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Poet Edith Sitwells mother. Betrothed at 17 after meeting her husband twice. She is a Plantaget, had a raging temper. George consummated only to procreate.
30/06/2023
The Shroud of Turin, Secrets of the Resurrection | Documented Miracles The Shroud of Turin, the alleged burial cloth of Jesus Christ, is one of the greatest mysteries of Christianity. Is the Holy Shroud a forgery? Or was the fig...
22/06/2023
Le Groupe SBS, leader de la manutention et du levage au Maroc Le Groupe SBS est spécialisé dans les métiers du bâtiment, du levage et de la manutention, ainsi que dans l’environnement avec une présence à l'international.
17/06/2023
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14/06/2023
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19/03/2023
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19/03/2023
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17/03/2023
Howlin at the moon
16/03/2023
Symphonic prayer enjoy
Tony Anderson - The Way Home (Extended Version) A Beautiful and Inspiring piano orchestral song from Tony Anderson, full of awe and imagination that takes you into a travel between the stars ...
This is why I no longer eat Calamari
16/03/2023
Whales excrement is the compost of the sea. There are 73 killer whales left. Whale poo feeds lower organisms that in turn provide nutrition up the chain. I do not know how many s***m whales there are… bless our coast, pray they be free and prosper. If our oceans succumb… so will life as we know it.
Enjoy this lovely union. In future I hope he sails with a barnacle brush… almost just a tease for this giant mammal.
16/03/2023
Saw a this on tik toc— 0ver 1 million views since 2 years ago says YouTube. This song draws me closer to the divine. To prayer. We are all loved like this…. Sink into this feast and take your fill. Her vocals a soft yielding tide.
In love’s holy name, bless us all.
This woman’s voice rings of child, such a pure effervescence. I pray she be kept safe from snakes in the grass, that she continue to grow skyward in her discerning divinity and trust, that when faced with darkness or diversity she seek heavens guidance and intuitively knows how to walk within it. Avoiding repeat episodes of suffering. Also that her essence naturally inspire others free from realms of ego.
That her ancestors direct her career and vision, that her shield slake away jealousy and competition.
When we encounter the fragile gift of another, let’s say a silent thankyou to our Father and lift them up towards his halo.
We all know a heart like this, be they famous, rich or not. Quietly pour grace, kindness, let them know in some kinda way, free from ego they are seen and appreciated exactly as they are. You got them.
Send life long love from the holiest of gates. In so doing we belong to each other, near or far. Love given on this level is also simultaneously boomeranged back, don’t be surprised if your chest jumps a little, simply and gracefully receive as Angels when we acknowledge their care and attention.
We are all children in this garden, forgiveness ready for to have by those seeking clarity of communion and collective freedom.
Sew. So…
Ground deeper, center.
Rise higher like a Phoenix kissed by ashes with reclaimed wisdom.
We sometimes fall into the groove that we are only our pain. In some family systems grief is so thick nothing flows. We can “walk away “, yet if anger and contempt drive our exiting bus, we take the darkness of the ancestral shadow within, amplified.
Shorting out the very progress we seek.
Pain is a teacher like no other.
Tough to be at east, rocking in the arms of discomfort.
Grace supports our healing humility when we choose to be as free and soft as the voice of this dear child.
A ho
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16/03/2023
So much comfort in their flow… thank you elemental ancestors
The Cherokee language The language and culture of the Cherokee Nation in the Appalachian region of North CarolinaExcerpt from from the documentary "Voices of North Carolina"* at 1...
15/03/2023
Incredible!! Happy birthday Jonathan!
14/03/2023
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Read this today…. A bit messy… but also blessy in a good way. Similar name as someone I knew before, but just coincidence.
I Once Knew Your Husband as Well as You Do
Hello
You were the one that came before me
He once showed me a back shot photo
Of you in a red dress
Auburn hair, flowing.
Like Lady Magdalene from Mayne
He
Said
He fell in love with you in grade 3
That you dated 3 years while in college
Used to practice printing over and over
Together
Cat
Dog
House
33
The age Jesus transcended
The age he was when I left city life
And the age I was married, years later
in the woods,
far far away
His mother really loved you
You had her vote
Smart, practical, Classic Medieval Celt features
Royal confidence
Brook Shield Eye Brows
(His fav)
I have had too- we do have that in common
Mine now need great touching up, the black having turned snowball kitten white…oy
You were-
Poise, socially educated, an asset to status climbing
Me-a rough Philly, kind, sensual, but not too smart
Not a trophy wife in anyway
Likely never to be much of anything in a status
Kind of way
I no longer try to climb those ladders anymore
I am a spider weaver, not an eagle or a hawk.
