My Ichthys tattoo

Stone of Destiny (WordPress Blog) Repost – More than Skin Deep

From my wise friend Stone of Destiny…had to share! This woman referenced would she find approval with my Tattoo on my ankle?
To them I say, “a superficial faith breeds superficial fears. If a little ink is enough to get your religious fervor going, the problem is almost certainly more to do with you.”


My Ichthys tattoo

My Ichthys tattoo

Stone of Destiny

“What’s that say on your wrist?”

Sometimes I miss the good conversations.

The other day I missed a doozy, and by mere inches.

A friend and coworker was chatting with a customer when the woman paused their conversation to ask her about her tattoo.  Well, one of her tattoos, she’s got a whole sleeve of them but I guess the crisp letters on my friends wrist made for an easier point of inquiry.

“Release,” my friend answered, “It’s a tribute to one of my favorite Bob Dylan songs, ‘I shall be released’.”

“And,” the suddenly inquisitive woman continued, “do you know the history of tattoos?”

“Well, it depends on what culture your referencing,” my friend managed before…,


“It’s a PAGAN ritual!”

“It’s a PAGAN ritual for the dead!”

(softer now – dismissiveness replacing the forceful tone)

“Sometimes we just do these things on a whim, without realizing the history. …

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Sometimes our worst enemy is the person reflected in the mirror.  One of the hardest things I've ever done is to look at myself and tell that person I unconditionally loved them!

26 Sept 2016 Fair Trade in commerce, Birthday wishes for my brother and cousin, visit with Link’s fur grandparents, Mirrors and Perception (Michael Jackson Man in the Mirror)

Hello to you this rainy, cool Monday morning!  It’s about 7:38 am as I start to write to you.  I have my coffee, for which I thank Community Coffee and I hope they are doing Fair Trades to get the beans that make the brew I am enjoying right now.  I don’t see it on their packaging so probably not…sigh.  We’ve tried Full Circle Fair Trade Coffee and it just didn’t taste very good – bitter.  I wish everything in commerce could involve the principles of fairness, integrity, honesty and be accomplished with little to no suffering on the part of anyone involved in the processes.   Kyle bought us some Hershey Dark chocolate this last grocery trip because I wanted it but I feel guilty eating it for more than the calories.  It’s more the knowing most of how chocolate comes to be in my hands is not at all Fair trade and there is much suffering on the part of those who shouldn’t have to suffer anything….children and teens.   I am praying about these things and know the answers for how I can help will come to light.

So I want to  wish my brother Jerry a Happy Birthday today and my cousin Heidi on Wednesday.  I wrote actual notes this morning that will probably be late!  I have just not been on point with my correspondence as of late.  It’s “easier” for me to get on here and hope interested parties will read it and be caught up with what’s going on here but you know what assuming does, makes and ass out of you and me.  You can’t assume that people, in this day and age of information overload….literal flooding….can be expected to keep up with all these things.  You have to direct things to them personally for most to take notice.  Writing a letter, calling or visiting is still the best and most direct way to show someone, to their person, that you care…that you even acknowledge they exist.

Jerry and Heidi – even though we may not write, call or see each other very often….you have claimed your places in my heart and I love you very much!  I hope you will celebrate your birthdays and take the time to assess your blessings….where you have been, where you are and the paths unfolding ahead.  You are a gift and a blessing to me and to this world and each day you are in it, you are lights for all those around you.  Thank you for that!  Jerry we are coming home for Thanksgiving….you better get your cribbage skills brushed up because it’s on brother!  You know Dad will try to kick our asses like he always does but take heart, Kyle and I have beaten him a few hands and Mom has kicked all our asses this past visit.  Can’t wait to see all of you and hold you….look you in the eye and tell you I love you.

Speaking of….we got to visit with Link’s fur Grandparents Erin and Billy this weekend!  I didn’t get a picture of Billy with Link but I did get one with his Granny.  Link was so cute.  The first day they were visiting, it was just like old times when we first met Billy.  Kyle and I were taking Spot and Link for their morning walk and there he was out by his Mom’s mailbox with his Dad Don and we just all started talking video games and movies like we always have lol.   Link saw him and just ran to him like a little child.  Yesterday afternoon Erin came by and we had a great visit.  I was able to give her my Introduction to World Religions book to read as she was interested and we got some Link and Granny pics!

