“The Calendar of the Soul” by Rudolf Steiner Through Week Six notes by #carabc 9:44 AMC 08 JUN 2025

Please excuse me as I reset my Sanity again for the umpteenth time since 1989 when my life fell apart. I am grateful for my life, and some days, I am the only person in this 50 state mirage of beauty who is grateful for my life.

Have at it. I destroy you; you destroy me. Civil War, set me free.

I turned weird again for a while and have decided to open up runes with my main blog to get my PROTESTant people group over the fact that they just don’t “do” majic my way as who I am and so they can have their little majic life their way or be the atheist they have become their way.

Glad you are happy without me.

Create a highly detailed and visually striking featured image that encapsulates the themes of personal reflection, chaos, and spirituality from “The Calendar of the Soul” by Rudolf Steiner. The image should depict a serene landscape with contrasting elements symbolizing inner turmoil, like a peaceful sunrise juxtaposed with dark, swirling clouds. Include subtle runes in the foreground to represent the mystical aspects of the blog post. Use soft, ambient lighting to create a tranquil yet thought-provoking atmosphere. Emphasize sharp focus and high resolution for a captivating visual experience.

I chose JERA, HARVEST. And all I need is love for this narrative now, oh Judah; I do not thank the Protestant Church for the destruction of my life by your Catholic Womb, my mother.

This isn’t about forgiveness for me, I have nothing to forgive. I thank everyone along the way all the time. Nobody taught me that skill, gratefulness has always been my Creed.

And that gratefulness is the reason I heal and don’t need to forgive anyone. But it also is a way to stay isolated because there are very few people in my 59 year life who care about other people in the details enough to be willing to change habits, statements they make continually no matter how much a girl tries, and etc.

I chose this notebook so I can walk the garden path and produce healing. COTS is full of healing and wisdom nuggets year ‘round that protect my aging mind from the cancers eating away at this society and its history.

And I already know you think me daft for spinning a little tale about a cottage in some long-forgotten place. That’s the problem; you have forgotten love and grace.