After "Meet the Press" Rants

The judiciary is not out of cantrol, it is protecting the rights of the minorities over the rights of the majorities.
Lieberman I'm disappointed in you and your move to the right are you going to become Christian now? I will refuse to vote for you ever again. Siding with the radical right in the B.S. that this country was founded on religion when it was founded on the freedom from religion. No sanctioned national religion.
Creator? how do you see your Creator? Am I an individual supposed to see creator the same way you see Creator? I don't think I ever will as I don't see hate, I don't see discrimination in ANY form as an allowable thing to any human.
Why wasn't there a Wiccan or Pagan leader speaking in that group?
I am pagan, I will continue to be pagan. Quit slapping my face with your jesus and your god as neither mean a thing to me.
This country is becomming more and more a theocrasy. The case with T. Shiavo shows that, the anti-gay marriage amendments in so many states show that.
It makes me sad that so many people think that their religion is the only one and the only way. I even see infighting between good "christians" because they are not " following the same doctorine. SIGH!

My first write in

Our relevant officials should speak about the good we have done in Iraq, while beginning to withdraw our military. Now that the Iraqis are in a position to manage their own destiny; so far as keeping order and policing are concerned. It would be in our best intrest to maintain diplomatic and market relations with Iraq, directed by officials from the coalition countries.
This should be done before it's too late, as happened in Vietnam when a similar strategy was tried. It might be helpful to proclaim that the economic costs of the war including the mention of the human costs becomeing too burdensome. This should be done carefully, since it is difficult to persuade many people that a withdrawal on the basis of cost in lives and economic losses is not, a defeat. We have done more to help them with their freedom then any others before us.
The people of Iraq, have sacrificed enough in the process of having their autocratic government by Sunnis overthrown. So there will be better times for Shiites and Kurds, the small number of people of other religions and the secular people with their coalition government. There may be some violent rivalries between the two main factions (Sunnis and Shiites, the Kurds being mainly Sunnis), but this should be handled by the religoious leaders to resolve peacefully. In any case, the present of coalition troops seems to be mainly exacerbating the process.
As to the oil, we and our allies can still get what we need from Iraq by way of peaceful negotiations and competition, and some give and take.

Celestial Council of Elders, are they?

Are these the same Elders that control the battleground for the one on one fighting of "Magical People"?
Are these the same Elders that I have been working with, cursing, and used pot and alcohol to get them out of my head?
Are these the same Elders who are amused to have me discover that I am a contrary and a two spirit?
I have seen and stood under that arch no armor, but my magick, no weapons, but my magick. Trial by fire my first time as I was going up against someone with far more "this life" experiance.
At one time she showed me how she could kill me and drive off with no one the wiser. A bicycle can't beat a car, no matter what.
The Elders who when I was young woke the gifts of hearing grass, trees, animals, other peoples thoughts and feelings. Not putting someone in my way who could explain what was happening to me. Scared, yes, frustrated, yes, not knowing which way to turn first. Not understanding what was the next step. The only way I had to learn was from their voices and the animals and books that they put in my path. Hating my gifts as a curse, because I walked the edge of an abys as it was so hard for me to seperate this reality from the other reality. As if there was ever a real seperation for they are one and the same.
The Elders who gave me the grand joke of having to discover so much under this skin as a contrary who has such a problem with authority and yet doesn't act like it to the authority figures. If they only relized, but I'm sure they do. ( Lughing at myself)
The other part is the two-spirit vision(not dream for me) that let me know that being a lesbian wasn't a bad thing just a different thing and in trying to blend my life together for me I need to show others how not to blend theirs. Chaos is natural for me, but not for everyone else.
These Elders are they the same ones who keep putting different women in my path to see how far I will stray and what "type" I will fall for now. I get so angry because the women who are my intelectual equils are untouchable in so many ways and the women I can touch are ones that I feel that I am their teacher not a partner or just lover.
All this time, and all the situations, all the trials by fire. I will not ask why they have done this. I will say that I have growled so much that I feel somehow I will never stop.

