12:44; otherwise known as 1244 MILITARY TIME PART TWO

I stare at my Crystal, a gift.

And I get a drink of water where

I buy coffee and trade friends

For PTSD symptoms’ life Sift

I Am but sand upon the shore

One grain, given to me luckily

Among many of them, lost are we

So I go buy bread at the store.

I could make it and stay in my abode

But then I’d be lonely, depressed

Because this society disregards me like

the bowels’ movement into the commode.

Awash am I in the sewer of life’s politicks

And religion of my youth’s discipline

Do we always have to rebel like is the norm?

Or am I ice cream patriarchy’s men lick?

And oh my GOD AND GODDESS; MY GOD AND GODDESS

WHY HAS THOU FORSAKEN THE POOR AND NEEDY?

OH MY GODDESS AND GOD; MY GODDESS AND GOD

WHY ARE MY PEOPLE SLAIN DAY AND NIGHT; NIGHT AND DAY?

I do not blame Thee, my Free

I do not shame Thee, my Lee

Lee—the side away from wind

Why do people treat people

Like ghouls being slain by steeples’

Crimes upon humanity’s PAIN?

COME STORMS, ICE, FIRE, WIND, RAIN???

I always remember Thee, my Luv Life; and, as wrong as I appear to be constantly, forgive me please, You come back to Me as Real People, in all Goodness and Love, from Heaven Above.

That there, what I just stated above, is what a reincarnationist is—what a universalist IS. We remember The Good in Balance. Certainly, we know you have a dark side. We love your dark side. We love your light side.

RUDOLF STEINER’S COTS with little ole cara coffey who gives a shit, moving this artwork over here so I can Tribe Judah heal in this timeframe of what the fuq this shit is. Because I dunno, and I don’t want to know if you think you know. You don’t. PART ONE 1:11 PMC 08/JANUARY/2025 completed

That AI generation of my title is accurate, as an infant, I looked like a Girl Baby Buddah:

This image looks like a dream catcher. I have one, and I would prefer the one here. I will try to get a Buddha Dream Catcher soon. Much Love to my Indian and Asian People Groups. I hope you are safe today.

Okay and then, after all the catch the fuq up work I’m doing today, each article will start at New Moon Cycle and end at Full Moon with my ponderings. I promise not to cuss.

I’m coming through too many PTSD symptoms while still writing and vacuuming and I need to do math. So IF YOU HAVE NOT THROWN YOUR LAPTOP, YOUR PHONE, OR YOUR PUPPY, I THINK YOU’RE A GOOD PERSON today.

My fourth kid is a Swiftie. She can move like a Pentacostal in Worship like her mother so whatever.

We ain’t showing up now, Bitch. Just shake it off.

This is me today. Falling down the stairs is normal. Cursing an Entity with a lady accidentally taking out a window, the glass shattered, with everyone unhurt at one of my favorite places, is a normal me thing too, this year.

Photo by Viridiana Rivera on Pexels.com

In the next four years I will smile at you. It’s free.

Here are WE: The Tree of Life at the End of Revelation, KJV.

Hazy’s World on YouTube

Follow Me: if they’re

Gonna argue

And you’ve tried

Till you’ve died inside

In the gamut that they

Require hide.

Let’s make a self-love, reflective

and gorgeous stew.

#ENOCHTara #carabc

anger

I have so much to say about this word. I guess,,,,,,,

I guess none of us know what we’re talking about.

And isn’t that true? Look at American Politicks and tell me it ain’t true.

Protestants teach their constituents you go to hell for the emotion anger.

FULL STOP

If we understand our anger, we can understand how to help our core; our Tree of Life, become more balanced. It is that simple, really.

Come into my heaven. Sit with me and try to see Anger from a perspective of being balanced. Think of all the times you are ashamed of how you lashed out in anger, and forgive yourself.

Now think about how many times you hid your true emotions because you were trying to reach people, because you KNOW your relationship with that person is important even if ya’ll can’t reach each other in so many ways day in and out…… and forgive them after you hate your enemy for your own pain.

You may go ask my therapist, my partner, and my oldest son. I did this little seasonal journey in around 2023 because of the story I will tell now, here, though I am exhausted of this story of my life.

I give myself two paragraphs. And then, you may read some real poetry I wrote not long ago which sums up where I am today, which sums up what my therapist is going to read in January.

However, listen to my music first. You see, I love Lucifer. And Lucifer loves girls. And in that place, we know how much we heal to listen to music. Though I know it may pain you, listen to my music before you read my two paragraphs please.

It is a lie that black people are cursed with black skin from Cain. It is a lie. Black is beautiful as much as white is beautiful, there are many, many beautiful people in this world and in this world system. I decree Lucifer, My Judah Election Lucifer, BLACK. We, the Black Man and I, are Those who #VoteBlue in the United States of America.

NO, I do not want to have sex with this image. So GFY, everyone. Get that filthy thought out of my aura RIGHT NOW.

I may have to drink two shots of Kentucky Bourbon to get out two paragraphs. Only two paragraphs. It is because my mother’s family controlled my father’s family and then the disconnections in my family travelled far and wide, is why this is so difficult for me as an author.