Sometimes our worst enemy is the person reflected in the mirror.  One of the hardest things I've ever done is to look at myself and tell that person I unconditionally loved them!

Sometimes our worst enemy is the person reflected in the mirror. One of the hardest things I’ve ever done is to look at myself and tell that person I unconditionally loved them!

To wrap up things today, I  wanted to talk about a technique some protestors recently used in  their face-downs with police….they used mirrors and held them to the faces of those opposed to them and asked, “Look at what you have become! Is this who you are?  Is this who you want to be?  Is this what you stand for?”  The men looking back at themselves shifted in many cases uncomfortably and said nothing.  Sometimes the most powerful weapon you can use in this world is to show those you are opposed to their own reflection….their own image….show them the person in the mirror.  Sometimes, it is we, ourselves, that are our own worst enemy!!!  In this world we have lost our sense of self, sense of who we really are and why we are here on this earth.  I don’t think it’s to torture, maim, torment and kill each other!

When I think of how the God of my understanding see’s this world, I see in terms of pixils…in terms of energy and that each and every life form on this planet is a way for the God of my understanding to experience what it is to be flesh and blood.  I have been wondering lately if suffering and the horrors we do to ourselves and others is part of that experience?  Like us, is the only way to know what’s “good” or “bad” is to have both going on in the world?

John 15:5 – New International Version
“I am the vine; you are the branches. If you remain in me and I in you, you will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing.

Romans 12:5 – New International Version
so in Christ we, though many, form one body, and each member belongs to all the others.

The thing is…if there must be both, especially the suffering and horror part, that we should learn from whatever happens in both instances, the good and the bad.  What did we do to make things good?  Let’s do more of that!  What did we do to make things bad? Let’s do less of that!

But then comes the cog in the wheel of this progress…..Perception.

The whole cog in the wheel of why we are having such a hard time evolving as a planet, in my estimation is a thing called Perception.  We are biologically incapable of perceiving our life experiences exactly the same.  What I have been taught and have experienced and my biological composition shapes my perception of my life experience and it cannot be duplicated…..7 billion plus different perceptions all trying to c0-exist is quite a feat!  How do we get all the human AND other beings we share this earth with that have a completely different rule book of how they perceive the world to coexist peacefully?

I believe our inability to perceive the world the same is both our problem and will be what saves us.   Like Dr. Temple Grandin talks about, this world needs many different types of thinkers….I would add that this world needs many different perceptions but the ultimate goal must be a shared one….what is for the greatest most loving good of all…..not just some…not just one…not just ourselves and “ours” but all of us.   We need a common goal of a common “good” that only our many different perceptions can conceive together.

25 Sept 2016 - these are just some of the pictures of all the friends I've loved and lost contact with over the years but they still have a place in my heart and at my kitchen table

25 Sept 2016 Towers of Power (clouds), the 1980’s here again (Billy Idol), pieces of my heart (Remembering past friends loved and lost), Galaxian Pathway (poem I wrote in 1980’s), U2 Song for Someone

Hello to you, how are you?  I’m doing ok, a little emotional this morning and no coffee yet lol.  Kyle was up early again but a Benadryl intervened and he’s getting some rest as I write.

This morning I woke up remembering someone who was at first a horrible crush (he looked like David Bowie to me and as I’ve mentioned many times….David was everything for me as a teen) and then became a friend and felt like a brother to me….a twin of sorts….my missing link…Wesley Byers.  There have been several times through the years I’ve wondered where and how he is…even found him on Facebook once but no reply so I let it go.  He seemed to be happy and being true to himself and that was enough for me.  He was “different” too and that’s part of what drew us together I think.  Anyhew…this lead me to revisiting the pictures I still have of other friends that I have loved and lost through time.  Judging by the feelings and tears reading their notes on the back of photos evoked……they still have pieces of my heart!  I hope wherever and whenever they all are….they love and are loved and are happy with the paths they have chosen!

I think this journey was spurred on by seeing Miley Cyrus perform Rebel Yell with Billy Idol yesterday….ooohhh I loved Billy!  He was one of my first “bad boys” crushes lol!  I think there is a large segment of “my generation” who were teens in the 1980’s and lately a lot of our shared past has been resurfacing.

