Archive | June 14, 2013

When it comes to judging America for its sins, God is an absolute doofus

Progressive Culture | Scholars & Rogues

Lately I’ve been trying to figure out what the hell is wrong with God. And having no luck at all.

If you’ve been paying attention, by now you’ve figured out that natural calamities are God’s judgment on America. Preachers preach it and Christians believe it. When a hurricane hits, for example, it’s usually because we’re being unholy in some way or another. Drinking, fornicating, gambling, etc. But mainly the queers.

Katrina was God’s judgment. And it’s just beginning. Because of the Pride Parade. (A Google search on “Katrina God’s judgment” returns 129,000 hits, by the way.) Sandy? God’s judgment.

Tornadoes are God’s judgment. Earthquakes are God’s judgment. Forest fires, famine, volcanos – God’s judgment. You get the point.

Fine. God isn’t happy and he’s sending us a message. A warning shot across the bow, as it were. But…you can’t help wondering. Is God stupid? Does he…

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Tomorrow is Faire

Tomorrow will be our first Faire since the Hieromum died. We’ve done Faires without her but we always knew she was alive. I’m afraid there will be many tears shed. I know I will. We are having an altar to her memory in the Lounge of the church where we have the Faire so people can go in and pay their respects. I’m sure there are many people that have not heard yet and it will hit hard.

 

We do have two beloved guest which will help, CarolineWise and LindaIles.  Both were friends of Laura, Caroline had planned this visit to see Laura and missed seeing her in time but I hope being with us helped her some. London to LA is a long way to come and we appreciate her and love her for doing it.

 

I’m going down on the train again because is still hurts too much to drive. Last week almost killed me and I was in tears of pain by the time I got to the walking part home. No pain killer seems to work. I have darvocet at home but it has acetomenophen (tylenol) in it which I’m allergic to but if it gets as bad as it was last Sunday I swear I’m taking it and damn the consequences. My right arm gets to hurting so much just from hanging at my side, I can’t believe it. It was nice to wake up this morning pain free for a little while but now that I’m typing at the library it’s starting up again. At least if I can wake up pain free one morning it means it’s getting better, but enough whinging. I’m just happy to be going to Faire again.

Tomorrow is Faire

Tomorrow will be our first Faire since the Hieromum died. We’ve done Faires without her but we always knew she was alive. I’m afraid there will be many tears shed. I know I will. We are having an altar to her memory in the Lounge of the church where we have the Faire so people can go in and pay their respects. I’m sure there are many people that have not heard yet and it will hit hard.

 

We do have two beloved guest which will help, CarolineWise and LindaIles.  Both were friends of Laura, Caroline had planned this visit to see Laura and missed seeing her in time but I hope being with us helped her some. London to LA is a long way to come and we appreciate her and love her for doing it.

 

I’m going down on the train again because is still hurts too much to drive. Last week almost killed me and I was in tears of pain by the time I got to the walking part home. No pain killer seems to work. I have darvocet at home but it has acetomenophen (tylenol) in it which I’m allergic to but if it gets as bad as it was last Sunday I swear I’m taking it and damn the consequences. My right arm gets to hurting so much just from hanging at my side, I can’t believe it. It was nice to wake up this morning pain free for a little while but now that I’m typing at the library it’s starting up again. At least if I can wake up pain free one morning it means it’s getting better, but enough whinging. I’m just happy to be going to Faire again.

Last night I had the strangest dream

Last night I had the strangest dream (?) and yes, I know that’s a song title and in fact one of my favourites, but it was. I dreamed a male Druid came and told me I had to do 9 things. Now I don’t take orders from anyone I don’t know without questioning why unless it’s an emergency so that was the first strange thing.

 

They were all tasks I had to do in the local mountains I love. Some were physical, some were spiritual and some were mental. I can’t remember what the tasks were, all I know that was when I woke up the constant pain I have had for weeks under the right shoulder blade and down my arm was gone and I was sleeping comfortably on my right side. Something I haven’t been able to do in weeks. It’s back but not at the level it was at even yesterday and I only got 7 of the 9 tasks done before the cat’s stomach alarm went off and I got cat breath in my face. Would I have been healed if I had finished them? Makes me wonder.

 

It didn’t feel like one of my usually surreal dreams. It felt like one of my real dreams. When I have met deities in my dreams, those are the ones that feel “real” like they aren’t dreams and they are happening in real time. I have interactive conversations and can change dreams courses by what I decide. So was it a dream? One wonders…