prince of wands

okay so I'm making my prediction so I can say I told ya so. Side note- I think I have a new msg.r stalker and I'm absolutely not referring to you Marco- you're a fabulous fairy tale daydream (strictly coherently creative, grounded and harmless- human not idolistic, with not the slightest notion of an expectation. Nothing but respect k!) that's welcomely distracting me a tiny bit from the agonizing acceptance phase of a failed recent relationship that I want to fight with the passion of a religion or something but know, like a religion, is doomed to not save anybody. I only have like 5-8 "friends" on LJ btw all most entirely strangers that I thankfully can thus be myself with, not that I'm hiding much... sphinx! Hmm, what was I writing about? Oh there's something going on around now with I wrote "statue of liberty girl and her prince were walking down stream" before having coffee maybe 3 years ago that I believe has to do with the formula yhvh, suit of wands obviously. Any insight appreciated C93! I've been meaning to write you but there's too much to fit in one email and I'm not sure where to start rambling and if I start Will I end... Hell, I'm not sure if I'm going or coming. I have a theory about the backside of the same tree but I'm still tragically romantic with a martyr complex at times, others so completely tired and jaded. That just reminded me of JC Superstar, love that stupid movie!

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Birth

Today is the day I'm suppose to be happy that I was born. If I can pull it off supposedly some other people may be too and we'll celebrate it together. *sigh* I'm certainly not holding my breath so theoritically it's my voluntary will to maintain what's called life. Hmm- it's a start. Why is it that I feel like I need external appreciation for my existence to be thankful for being able to provide it? For my joy is your joy! Happy Birthday to me! Happy Birthday to me! Happy Birthday to whowhateveritisIam- Happy Birthday to me!

Miracle Masochism

I so can't wait for the next time someone silly seeks me out for assistance on their path to spiritual enlightenment. I made it though a saturn return in cancer, had a year and a half now to reflect on it, kept myself true to my oldest commitment- that's a qualifying accomplishment if I've learned anything whatsoever for the life I've lived. The first thing I plan on telling my seeker of priviledged secrets is "the road to hell is paved with good intentions." Ha! Still find it ridiculous that one turned out to make perfect sense... I actually must be extra dense to have had things things taught to me so blatantly obvious in method. For an example I spent seven years trying to understand why I was convinced my soulmate "the love of my life" is this guy named Freedom. Yeah, seriously- "I'm in love with Freedom why won't he be just with me?" or better yet "if you love him set him free!" You have gotta be fucking kidding me?! Nope, all the corny cliches are entirely true that's why they stick in your head to annoy the shit out of you and our language was carefully developed to seem to irradicate itself. At the wise old age of 19 I suddenly stuck my finger in the air to say "excuse me universe, I'm new here. Hi, I'm in kinda a hurry and I don't have time to waste taking math classes to get a piece of paper that might not earn me more paper that I supposedly need to live. Apparently it doesn't grow on trees so we kill them because this is more important than fruit or oxygen.. so it is adamant that I learn how to manifest this stuff and I'm confused why I'm not capable of cutting down my own tree, why my labors would be worthless." "It's a Miracle!" it said "if you believe it you won't be disappointed in the world you live." So I learned of a place called Miracles Cafe where I could volunteer to work and possibly learn how miracles are made and the nature of the destiny I posess. I dropped everything to heed the calling and have never been disappointed in the world at all but sometimes morbidly myself though I've tried my best. I know you don't believe I'm totally serious- must be some cryptic code I hold the key to and you're suppose to just guess, no place has ever existed where miracles happened daily and no problem wasn't solvable with only love and trust except for how to pay the rent on the threshold of a vortex with a different kind of barter system.. Well, I bet you can find some record of it if ya google it- ran by a Miracles Entertainment Inc. or a naive, freeloading, hippy communal depending on how you looked at it. Miracles Cafe 800 High St Bellingham, Wa Or maybe I am truly crazy instead of everyone else...

pink flying elephants

''The whales used to sing the song-lines under the water,'' Marty said. Now, as we know, many whales and dolphins are being killed by sonar testing. ''Their whole navigation system is built on sound and so they are very sensitive to sound vibrations,'' she explained. So these experiments are killing off the sentient beings in the ocean. ''I don't know if it's on purpose,'' she said. ''Whales, porpoises, and elephants are more intelligent than most politicians.''

Labyrinths as Sacred Sites with Marty Cain