Yet I do get caught wishing I was more/less this/that at times.
Hello
You were also the one that came after me
After he bought his first house
After I finally found his house number,
Two months after our last break up.
Dated him from 16 to 23
7 years
M Monroe- film the 7 Year Itch
She turned trauma survivor into an Art.
I visited to drop off some high end wool sweaters and some shirts.
He liked to look sharp
You know…
I know you do
I know
I crushed immediately watching him slide home from 3rd base
Short shorts
Powerful femurs
I was 16
He was 23
What did I know about love, life, men?
He was tall, Godly. Confident.
He said I was a Lady- not like the others
I took that as a compliment
No idea what he meant
If we ever meet again- I might ask
Him to clarify
It’s already been 40 years.
Holy.
Holy.
Light.
Cool phrase
Also a wonderful song by Neil Diamond
Kind of a more conservative Elvis type.
Sophisticated lyrics.
Well loved.
Heart of a poet.
We used to see each other Friday, Saturday nights,
Saturdays days were home chores in lieu of rent
So it was afternoons or later.
Everything was scheduled, not my skill set.
He had it down.
still had a paper rout at 27,
man of the house
For his single mom
And elder aunts/uncles
Heroic.
Loved dogs
Babies
Seniors
A gent
I mean that
Car doors, bags, restaurant chairs
Real old school
Lovely
The paper route was
Two birds, one stone
Time to think,
Dump some tension
So busy with college,
It was pocket money
and a great way to stay in shape
Could also see who’s car was in who’s driveway
Info is leverage. Gossip not so much.
Would have made an excellent officer
Level headed.
Cool, fit, genuine,
fierce when needed.
After all
Time was money
Money… almost being everything
At least back then
The free living 60s were
long gone by 1980 some
It was still mostly 1950 in our burbs,
Except now folks had more than one car
minus the tranquilizers
Gay partners hiding out in straight family scenarios
Because there were no other options.
We loved to dance
All eyes on us
None of the women
Ever spoke to me
I realize now
They likely missed you too much
At the time I let it hurt me.
Live
Learn
Now I know
Anyone else’s opinion of me is none of my business
Darling
Sunday was family and Church,
I wasn’t ever invited,
silence as a wall when
I asked once to go too…
No idea then the “No” was
To save face
Likely
because you would be there
Silly girl in the white summer dress
No idea that being braless with
A double A cup was an affront to decency.
A mini rebellion.
I rather chose to allow my lymph glands
To circulate… mom passed of breast cancer.
Braless French women have the lowest cancer incidence.
We
practised
love
arts
Instead of printing
Similar but different
But we were older, so it’s ok
Sometimes
In the heat…
He’d cover my mouth
To stifle
My inner Aphrodite
Shush…
He preferred nice to natural
I’ve since learned
Some Catholic men do
And some don’t
Each to their own
Besides
Most often Male climax needs less coaching
Kind of ride, point and succumb
Easy peasy
You
Know?
Hello
You- a semi pro photographer
Me- just amateur, barely use a cell phone even
You-a renowned columnist, community event writer
Me- the odd song/poem or article but only in my youth
You- exquisite needle work, renaissance candles, boxes of baking as all season gifts
Me- only sew with safety pins, glue and staples when it works.
Tend to Ignore jagged edges,
scissors often too dull
And Thread gets tangled
ADHD =impatience
You-elite realtor
Me-can barely read fine print, grade four math
You- surrogate mother of lovely Indie girls who wear crocodile Dundee hats and retro footwear
Me-non consenting egg donor during medical procedure of a different nature
when I was 9,
My undisclosed “fish” donation suspended forever in Co2 and dance floor ice
For science into perptuity
Regardless
Why would a 9 year old in 1971 need three ovaries anyway?
After all, the removal eradicated a severe painful bowel obstruction
Never did solve the need for 2-3 tampons at once
Or the feverish cramping that had me panting like a laboring dog, every three weeks til 1997.
Birthing is salve sometimes.
Healed chronic bladder issues by stretching tissue.
Two uteruses are also a medical phenomenon, that no one talked about back then.
Another “twin” phenomena.
“Oh for C sakes…” it’s not that bad, “Why are you always so dramatic?” I would hear, shivering on a summer day in the car backseat, almost blacking out from the pain.
We had every kind of spirit in the cupboard for Christmas dining,
Nothing worked as well as Apricot Brandy for relief
No harm done…
Well maybe a little
Maybe a little
A little
Bit
You know about conjoined twins right?
And three kidneys instead of two… often a symptom of nature changing her mind to grow a twin.
Chimeras are people who literally reabsorb their “twin” cellularly in utero.
