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.
This is Cara Coffey of the Ministry UncoveredNoMore. (Isaiah 61)
As you see, there is glitter atop in black, and you see no glitter on the ground of the Rack.
Imprisoning us is fascism so underhanded yet complete, I ask us all Vote Blue to fix this Street…..
We are now America the Fallen, we do not understand; so light a candle and try to hope We can still STAND!
Democracy is here, do you not see my green? I know the rhythm of love, and it is SUPREME!
Pictured Above: Poetic Political Peace This poem is not past tense. I am horrified at the condition of my country and I could handle my own poetic POV stating this way — this is the first or second time I have written a more poetic and horrifying glimpse of true reality in our country heading for a very stressful election.
I stated somewhere I would need to copy the poem above. I cannot. I am covering several generations of good people in this Divination, I am exhausted, and you nor anyone is seeing all the work I did.
I resurrected the Spirit of someone is one thing accomplished. Enough is enough.
Poetic Politickal Peace: Water Divination 23 October 2024 A SERVANT TO SERVANTS by Robert Frost…..
“You take the lake. I look and look at it./I see it’s a fair, pretty sheet of water./I stand and make myself repeat out loud/The advantages it has, so long and narrow,/Like a deep piece of some old running river/Cut short off at both ends./It lies five miles/Straight away through the mountain notch/From the sink window where I wash the plates,……”
ZERO FUCKS FOR who is president. I wouldn’t be saying this if Our Dearest Kamala Harris had won—she should be there and so it is what I make it.
Kamala Harris is MY PRESIDENT.
Moving on……..
My Luvs, call up the trees. Call up the birds, the wind, the bees, the waters, and all that has life: DEMOCRACY IN OUR LAND!!!
MAY WE HAVE WISDOM OF AGES TO love our neighbor yet resist civilly in small disobediences toward this rule of fascism sullying our dear lands with ugliness we do not defend, we do not comprehend, and we do NOT approve.
#ENOCHTARA
#GAIATARA
My apologies. My art feels thin. I am tired but as I recover I hope to spend more time on each piece and show the love I have for my compatriots of universal kindness and all that is good for all people in our governments forever……#carabc
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…..
This last video is the curse on sex. Cursing is naming the leveled truth across entire historical perspective as I have done above. I am not going to engage Ralph H. Blum runes this time.
It is not an understatement to say; I have spent so much time with soft and hardline enemies since 2008, I am most definitely at a crossroads in my life.
And that above paragraph is one I appreciate the opportunity to type.
Since I have decided to forego the handwritten work I was hoping to accomplish with this blog article, here is a video:
If I stated in the article on YouTube how I was using Rider-Waite-Smith, I was redirected after visiting Austin, TX in a particular place where a beautiful oak tree resides. PHANTOMWISE is the OTHER deck.
#voteblue LantanaDried oregano and basil from my yard gardens; the hearts pitcher is from a set of my Mother’s. 💜
Feature Image is a puzzle of 300 pieces. I didn’t do it. I glued it and am working toward a frame selection. 18×18 is hard to find. I’m doing the next one. 💜
I can’t even think about more than 300 piece puzzles. 😜 But I love others’ work and we are starting to collect them for our home decor.
A Tribe Judah Gentile Shares 