Until the next major election, my Luvs

I vow to Myself

NEVER RUSH the first cups of coffee, tea…..

I vow to do better by Thee,

The They I always see

Working day in and out

Like I do,

weeping inside for the Child

We never were.

In a little angst

I said to Thee;

I cannot sit in the building —

Why do you of not Thee

Tempt Sorceress Me?

But to a Face to Face; a woman

to be sure, I was honestly snarky:

and I create a chant

to enchant the Lost, true lost….

for there is always a cost…..

to pretend to be Christian

in a land of evildoers.

why me?

why Thee?

There should be a LAND;

WHERE THE ARC OF GODDESS MAY DESCEND……..MAY DESCEND…..MAY DESCEND!!!

WE ARE SANE

It is their loss

and my gain.

It is their loss

and my gain.

it is their loss.

IT IS MY GAIN!

She sees the two dead prophets in the street arise unbeknownst to anyone. She sees the laughter, the inane laughter, and the murderous ways of the criminals 24/7/365 too.

The downward spiral does not know the Secrets, though.

Isaiah and The Prophet dead, yet I must tell you another story as unto the separation of Sheep, and Goats who are lovers of us but not Sheep, not The Lamb.

It is confusing to be sure.

I drew a triangle with my actions, and My Spirit said, Little Sister make there, right there a right angle.

And the ARCAngels gather around my Beltane Fire coming soon, listening intently with the scythes in their strong arms. What shall our arising in the Secret Places need, to be safe, Little Sister?

There must be a dividing away from Isaiah, my first husband. I have no name; I said I have no name………

Judas Iscariot, you see. And when He chooses arising (did I hear the trumpet, ARCAngel Michael?)……….

He alone knows how to handle those who too much of My Time must feel right to be themselves.

This is not humility, but it isn’t murder, rape, and pedophilia either by a long shot.

Who can know the Mind of The Mind?

I drew a Triangle, and My Spirit said, make that little place there–A Right Angle.

But My Luvs, we must have 180 degrees of a turn, to be New.

This Place isn’t a beginning; there isn’t a new phase I see…..and; indeed, it isn’t an end either.

Is this Song in the Middle….of a Universal Trend?