Fantastically they can contain two or more sets of DNA, completely foreign to each other.
Children birthed by a chimera woman may not even be a DNA match to their bio mom!!
Yikes, no cellular claim to an offspring can be devastating or leave one wide open to treachery.
Paternity issues… legitimacy… inheritance, etc etc
A white American “chimera “ lost her 2 black babies because DNA did not match.
WHERE DID SHE GET THEM??? Everyone asking.
I mean really?
To get her kids back she had a third by the same man and insisted a DNA test be done immediately at birth.
Yes you are correct that wet, bloody, foamy, waxy fish didn’t match her either and moments before it was safely neath her ribs.
Men in authority witnessed this.
So of course it need be true.
Thank Goddess. Thank God.
Decency etc.
In Grans day your word and a shake were everything.
High honour.
Today, not so much.
Average person known to lie 15 x per day.
Dam
Theme break-
In WW1, during surgery medics would stuff crazy things like shoes, screw drivers, tea cups high on ledges in the operating room, hidden from view by those below. A controlled study of sorts, items were changed often at random, by a secret crew.
Uncanny how many vets would awake and ask about the shoes, or photos or whatever was up there! Like whoa Nelly
Awareness of Astro travel has been around since Jesus, but kind of a secret, only for papals and other royals…you know
Keep your power close and your enemies closer they say,
whoever they are.
I would like to meet them.
Do you know who they are?
Them and they are so varied in meaning these days.
Trans parent see.
FYI
No one to date has legal authority for tissues removed anyway during a previously consented procedure. Don’t believe me, schoogle it.
I am still curious how many others have three ovaries with no issues… or does PCOS, Cysts,
Ectopic conception, infertility, seggs dysfunction,
Endometriosis ensue due to anomalies are only now being studied?
Maybe medical research is looking at these pressing issues with fresh eyes.
Dad used to say, “follow the money”, he ran a logging camp, so what would he know?
Female medical research is a new trend
Given we hold up half the sky, this is also curious
To me.
Freuds colleagues used to get between the sheets
To study female hysteria- concluding or**sm released pelvic “humours”, healing those diagnosed with “hysteria”
That was ages ago, doesn’t happen now, right?
Too creepy.
Medics are now well aware of immoral practice.
But the area is grey too.
Like those 150 siblings suing a Canadian fertility MD (Order of Canada) for using his own s***m to ensure conception.
His sincere old school position, “you are here, what is the issue?”
Well he passed on genetic illnesses for one, and the women assumed their husbands semen was being used, etc
Back in the day… you know, probably happened more often than is known, like the unethical syphillus study of intentionally infecting black American men in the 50’s.
“They” wanted to see what would happen. These men would go to MDs for help and would receive placebo treatment, infecting wives and kids, study lasted 40 years.
Schoogle it.
OMYGodYes… true.
Then
More like healing hormonal cascades- language changes over time
You know?
Now we have OMYGodYes
For female self help
What are your bits, how do they work?
When I was 12 (1974)
In the Era of feminist Gloria Steinem- we had her book “Unich”
In the family room
Fatter than a bible, heavy and strikingly beige
Tucked on a shelf in the sewing cupboard.
Not on the chique glass coffee table boasting the books “Jonathan Livingston Seagull” and “The Prophet” a story of saint Kahlil Ghibran. I noted men could speak, women had to closet whisper.
So I bravely asked mom in the kitchen out of the blue
Classic me
Did she ever O?
And if so, How did she?
Like this or like this…
Grans Nursing text from 1932 had a passage
Addressing female waters, with diagrams etc
Bored summer afternoons in the too hot attic were less tedious after that.
The C head, in women is a knot of 7000 nerve endings as opposed to the 3500 in a p***s, creepy how they would know all this— but hey, science is science right? Medically we have known this for only a decade, German research.
Some dear providential soul git set up with lights, camera, action and actually likely tweezed out the nerve strands to accurately assess their length , location and paths while counting each one.
Helpful no?
Makes me wonder how well some Auscwits experiments served our present medical research.
Historically medical students might go into the street hit someone in the head as their next cadaver in the 1700’s, little storage so likely a fairly regular occurrence for the larger good.
Even today tissue gets cut up, collected, saved for later as jarred specimens.
Humans have always loved fossils.
The C is the ONLY body organ designed exclusively for pleasure. No?
Yes.
And still, a too large percentage of women have trouble in the bedroom, ignorant of their own plumbing or too shy to ask, or their partners are impatient, unwilling etc.
Vj parties and mirrors are no longer cool.
I wonder how infidelity stats would drop by resolving this. Maybe someone should set up a double blind study.