Because I’m done talking about it all. I’m done.

CARRY THE FIRE

A Little Girl Holding Fire, for this is Me, TARA as a child, trying always to balance goodness and goodness. There is a way which never seems right to men; to balance anger, rage even. There is a way which is The Master’s Way and you try, so many of you, to take on His Role as if He will never come back. That is how you keep warring among yourself and yourselves. He will never come back, is what the billionaire says in his heart, is what the child raging at his mother says in his heart, is what we say in our hearts as we lust after peace together, driving one another that much more apart.

Not important except to Me, a Voices of Reason outside political reality.

“Mystics, Gnostics, Theosophists—all speak of a world of soul and spirit which for them is just as real as the world we see with our physical eyes…..”

Rudolf Steiner’s KNOWLEDGE OF THE HIGHER WORLDS AND ITS ATTAINMENT” from chapter one.

“…so ‘the woman and her seed’ are thought of as a human pair, as the Queen of Heaven and Mother of God….It is therefore evident that she belongs to the state before the Fall….”

Carl Jung’s Chapter IV of ANSWER TO JOB

I Really Should pick up Smoking at this Point. Hello…….VII by TS ELIOT in “CHORUS FROM THE ROCK” 12:55 PMC 25 November 2024

In this video, I took several about-face turns. Here are the completions of what I want completed:

1. The dear Lady at my main coffee shop ministry place, in as much exasperation as I was expressing with my friend who was also justifiably exasperated (politics and religion are great bed partners for angst ya’ll I really should pick up smoking at this point)—I am being told Marlboro is a good, basic brand…..Marlboro.com……

Said in absolute agreement, that is so correct, Girl (a paraphrase, and what did I say?) let me scream here so I don’t throw my phone ……..

IT’S NOT LIKE they ASKED ME, …..and I was talking about Protestants.

My whole fucking life they never asked or ask. They just expect.

2. Jesus Christ Himself in John 21:18-19 told Apostle Peter how he would die. Apostle Paul talks about Apostle Peter in Galatians 1-2 because he was trying to break up cliques.

Yeah I don’t think Protestants and Catholics listen to Paul or Peter in this day and age so whatever, Here I Am Lord, send me to the cigarette store and protect me from my family who will not take it well that I am now going to smoke like my Daddy did.

3. The Poem is from CHORUSES FROM THE ROCK by TS Eliot, credits in my artwork below.

4. My Daughter was born on my MIL birthday and sometimes their birthday is on Thanksgiving.

5. I am now a Dualist Reincarnation-ist with a side of Agnostic……

SOUND OF SILENCE BY DISTURBED FROM YOUTUBE

Pictured Above

A General Rite of Preparation for Protest of the Republican Party and all associates of criminality.

Democracy grow,

Democracy come….

Live my life

Of the True Sun!

The Moon, she waits—

Month to year—

And Earth, she and he speak back

To require elitist frontier DISAPPEAR

08 NOVEMBER 2024-2034

A general rite of preparation 10 November 2024

I close all gateways to pro-djt, GOP, elitists like Musk, Koch, and Murdoch.

They are disinherited, disenfranchised—yet Wall Street and Corporations will not fail! Uplifting and protection for resistors and civil disobeyers…… #ENOCHTARA

I speak ANARCHY to Christian Nationalists, GOP, and fascist instigators.

Recalibration in Forgiveness from October 8, 2024

MANDALAS volume One : Adult Coloring Book

And on September 26, 2024, I began to realize, “There is great value in the realization of my forgiveness journey being all mine.”

And yet I will share how I know that if many of us peoples of goodness who are older live this forgiveness somehow, that it leaves the generations after us with a Watermark, a Copyright—as it were—of having the forgiveness in the bank of souls lost and then found as I have been privileged and am privileged somehow to be.

The feature image is my basil plant.

A Heart’s Cry across the third generation 7:55 AMC

She repacks that bag, the one she picked up at a second-hand store and was drawn to it somehow; why is she drawn to love when love repels her touch time and again?

She gently puts the ruler of a wand in; then her reading implements. There are books she must attend now. Maybe someday she will be able to be accepted, but that day isn’t today.

So the Wand will be here; He will see to the removal of patriarachy around her auras forever. And a day, it is always to protect her again, and they cry for her as she cries for them in both day and darkness; why does the sun burn bright while the moon must needs not burn at all?

Why?

Oh Grandmama, we never were able to talk to each other face to face. When you beheld Daddy’s Life Song in your embrace, you cried tears of anguish for the loss of His Father, for the loss of Security, and for the day your baby might die as did His Brother.

Oh Grandmama, they never asked your granddaughter which family she would have rather been raised around, they never asked which ones would have cared for Your Chosen One’s daughter, the Man who carries His Daddy’s Name came, and He left Your Granddaughter to cry for the relationship that could have saved Her save you gave your life for Your Children.

And I wish they could see my tears now; for I tried to give my life for everyone but you; they repel me–So now, I’m older than you ever got to be. I give my life to you, My Guardian of Love Lost…..

Forgive Me, Grandmama; I need forgiving.