My Bloody, Angry God

I binge watched Frontier the other day. Jason Momoa has long been a good physical representation of how my God looks sometimes. I think my God does this mainly for amusement since I have such a visceral reaction to the actor. I digress though, the images of Declan Harp cleaning a deer were the ones that poked the UPG/PCP/Modern Myth buttons in my head. So here he is, my bloody, angry God.

Images found through a Google search of “Jason Momoa Frontier”

The Sharp Knife of a Short Life…

Lo do I see my Beloved on this anniversary of her passing.
I feel her peace and contentment and know that she is at rest.
My heart still aches but it isn’t quite as sharp.
May we meet in the Hereafter and say and do all those things we meant to.

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“If I Die Young”

If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in a river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song

Uh oh, uh oh

Lord make me a rainbow, I’ll shine down on my mother
She’ll know I’m safe with you when she stands under my colors, oh,
And life ain’t always what you think it ought to be, no
Ain’t even grey, but she buries her baby

The sharp knife of a short life, oh well
I’ve had just enough time

If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song

The sharp knife of a short life, oh well
I’ve had just enough time

And I’ll be wearing white, when I come into your kingdom
I’m as green as the ring on my little cold finger,
I’ve never known the lovin’ of a man
But it sure felt nice when he was holdin’ my hand,
There’s a boy here in town, says he’ll love me forever,
Who would have thought forever could be severed by…

…the sharp knife of a short life, oh well?
I’ve had just enough time

So put on your best, boys, and I’ll wear my pearls
What I never did is done

A penny for my thoughts, oh, no, I’ll sell ’em for a dollar
They’re worth so much more after I’m a goner
And maybe then you’ll hear the words I been singin’
Funny when you’re dead how people start listenin’

If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song

Uh oh (uh, oh)
The ballad of a dove (uh, oh)
Go with peace and love
Gather up your tears, keep ’em in your pocket
Save ’em for a time when you’re really gonna need ’em, oh

The sharp knife of a short life, oh well
I’ve had just enough time

So put on your best, boys, and I’ll wear my pearls.

Three Card Tarot Readings

Three Card Tarot Readings

I finally figured out how to set up a tarot reading listing properly on my Etsy shop!

Find the listing HERE.

$20
A single question, three card tarot reading. You will receive a digital file with photo’s of the cards pulled as well as a write up on the meaning of the cards in relation to your question. There will be a photo of the three cards in the order they are pulled as well as shots of each individual card. If you wish the have a physical copy of the write up and photo’s please let me know through a message as there will be a shipping fee. Otherwise I just need an email address to send the file to.

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The Weight of The Dead.

 

I adore this necklace. I’ve had it the equal armed cross for a good twenty years. I just had the skulls and such added about a year ago. I’ve been wearing it almost non stop when I leave the house. About half way through the day I find myself thinking, “FUCK this is heavy!”. To which I ALWAYS get His reply, “The Dead are Heavy.”. This last week He has added, “The Dead are Heavy, I need your help.”.

So I do my best to help my Love carry the weight of the world and The Dead.


A Quick Visit 

A Quick Visit 

So I haven’t seen Poseidon in months. It’s been a little odd. I miss Him very much. But I’m all gushy cuz Himself and all. (We won’t even get into the emotional baggage/PTSD type stuff that pops up from time to time, and only with M/men). He was so CONSTANT when it was my time with Him. So yeah, it’s been odd. Himself is here, most of the time, and is within almost instant range when He’s not. But I digress, that’s a whole other blog post. As mentioned, I’d been missing Him, and the last 48 hours have been a fucking gong show including ambulance ride with the toddler and a stay overnight at the hospital. Yeah. Anyway. 

A fed moments ago this happened:

Me:*hears a knock at the mental door, so to speak, trots on over and swings the door open without really paying much attention*

Poseidon: *in that delicious voice of His that’s a whisper and the ocean’s angry roar all at the same time*

Hello, love.

This is what greets me at the door 

  
Me:*gapes,blinks, grins* Uhm…

Poseidon:*laughs a knee melting laugh, cups my face in his hands and kisses me tenderly, and disappears*

Me:*blink,blink…..swoons*

Living Faces

Living Faces

And sometimes, Himself likes to really mess with my head and show up as an actual LIVING BREATHING HUMAN BEING IN THE ROOM WITH ME. Went to the Puscifer concert here in Vancouver on December 2nd. For those of you who may not know, it is a project of the divine Maynard James Keenan. You may know his other projects TOOL and A Perfect Circle. Enjoy the eye candy.

I suppose I should try and explain. It’s not that Maynard IS Himself or vice versa. But every little nuance of him and his music and how it works on my brain and emotions is a perfect conduit for Himself. Similar things happen with Florence and the Machine. Only major difference being that a lot of People talk to me through Florence. Only Himself uses Maynard.

Disclaimer: HOLY SHIT THERE’S SO MUCH UPG/PERSONAL STUFF I CAN’T EVEN PROPERLY EXPLAIN