Time

Time is like the spiral dance
It only serves to enhance
the meeting of the unknown
spaces caught between the
unknown places
For things don't work in a
linear way
I have seen this so I say
I will dance in time
To it's spiral ryhme

Poem - Untitled written 3/24/05

Who is this trying to speak with me.
It's a little balck girl who died fighting
for civil liberty.
She was killed in the fight to make
things right.
Killed by a man so full of hate.
He didn't have the time to wait.
He didn't want peace and liberty.
He didn't want to see anyone
different be free.
That wild dream last night was her
showing me her place in the fight.
The religions in all their might need
to step back and see the plight of each
and everyone in mankind.
They need to find the proper key to
stop this insanity.

This Weird Dream...

came to me durring the thursday into friday morning. It's so strange that all I can do is write it down and hope that someone can understand.

It started as me and 4 guys working on what looked like a road bridge made out of metal sheets. We had done several of these across the gorges and we were looking down on them, talking and a couple of the guys were horsing around. We heard some sounds and were looking around when several of the "bridges" fell. Then a large bunch of people came to where we were and talked with our boss. They handed us papers and left. Whoopie was one of the people.
The next part was me walking down the street with the piece of paper and stands on both sides of the street, like a street festival. Whoopie was in one of the stands and I was talking with her about our birthdays being so close - days apart only. Then this big group comes along the street and sweeps everyone into the bleachers of a huge stadium. I was sitting with some folks and we were waiting for something. I started to talk with one woman, saying I knew about something and she asks "what do you know?". I start to tell her and she tells me ssssshhh it's confidential everyone will know in time.
The third part was me hurring to a bus to go to another place to get another bus. We rode into a real old weirdly made building. Cause the bus pulled right into the building drove up a spiral ramp into a hallway, down the hallway to a special parking spot.
I made sure everyone else got to their rooms. I then went to the "front desk" because I had forgotten my paper. I found the room that I had been sent to and before I went in I saw a big hose thing and I was looking and playing with that when a man came along and made me leave it alone. He told me I wasn't to play with anything at all. I went into the classroom and there were bags of things on a shelf. The bags were open so I pulled the something out it was a stuffed rabbit I think. The teacher I think said something and I went over to her after putting the stuffie back in the bag on the shelf. I got my own mesh bag with a stuffie and some other things in it and I was told to sit down.
That's when my alarm clock went off.

The one thing about all the "main" adults were black and they seemed to be church type folks. It felt like all the church types were trying to make us non-church types become church types.

We Have Entered

We have now entered into the "day"
of the religious theocracy
We-our life partner have no say
over our dying body,
soon we will have no say over
our living body
Their religion/greed pushes
away common sense and
places us all in danger
of how we live and die.
Their theocracy already says who
we can and cannot marry
Now they want to tell us how to die.

Sent to Roberts and Brownback tonight - My words to them about a sad event.

This is about Terri Schiavo and the real lack of care that you as "Christians" are showing to this person and this country. By not allowing her the death that she needs after so many years of court wrangling by parents (who are making money off of her being in the hospital) and her husband (who wants her to rest and have peace). This has been going on for too many years already. Agreed it would have gone better if they had written living wills for this type of medical problem, but all the doctors I have read say there is no hope or help for her to get better. I understand the parents don't want to see her die. That is their baby, but the girl/woman they knew is gone and has been gone for many years. This type of political/emotional grandstanding won't bring her back and will cause more problems in this country by making the divide larger between the citizens.

