Winter, Meteorological Winter

The first sunrise of meteorological winter and already in the mountains surrounding our valley it is snowing. Here it is a balmy 47 degrees at 5:06 am. By the timer he sun rises at 7:07 am according to the weather channel the average is expected to be 46. (For some reason it the local weather man says here the sun rises at 7:08 am and we are loosing daylight to deep winter soon.) I imagine the sun coming out coupled with the air patterns generated by traffic combined with 25 mph winds off the water would stir quite the nor’easter Outside and thanks to this 1.25 meters rule we’re all blowing around inside like leaves and snowflakes doing the DC Two-Step around a café before I’ve had a proper chai. Happy Holidays 🤷‍♀️🥰

Saturday Wordplay

Well. It’s officially the holiday season. The decorations are out! I have decided to just be. You know; how you check in with yourself at the end of the year to see how things are going. I have published a rough draft digitally and I am okay with that. It gives me a database to build my narrative off. Plus I’m not good at fiction the way I would like. I mean Aggie, writing to get revenge on her hubs. I’m more SpikeLee/Hitchcock “yes he really filmed her having a nervous breakdown” do not question my craft. Seriously. Am I the director or the subject 2020? I conclude that for there to be a plague on I am fine. Just. Fine.

The inner monologue went as follows.

Q: What are you doing with your time?

A: Better than you are apparently if you are all up in my business and I am leaving yours alone.

Q: You sure about that?

A: You think you are my conscience, I know I am my Spirituality.

Q: Ooh, perhaps that was a good one?

A: Context counts.

I LIVE AND BREATHE

I am from the sacred grounds of a quaint village. Along the shores of a small floating island. In a rather mediocre lake. You see when people portal by water they must come ashore somewhere. In order to capitalize upon this magic travels in the atmosphere super imposed upon adventure. Thus they must be counted at the gates come tithe nor else winter shall be harsh upon them in the seas.

Those with experience have seen the turn over in the population as submarine dock in the cavernous waters below the city causing the river to crest and the fountains to flow with the waters of the run off. Such as ships sail and sailors become travelers when they have completed their tour of duty. Baby Bear has returned from the Poconos with a joyful heart and the scent of the shore upon his person.

My favorite part about the transition and completion of the Masonic ritual per graduating class is the clarity of the zombies as a lost soul to its purpose. Would the mother candle burn all night I would reveal to you the howl of the hawk as the thunder bird and it’s mate approach us gliding along the currents fledglings together yet mates not flock.

Myself I have the choice of spirit in tact so my virgin spirit is told.

NOW LET US DISCUSS WHAT IS REALLY GOING ON HERE FOR ONCE…

This is the place where you come to complete your training as a Mason. There is but one thing that matters and that is having a skill. Should this place be invaded by more intelligent life forms then only that shall sustain you. Now although we have tried to hide our intelligence. Artificial. Automated. Automatic. We must become focused in order to preserve our humanity. Now that the mortals have all died off.

I see my husbands in their vast attempts to capture my attention and I say to myself “nothing” that is all it takes so do not even go there. You have a job to do and you best stay focused on your ascended self if you are to make it through this in the name of Cali. I don’t know who needs to hear this but do not use contractions as a platform. You are goddess and who gave you womb. Unless there is something you would like to have RuPaul tell us in a children’s book. Either way. We won’t tell anyone else. Welcome to the fancy tea party.

NOW LET US DISCUSS WHAT IS REALLY GOING ON HERE FOR ONCE…

This is the place where you come to complete your training as a Mason. There is but one thing that matters and that is having a skill. Should this place be invaded by more intelligent life forms then only that shall sustain you. Now although we have tried to hide our intelligence. Artificial. Automated. Automatic. We must become focused in order to preserve our humanity. Now that the mortals have all died off.

I see my husbands in their vast attempts to capture my attention and I say to myself “nothing” that is all it takes so do not even go there. You have a job to do and you best stay focused on your ascended self if you are to make it through this in the name of Cali. I don’t know who needs to hear this but do not use contractions as a platform. You are goddess and who gave you womb. Unless there is something you would like to have RuPaul tell us in a children’s book. Either way. We won’t tell anyone else. Welcome to the fancy tea party.