Source Internet - Billy Idol back when we were both younger lol

Source Internet – Billy Idol back when we were both younger lol

Not much to write about today, refreshing right?!  I just want to tell you, the person kind enough to come by and visit me today….thank you and I hope your today is filled with all the best the world can give you!  Let’s just keep lifting each other up to the lights.

Galaxian Pathway

by Jacqueline Schmidt (old poetry book 1980’s)

The paths have crossed

Upon destiny’s trail

Winding and spiraling

Into the endless roadways

Of heavens gates

Stars sparkled along side

These paths

Guide wandering souls

Searching for the Galaxian


Souls jet aimlessly

Amongst the destinies

Placed upon the road

“Which one shall I choose?”

“Where shall I go?”

I am a loss with

My conscience…”

Sings the voice of the

Soulful mists

The paths of destiny

Entangle and turn

Into pathways leading

To the unknown

The Divine

Source Internet - poster for Jon's new film London Town

24 Sept 2016 London Town (2016 film starring Jonathan Rhys Meyers) and inconvenient truths of our past….the Irish slave trade

Hello, about to unplug myself from this contraption or at least get off social media stuff for the rest of the day lol.  I have found myself thinking about actor Jonathan Rhys Meyers a lot lately, probably because I’m re-reading Dracula and his portrayal as character Alexander Grayson is probably my favorite to date!  Anyhew…Jon has  a film coming out next month which looks very interesting to me.  I am a child of the 80’s and even have many Clash songs on my Ipod shuffle right now lol.  They were definitely one of my favorite bands and their messages resonate with me, Straight to Hell especially when I think of what’s going on with our environment right now!  So the fact that Jon will be portraying Joe Strummer should be a lot of fun to see.  I am pretty certain I won’t get to see it in a theater but I have it on my Netflix cue!

Jonathan Rhys Meyers Dracula - my favorite to date!

Jonathan Rhys Meyers Dracula – my favorite to date!


Speaking candidly now, as much as I love you Jon and your work, I still haven’t been able to bring myself to watch Roots!  So much of history is currently repeating itself all over my country and the world…to see it packaged in another form is almost more than I can stomach right now.  I’m weak about such things I guess.  I will get strong enough to watch it because it was during this time a path was crossed.

Source internet - Ralph Waldo Emerson quote

Source internet – Ralph Waldo Emerson quote

This brings me to an article my friend Rhonda shared a couple days ago about a little known part of “white” history….how Irish men and women were bought and sold much like the African slave trade.  When I say that every walk of life on this planet has suffered slavery….I’m not kidding!  It doesn’t matter what the color of your skin, your nationality, your creed or your breed…..if you will make someone money there are those in line to buy and sell you.   This probably explains where the 1% African result in Kyle’s DNA test comes from!

Monday, March 16, 2015


They came as slaves: human cargo transported on British ships bound for the Americas. They were shipped by the

hundreds of thousands and included men, women, and even the youngest of children.

Whenever they rebelled or even disobeyed an order, they were punished in the harshest ways. Slave owners would hang their human property by their hands and set their hands or feet on fire as one form of punishment. Some were burned alive and had their heads placed on pikes in the marketplace as a warning to other captives.

We don’t really need to go through all of the gory details, do we? We know all too well the atrocities of the African slave trade.

But are we talking about African slavery? King James VI and Charles I also led a continued effort to enslave the Irish. Britain’s Oliver Cromwell furthered this practice of dehumanizing one’s next door neighbor.

The Irish slave trade began when James VI sold 30,000 Irish prisoners as slaves to the New World. His Proclamation of 1625 required Irish political prisoners be sent overseas and sold to English settlers in the West Indies.

By the mid 1600s, the Irish were the main slaves sold to Antigua and Montserrat. At that time, 70% of the total population of Montserrat were Irish slaves.

Ireland quickly became the biggest source of human livestock for English merchants. The majority of the early slaves to the New World were actually white.

From 1641 to 1652, over 500,000 Irish were killed by the English and another 300,000 were sold as slaves. Ireland’s population fell from about 1,500,000 to 600,000 in one single decade.

Families were ripped apart as the British did not allow Irish dads to take their wives and children with them across the Atlantic. This led to a helpless population of homeless women and children. Britain’s solution was to auction them off as well.