The 60's - my family - part 1

The sixties brought many changes. Not all bad, not all good, but drastic changes in some cases.
Civil Rights was a major theme in so many ways and places. Not just the black/white thing although mostly that.
My stepdad was black/indian, my mom is white/indian, my father was white, but had the "black irish" in the family lines. So my family and I are in my laughing terms mutts. I could list every one of the "nationalities" that make me, but why, what real purpose would it serve?
The First Nations were also making their way to the foreground and in reality, our people should have been seen far before AIM and the others started speaking and trying to get our traditions back. This will always be a problem for me as a "mix blood" and the fact that as a mix blood, I'm not always seen by either side. Not "Indian" enough for some, too "Indian" for others. I refuse to choose one over the other as some have said I should. To do that would dishonor all who are my ancestors. I refuse to dishonor my family, good, bad, indifferent, in reputation and in "living" our paths. I tell folks who ask me I'm either famous or infamous depending on who you ask, especially in Minnesota.
Back to the sixties anyway .
I remember hanging out with my dad on the back of his '39 Harley Flathead. We worked in his darkroom, listening to the baseball games as we developed and printed photo's from his semi- professional photography business. We would go to the navy base in Long Beach and I would get my test for TB as my dad had been in an area where there had been people with active TB . He would see his doctors and then we would go watch the sailors demenstrating different weapons and the planes flying over head. That was just so cool.
In '65 I had an uncle in the army and I idolized that uncle. He is a cool guy, with a wife and 2 kids last I knew. I haven't made the time to talk with him in 2 or 3 years. This is not uncommon for me though. He went to Germany and I went there later when I was in the army myself, but that is for the 70's. One of my other uncle's was navy and he had been on the USS Kittyhawk off of the cost of Nam. He told my youngest uncle (3 or 4 yrs older then me) that the cause of the riots on the ship weren't racially started. It was because the captain of the ship wouldn't let the crew off for some R. and R. they had been out for several months and were going to be out for several more with no time away from the ship. How many of you have been on an air craft carrier? So many little compartments and then the hold of the ship being used to carry the planes, so they can fly their missions. The quarters are very cramped and that many sailors and marines that long on the ship leads to trouble.
Another one of my uncles was in the marines durring this war. He wasn't cool like my other uncles. He was a bully and I tolerated him because he is my uncle. If he could, he would pull my yougest uncle and I out of the trees that we climbed in the house in South Passadena. It was a huge house and I liked it there and I loved my Gram Helen and my Grandpa Howard.
Grandpa Howard died before 2 of my uncles went into the millitary. On my Gram's side of the family we have had atleast one from each generation in one branch of the millitary. I was the one for my bunch.


Part 2 tomorrow. Maybe...

News Bulletin Boards and just the News - Ignorance

Ignorance

For ignorance raises it's ugly head
Staring us in the face
It matters not the gender, creed or
race
Out there I see so much around me
Hate, ignorance and anger because
we are not all the same
We have to celibrate our differences
and share the knowledge
Not shun and turn away
We are not here to harm or kill
but to nurture those who come our
way
Hard lessons the human race has yet
to learn and one day they won't spurn
the chance to grow.

From the Job

There is a woman at work who is very insecure and when she is with others she feels the need to push buttons. Tries to make others feel as insecure as she is. She has tried to pick on me and I tend to just laugh at her antics, she can't hurt me. The other day though I just felt the need to put on to paper the words I would tell her if it wouldn't cause problems in the work place.

Laugh

Laugh at what you don't understand
Because you don't take the time to know
Closed minds, little lives
I should feel sorry for you
But I don't because
I laugh at your ignorance

(need to find a title)

Your feelings of inferiority that you have
to find ways to show your superiority are
amusing to see.
For you see it's an effort you waste on me.
You act so smug like you're the
"Queen she it", but you see to me you are
nothing but a punk little shit.

I Called - A poem for my mom's birthday

I called

I called my momma early today.

It's a special day, her birth of a day.

I sang happy birth of a day to her,

she laughed, she was/is happy.

I beat my baby sis and now momma

can tease my sis.

For years we have played

"Who can call momma first" on her

birthday.

Hehehehe, this time I won and

momma always wins.

