splinter and wound with freckles from time gone, which it whispered for only the small ears to hear. One last time she swept this place to make new for a youthful view. 

Watching her husband peruse the fishing polls in front of him, she knew the dilemma, "Fishing polls don't go bad." She had come from an old line of fisher women and didn't think a corner with sticks was out of place.

"knock, knock, knock on wood and See do I detect a pixie here to help her be", the old witch crow spoke to the old cabinet that was to be left behind...she swept the old out ready for the new and different...maybe one day that cabinet would sparkle in the day. That cabinet, that knew how to stay behind and become more, for some else, an old hat doing an old magic job.

She hollered to her husband, "Keep that broom if it's a good one", good tools are good tools, even if you think, 'it's just a broom'., and sometimes let it stand a tall to watch...

They folded the magic carpet that had traveled from here to there, around the world and back again, some in between and many feet did it steed. One day it would be, a place in the clouds, where the gods would tread their feet amidst their midst.  

one down

Alhamdulillah


He amassed the mountain to move across land to meet her on the other end of time, his pale steed the one that moved matter through space. She took the fast horse, pale of colour to speed the way to a blue shift future as she gathered the wind at her bey. 






Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story





The stick made the pile with the fishing polls too, along with the brooms that clean the dregs from your rooms.




Tuesday, December 10, 2024

Encyclical: X, XII, XX XIV The Pilgrimage of Hope

 


The Catholic Church is dead. 


God is in not your building or a group of men, or women; God is all.

Anywhooooo

The Jubilee do you know what it be? A year of forgiveness for all of their sins, Old book stuff, every 50 years and some 500 too, go look up the thing, start on page one and then read all the other books too. What calendar are they looking at when they say forgiveness every 50year per the book and then the Pope (of which I remind you they were just a bit once Two) says forgiveness on a 25, I don't math well but I'm not a moron. Anyway, there is a huge gay movement in the Catholic Church and they just won along with the other heathens. 

What is it they are looking for forgiveness for because that plus movement sterilizes children as it chops off healthy tissue molding a Frankenstein not a shun for true? If it's forgiveness too late for the sun showed me full to the west at this morn when X marked the spot. 

I saw this YouTube video of this young handsome catholic priest and he quoted and encyclical of a past pope as his fast stop, but alas go a bit more back and you can See where the takeover would be. 


Please forgive my odd way 

words the old ones flow 

from below

 it'll be us against them

 don't ya know 



They want you to forget what they did, that virus they released on your mind, body, and soul, your future up ended, your children's lives they really don't care for. They removed your agency and then said, 'we didn't mean it', or 'we were scared' as they imprisioned the world in a hold. Well, in the erasure of the nose as was foretold and ignored by those who know, I don't know how it will go but something must give because what has and is happening. I say the things that are happening that they want you to ignore. So many resets they want to be, great and small and evil deeds too, no price on earth do they want to pay. Here is a solid for you, the little mans dollars debts and debts to others are those forgiven? or just the ones they* want undone? My Goodness gracious I know what to make of this. 



X

Gia Cardi

Earthly care taker to God's children 

Alhamdulillah  



There is a place where the Angels wings break out in fire, an open sky temple with alter table from stone of the earth where the martyred are recalled on a path to it all. Where She waits, I don't know the date. 



Long live Rome, 

it isn't a city just you See. 

Monday, December 9, 2024

TETHER

 


There she was underground at the base of the mountain town so to be nothing to see that what was is going to be into smoke into know the future we will grow flying high no tether now free for flight she's gonna get you now.

Wednesday, December 4, 2024

U.S. vs Skmetti

 


U.S. vs Skmetti will be heard today at the Supreme Court. Tennessee vs the Biden administration. The argument is easy, the United States Federal government is telling Tennesseeians that they are not allowed to have a Good moral community that says "No!" to the horrific practices of 'transing children'.
If you ever got in an argument with me and said, "it's the same as 'gay' back in the day" (SO to Speak), you are a fucking moron, you are scum of this earth.


She peered into the Stone of Alexandria 

and saw the white door

with an electric lock 

that doesn't even need a knock

 




Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story

Tuesday, December 3, 2024

Lot 7

 


In short hand the Book of Macabees would be a great read about now...

Time is cyclical 





Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story





Sunday, December 1, 2024

Low on the Horizon

 


The old black crow heard the doors opening and closing all around her

The sun beamed in to her skin

Low on the horizon 

Blue Shift

 


Everything is moving 

east, west, north, south, circles, spirals

heat gets turned up 

the friction of everything spinning a way

it opens doors and pathways

into a sunder it dwells down under 

a crag on the mountain tops 

another does take flight