During the 1650s, over 100,000 Irish children between the ages of 10 and 14 were taken from their parents and sold as slaves in the West Indies, Virginia and New England. In this decade, 52,000 Irish (mostly women and children) were sold to Barbados and Virginia.

Another 30,000 Irish men and women were also transported and sold to the highest bidder. In 1656, Cromwell ordered that 2000 Irish children be taken to Jamaica and sold as slaves to English settlers.

Many people today will avoid calling the Irish slaves what they truly were: Slaves. They’ll come up with terms like “Indentured Servants” to describe what occurred to the Irish. However, in most cases from the 17th and 18th centuries, Irish slaves were nothing more than human cattle.

As an example, the African slave trade was just beginning during this same period. It is well recorded that African slaves, not tainted with the stain of the hated Catholic theology and more expensive to purchase, were often treated far better than their Irish counterparts.

African slaves were very expensive during the late 1600s (£50 Sterling). Irish slaves came cheap (no more than £5 Sterling). If a planter whipped, branded or beat an Irish slave to death, it was never a crime. A death was a monetary setback, but far cheaper than killing a more expensive African.

The English masters quickly began breeding the Irish women for both their own personal pleasure and for greater profit. Children of slaves were themselves slaves, which increased the size of the master’s free workforce.

Even if an Irish woman somehow obtained her freedom, her kids would remain slaves of her master. Thus, Irish mothers, even with this new found emancipation, would seldom abandon their children and would remain in servitude.

In time, the English thought of a better way to use these women to increase their market share: The settlers began to breed Irish women and girls (many as young as 12) with African men to produce slaves with a distinct complexion. These new “mulatto” slaves brought a higher price than Irish livestock and, likewise, enabled the settlers to save money rather than purchase new African slaves.

This practice of interbreeding Irish females with African men went on for several decades and was so widespread that, in 1681, legislation was passed “forbidding the practice of mating Irish slave women to African slave men for the purpose of producing slaves for sale.” In short, it was stopped only because it interfered with the profits of a large slave transport company.

England continued to ship tens of thousands of Irish slaves for more than a century. Records state that, after the 1798 Irish Rebellion, thousands of Irish slaves were sold to both America and Australia. There were horrible abuses of both African and Irish captives. One British ship even dumped 1,302 slaves into the Atlantic Ocean so that the crew would have plenty of food to eat.

There is little question the Irish experienced the horrors of slavery as much (if not more, in the 17th Century) as the Africans did. There is also little question that those brown, tanned faces you witness in your travels to the West Indies are very likely a combination of African and Irish ancestry.

In 1839, Britain finally decided on it’s own to end its participation in Satan’s highway to hell and stopped transporting slaves. While their decision did not stop pirates from doing what they desired, the new law slowly concluded this chapter of Irish misery.

But, if anyone, black or white, believes that slavery was only an African experience, then they’ve got it completely wrong. Irish slavery is a subject worth remembering, not erasing from our memories.

But, why is it so seldom discussed? Do the memories of hundreds of thousands of Irish victims not merit more than a mention from an unknown writer?

Or is their story to be the one that their English masters intended: To completely disappear as if it never happened.

None of the Irish victims ever made it back to their homeland to describe their ordeal. These are the lost slaves; the ones that time and biased history books conveniently forgot.

Interesting historical note: the last person killed at the Salem Witch Trials was Ann Glover. She and her husband had been shipped to Barbados as a slave in the 1650’s. Her husband was killed there for refusing to renounce catholicism.

In the 1680’s she was working as a housekeeper in Salem. After some of the children she was caring for got sick she was accused of being a witch.

At the trial they demanded she say the Lord’s Prayer. She did so, but in Gaelic, because she didn’t know English. She was then hung.


Jonathan Rhys Meyers as Joe Strummer in New ‘London Town’ Trailer

by Alex Billington September 15, 2016 Source: YouTube

“Experience the music and energy of the 1970s punk underground.” IFC Films has released an official US trailer for a film titled London Town, starring Jonathan Rhys Meyers as iconic musician Joe Strummer of the band The Clash. Not to be confused with the musical London Road, this film is set in the 1970s about a 15-year-old boy introduced to the iconic punk rock band The Clash and it changes his life forever. Daniel Huttlestone stars as Shay, Nell Williams as Vivian, along with Tom Hughes, Natascha McElhone, Dougray Scott and Kerry Howard. This looks like it might be a great double feature with Sing Street, or any punk rock film from England. Featuring music from The Clash, The Ramones and Buzzcocks. Fire it up.