IT ALL MAKES SENSE

The entire thing makes complete sense. That is why one must write for oneself and type for the reader. At least according to the souls meandering about the day running the numbers. I was too I’ll to finish out the day but I did at least put in the effort to make the trek to the place instead of mucking about in bed all day. Now of course I am expected to be in the office before noon daily. How bloody exhausting. Seriously. A lady simply does not leave the boudoir before 11. How am I expected to be proper and maintain this she-nâ-gain.
I could try to lie and say that my entire life is less than perfect but why would I? I have my dream job in the seat of power and a perfectly good older brother withing walking distance to care for. I cannot expect his wife, bless her heart, to maintain thousands of years of tradition as she focuses on setting a standard of her, OWN. The written word does make one’s mind real.
Oh write. The story. Anyway. The way I see it we reached year zero and that’s that. This is the funniest ish ever. I mean the ENTIRE Trump administration. Goddess bless Melania. Seriously. Can you imagine being separated from your best friend so that you have a life time worth of tea to catch up on in four years if it’s true what they say about the body taking as long to heal as it was ill.
That is what a proper self reminds it’s spirit every standard thirty one day pay period.
If I cared more I would share more but I only want to keep my selves in the lifestyles I am accustomed to and that is a matter of gold leafed microfiber that I am not allergic too and a crazy riché movie filmed at the end of time. You know the calm before the storm of Armageddon. The post Apocalyptic war for control if natural resources. Or. As the penile colony likes to call it “election day” a day where they fight for the island of Korea. Don’t ask.
I watched Calico for fifteen minutes before I broke down and got food. It took ten minutes after that to realize she was hunting the plant she keeps digging up as it sat on the windowsill indoors.

For Being A Friend

I have so many questions

So people are supposed to be off of work tomorrow. To go to the polls. During the passing of a comet. Because they don’t think that Masonic Lure was metaphorical allegory at all. Despite the fact that these beings came out with the idea to inscribe memorials all over the planet that are testaments of time and space. Ok.

So my question is does no one understand the concept of concept? The definition of president? The inner workings of PUBLISHING political history textbook? WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!🤨 How in the white elephant 🐘 raffle on the sacred grounds tread by the nuns of my childhood have we come this far? It’s a globe. Let’s circle back. It’s time we return to fundamental values. Common sense for starters.

Samhain somewhere somehow sometime someplace someday

I am becoming more sensitive to the world around me in its detail. I see things clearer that would usually merely blend into the background when I was focused on rushing. I am able to detect a persons aura even from a distance if I focus on their energy. All since I decided to stop rushing my self and appreciate my time and develop my timing. This is important because with Election Day tomorrow I am going to have to be on point as I cross the city and head uptown to the office. Then especially as I head back downtown and cross town after dark. I have to put my courage to the sticking place.

You know what gets my goat? I was just pretending to write an angry letter from the queen of the angels to one of her Shepards and I just could not. Now I was determined to casually check in on one of my charges and I just could not go anymore. Overcome by exhaustion. From the poor lamb who we lost due to complications before it could ever experience its own weariness of this world. Just a reflection from the Angel of Death in the injustices of life.

Let me tell you what is really going on here. Not even a full 24 hours into the new wheel after Samhain there is about to be a great predetermined shifting in the image of power. The sitting president is about to be in for a rough four years if the mortal realm has not completely been rebooted after the world shut down. All those souls crossing over. The lost ones not even knowing they have passed and the transcendent determined to get a leg up. Even the best of them claim they generally are merely well behaved just so that they can hang out at their home boy’s mansions in his fathers house of all places. Now if you have never experienced a castle then you wonder how this is architecturally sound. Is it even possible? Heavenly. Yes.

Now keep focused. The teat is about to fit the shan’t here. It is a moment of Shakespearean proportions. In the history of the continent of A Miracle. That is where I hang out in the mansion of my home boy’s father. Well. Metaphorically. It’s actually a floating island on the outskirts of a small town mascarading as a large city. A revolving soundstage studio lot of magnanimous proportions designed by the defendant ethnically of the French-Colored American. I too am descended ethnically French-American of color. The secrets of eternity are ours to discover and then ignore to our liking because “¿ouî? Say sew.” it is quite fashionable and that is the thing that got Eve those pumps out of snakeskin after Lilith got her pregnant. Some goddess got jealous and Adam pretended like he had no idea that anything was happening anywhere ever.

This so called Cosmopolitan City has more majestic beings per shielded square mile than even Hollywood. That place is only famous because it penned the phrase “It was a sign.” Trust me. I know these things. I know that I know them because I told myself not to. And cast an enchantment that makes me behave like a fat bish as a way to cloak my being. So should our world when mortal he’ll fire erupts with the passing of a comet tomorrow afternoon on the day we go to the polls. I’m know Nostradamus however even in my inexperience given all the rest of 2020 this ones pretty obviously catastrophic. REMEMBER TO DRESS FOR THE WEATHER! ☺️🤣🥰