Not sure how it can be done ethically, but does that really matter if in the end we cut the divorce rate in half and eradicated domestic unhappiness, maybe even violence etc?
Back to Mom and 0,
tangents- hey
meh- welcome to my weird
To excuse herself from the topic, (likely saving us
Both), she paused… took a breath, looked away and said, “ No.”
Empathically I dropped my seggs edu convo
Always a good, respectful girl.
Raised right. Seen not heard. Stay even.
Small is best. Accommodateing is best etc etc
Even now mostly.
No eff bombs here.
I was a wee nice girl holding a too hot Potato- which was potentially more like a hand gr***de.
Respect regarding other peoples boundaries, is essential.
See HPA and P**A Re important government legislation regarding health consent, boundaries, practice and freedom of information.
Consent is key.
Would you like cream or milk in your coffee?
Sugar or honey… and so on.
As in
Evolution
The more we know
The more we grow
God love us. And he does, really.
Hello
You-Secret Spell Caster
Me- addicted to online Tarot- haven’t got a clue yet
How to though, which seems a waste of many hours
Subsitute for netflicks and TV.
(Haven’t had TV since I left home in the 80s)
That said influencing the free will of another in any way is not for me, anytime, anywhere. Period.
We are commanded in faith to love our neighbours, enemies as our own. Every faith frames this around the world.
Sometimes distance is needed for safety.
Understand hurt people hurt others, and ask for their healing. Prisons fester wounds, they are not salve, netflicks or no, 3 squares or no do not undo decades of intergenerational trauma on their own.
You-Lavender soap maker for family and friends
Me-Lavender syrup, and candied flowers for plating
You-Winner at all costs
Me-tail between my legs, ready, set— run
You-sorority wish scholastic granter
Me-closet prayers for loves, frenemies and demons
You-a commercial Gift maker
Me-ADHD-useless at crafts, two left feet at times.
The Wind tells me
Love is in the air
Perhaps one day
We will meet
Over
Coffee and crumpets
Orange marmalade
Was his favorite
Is
It
Still?
——/—-//
I have often prayed
He lives well
Happy
Secure
He
Dreamed of a picket fence-rocketing successful life
I am still trying to make it to the middle of the ladder….
All good.
I have Jesus.
Forgiveness
Freedom
None of which money can buy
And by the way dear
Coffee Lady
Do you prefer cream or milk?
Honey or sugar?
Or
Drink
It
Simply
Black?
A Hart
No relation
13/03/2023
Some kinda love story… before Insta everything.
Before what about my needs.
REFLECTION
"My parents were married for 55 years. One morning, my mom was going downstairs to make dad breakfast, she had a heart attack and fell. My father picked her up as best he could and almost dragged her into the truck. At full speed , without respecting traffic lights, he drove her to the hospital.
When he arrived, unfortunately she was no longer with us.
During the funeral, my father did not speak; his gaze was lost. He hardly cried.
That night, his children joined him. In an atmosphere of pain and nostalgia, we remembered beautiful anecdotes and he asked my brother, a theologian, to tell him where Mom would be at that moment. My brother began to talk about life after death, and guesses as to how and where she would be.
My father listened carefully. Suddenly he asked us to take him to the cemetery.
Dad!" we replied, "it's 11 at night, we can't go to the cemetery right now!"
He raised his voice, and with a glazed look he said:
"Don't argue with me, please don't argue with the man who just lost his wife of 55 years."
There was a moment of respectful silence, we didn't argue anymore. We went to the cemetery, we asked the night watchman for permission. With a flashlight we reached the tomb. My father caressed her, prayed and told his children, who watched the scene moved:
"It was 55 years... you know? No one can talk about true love if they have no idea what it's like to share life with a woman."
He paused and wiped his face. "She and I, we were together in that crisis. I changed jobs ..." he continued. "We packed up when we sold the house and moved out of town. We shared the joy of seeing our children finish their careers, we mourned the departure of loved ones side by side, we prayed together in the waiting room of some hospitals, we support each other in pain, we hug each Christmas, and we forgive our mistakes... Children, now it's gone, and I'm happy, do you know why?
Because she left before me. She didn't have to go through the agony and pain of burying me, of being left alone after my departure. I will be the one to go through that, and I thank God. I love her so much that I wouldn't have liked her to suffer..."
When my father finished speaking, my brothers and I had tears streaming down our faces. We hugged him, and he comforted us, "It's okay, we can go home, it's been a good day."
That night I understood what true love is; It is far from romanticism, it does not have much to do with eroticism, or with s*x, rather it is linked to work, to complement, to care and, above all, to the true love that two really committed people profess ".
Peace in your hearts.
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03/06/2022
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