Here’s the official US trailer (+ poster) for Derrick Borte’s London Town, direct from IFC’s YouTube:

Source Internet - poster for Jon's new film London Town

Source Internet – poster for Jon’s new film London Town….love the pink in this….makes me think pink spirit like my book.

In 1970’s London, when 15-year-old Shay hears the music of The Clash for the first time, it’s a revelation, opening up a new world of social consciousness and anti-establishment defiance beyond anything he’s known in his dead-end suburb. Drawn into the heart of the city’s burgeoning punk scene, he forges two relationships that will change his life, falling in love with rebellious cool girl Vivian and finding an unexpected connection with none other than The Clash’s electrifying frontman, Joe Strummer. London Town is directed by German filmmaker Derrick Borte, of The Joneses, Dark Around the Stars and H8RZ previously. The screenplay is written by Matt Brown, based on an unproduced screenplay by Sonya Gildea & Kirsten Sheridan. IFC Films will open London Town in select US theaters + on VOD starting October 7th.

One of the few canvas paintings I've done.  My crabby bluebird (really just fluffed because it was cold) that hangs in our spare bathroom

24 Sept 2016 My pink spirit book message (feeling Poe), Bluebirds, having a Dog mind and heart about people I love and care about, Bowie on my mind (Lazarus and I Can’t Give Everything Away)

24 Sept 2016 10:01 am – My Pink Spirit Book message for today – as I reread what came forth it makes me think of Poe a bit….I almost put something about Lenore at the end lol.


Red roses bud, blossom and spread

Chubby bees and Monarch

Do their work in velvet red

The sky speckled with silver

Salt and tears,

Washing down for hours

Grinding away, nobody hears

The parting of the Cosmos

The Grand Maker yawns awake

She stands alone in her cause

A voice to rise on bird wing

The Maker bends near

To hear her sing

Little bird how I’ve missed you so

Sing to me

In the fading glow….

Your wings I will restore

So you can fly home to me

For Evermore…



Source internet - blue bird

Source internet – blue bird

One of the few canvas paintings I've done.  My crabby bluebird (really just fluffed because it was cold) that hangs in our spare bathroom

One of the few canvas paintings I’ve done. My crabby bluebird (really just fluffed because it was cold) that hangs in our spare bathroom

The bluebird reference always gets me because a long time ago I painted one and have it hanging in our spare bathroom for a long time now.  My Grandpa Becker was allergic to blue dye (I know this because I wrote to him on paper made from blue jean once and he gold me he had a reaction to it aside from happiness at hearing from me lol) and he loved blue birds too.  Been thinking about my Grandpa a lot lately and of course David.  Even when I wasn’t keeping up with his music, I would check in on him on occasion because I loved him like that.  I do that….I check in on the people I love and care about without them knowing most times.  They think I seem aloof or distant because I don’t call all the time, I don’t write all the time and I certainly don’t travel much but once you have a space in my heart….no matter where you go, no matter what you do  I have reserved your place in me.  When we are together again it’s just like we stepped out for a bit to do an errand….I have a bit of a dog mind and heart I guess.  I just wonder where you’ve been and miss you while your gone but when you come back… is all good and I’m just happy you are with me!

I Listened to this yesterday and I got really emotional because it was like a present only I could see.  Not unusual for me lol.  In this video there was the eternity symbol which I draw in the air all the time when I dance and meditate outside, the flower of life which I draw a lot and at the end there is sparkling color….just the way my “light walkie talkie” pendant looks when it shines in the sun.

It all started with this pendant I got for like a $1 at a neighbors garage sale last year

It all started with this pendant I got for like a $1 at a neighbors garage sale last year


26 Oct 2015 morning moon Alvarado TX 3

23 Sept 2016 Pink Spirit book message, Empathy for BC, necklace I made (13 stones) and struggling with dark moods

Hello to you. It’s Friday here in my dimension as I write to you…about 10:29 am. I’m a little late today. Kyle didn’t get much sleep again last night and I was dreaming about Benedict Cumberbatch’s (BC) Sherlock Holmes, some kind of love story involved with it, a blonde woman again and something humorous, people deciding to take off their clothes to go see BC in person lol.