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My mom and I are now on better speaking terms and for that I'm very happy. This ends many years of fighting between us. We are both very strong, stuborn women and when that happens there is usually fireworks. We are both the eldest kids in our generation of sibs.

Thanks PFLAG for the info that I sent to mom.

The Beginning

The year 1955 brought a lot of new things not just to America, but the world as well.
Germany was allowed into NATO, Tennessee Williams got a Pulitzer Prize in the Drama catigory for his work; Cat on a Hot Tin Roof. Ed Sullivan's show was new, Disneland and Mc Donalds both were opened. Rock around the Clock was the number 1 song.
This was 10 years after WWII, 1 year after Korea and 6 years before Viet Nam and actually 8 years before it was seen on tv .
November 17th, 1955 for the world was probably uneventfull.
For the other children born on that day, I hope you affect your corner of the world in the best possible way.
But in Torrance, California at 4:05 am a little girl was born. Her go by name now and her birth name aren't the same, even though she is the same child. With the way her world is, there is nothing that surprises her, as she has seen so many things.
How do I know her life?
How can I feel her story?
Because I speak of myself.
This isn't easy to write because I was taught not to brag. I was taught that to be proud was okay, but not too proud. I don't see myself as special. I am just another human.
I can't speak for others though.
This walk in life is just strange.

The story continues with...

... something I wrote in my early 40's

There was a time

There was a time as a child I would look at my eyes in the mirror and see mystery, seeing and yet not understanding what was to come in this life.

I learned many things and yet felt so much more and didn't understand.

No human to talk to, to tell things to, for who would understand.
There was a time as a teen that too many things came true from the dreams.
I felt things - other peoples feelings, pain, confusion and much more and I learned that somethings I had the age to understand and some I didn't.
It scared me for no religion could explain what was going on. They had no clue and I was scared so I drank, so I smoked pot and so I was angry at everything.
I didn't understand, there were no people I could talk to who would understand.
I felt lost.
I emersed myself in the mundane world as much as I could, but I wasn't allowed to as much as the rest around me.
There was a time in my twenties and thirties, I would look at my eyes in the mirror and I felt lost, dead, scared and like when I was a teen.
I felt death was the only way out and yet I wasn't allowed that rest.
I would cry, pray, fast, try every religion again even though I had learned as a young teen none understood.
They thought I was possesed by the devil, weird or just not all there ( a mental deficient) and they would try to "cure" me, drive out the devil or pat me on the head, smile and walk away.
Off and on this whole time I would go back to the most ancient ways. I knew through the animal spirits and elders who passed on, trees, rocks and the wind it's self.
The feel of the sun on my skin and yet I'm still alone.
The gray-blue eyes still cried at the loss of the being that belonged with them.
There is a time now in my fourties that I look at my eyes in the mirror and I see strenght, I see sorrow and I see mystery again for now I don't feel the same pain and angush that I used to feel because I know somewhere along the way I lost some of the ability to feel some things so sharply, but yet I can still feel other things in the old way. I want to cry for the things that could have been, had I not made some of the choices I had made. And yet I know my spirit needs to know these things to help others and now I can be one for others to talk with.
I sometimes feel like the lost child, but not like before, not with the longing of the innocence lost, misplaced and yes killed by my trying to hide, deny that I have a part to play in life for all life is connected.
There will be a time young ones come talk with this old blue hair for I will understand how you feel, what you see, hear, and just know.

I have walked a similar path.

A New Thing...The Story Starts

This is the story of a storm cloud. But we will start with some very old history first.

Declaration of Independence : July 4, 1776

We hold these truths to be self-evident:
That all men are created equal;

But you know we weren't. Over all the years, with all the tears shed by many different people for many things, equality wasn't/ isn't one of them.

So now I try to put this story together. I can't say it will flow as everyone knows that storms don't flow. They rumble, tumble and flash their way through every area where they travel. So many thoughts, so many peices to put into perspective.