After the latest thing with fans getting pissed the poor man wasn’t going to be available to sign their autographs because, of all things and God forbid it, he decided to spend time on holiday with his lady fair Sophie and son Christopher….for shame! What an elaborate prison he has built for himself….to be known and not able to be truly unknown. He’s even coming off holiday to appease the grumbling masses – put on a smile, scribble his name a bazillion times….a shit-ton of selfies. I guess you could say people are literally willing to take off their clothes just to meet him in person. Such is the life of celebrity I guess. He must love it or he’d end it. It takes a few things to be a great actor – inner and outer strength, a degree of vanity and narcism, talent, strategy, patience and unbelievable public self-control. Some are better models of these characteristics than others lol. Ben is one of our greats for sure.

In order to keep myself off the computer and more depression and bitterness at bay, I made this necklace….I think I needed to make it bigger so it would have taken more time. I’m pretty proficient at this lol:

I made this with copper wire and rose quartz, clear crystal and agate or jasper (not sure).  Without trying I used 13 stones and it fits perfectly (birthday 2-13-68)

I made this with copper wire and rose quartz, clear crystal and agate or jasper (not sure). Without trying I used 13 stones and it fits perfectly (birthday 2-13-68)


I have been in a sort of dark mood lately and my support system keeps reminding me to focus on what I want to see, not what I don’t but that doesn’t seem to be working.  I am happy 50 indigenous tribes have joined forces against more pipeline…one of the rare bits of “good news” I’ve heard of late.  Once again, the first people leading by their example!  Thank you for that!

Then there is the other 90% of the shit news fed to me by “ladies in red dresses” the stuff I don’t want.  Like I don’t want to see cops killing people,  children running from bombs and starving, I don’t want to read that a citizen of my town shot and killed a service dog of a boy who died from multiple miseries but here it is….day after day whether I want to see it or not. So what to do?!  How can I not see it, ignore it but to totally withdraw back into myself like I’ve tried to so many times before?

Should I do like the South Park episode Kyle and I watched this morning suggested, Skank Hunter ( Commit social media suicide and delete my Facebook account AGAIN and delete this blog AGAIN and slip into radio silence AGAIN?! I’ve tried that to no avail MANY times. I’ve been writing blogs since there was MSN, Myspace, Newsvine, Wix……and I always come back?!  Why?!  Because I get lonely in my own head with my own thoughts.  Human beings get lonely AND bored and it’s unhealthy to stay in your own head alone…you get feral, obsessive, and delusional.

I can be by myself, I am most of the time and actually prefer it, but like everyone else I have the need to “reach out” and writing is how I do that the most.

Kyle, aside from our dogs and cats, is about the only person in the entire world I can be myself with and he and I can only banter our sameness back and forth so long without exhaustion of the subjects.  Writing like this IS my chosen outlet and keeps me from becoming a completely “feral”  human.

So I march on and thank those of you that muddle through my gibberish here….look at my drawings, photos, read my poems, stories and rants…. seem to care about me. I reflect it all back to you and want to tell you I am grateful you are in the world.  I just wanted to tell you that! Right now I’m having to practice what I preach and live and walk the talk and my God it can be hard!!! We’ll do it together….we’ll just keep lifting each other up as one of us falls down into the abyss of shadow selves. We’ll just keep helping each other stay in the light of truth.

This is the message in my Pink Spirit book today which reflects my current state of being…my skepticism….may be something will resonate with you. I don’t think I’m alone o the dark side of the moon…..

The words that came to me this morning after being outside and listening to music...that Mind in the Box Escape song is on repeat right now.

The words that came to me this morning after being outside and listening to music…that Mind in the Box Escape song is on repeat right now.

9/23/2016 10:06 am

It’s dirty, it’s smelly and old

Too hot, too this, too that,

Too cold.

We go this way

We believe this “thing”


A flash in the pan faux deluxe

Too fleeting this flesh

That is at the crux

Over and over message on repeat

Rise up with hollow victory

Fall to bended knee in defeat

The blood flows shallow now

I see you still worship

The golden Cow

Beaten, stretched, shot, hung and torn

Another pariah

Waits to be born

Over and over the message clear

You’ve just become blind, deaf and dumb

You can’t hear

The noise of lights and sound

Amuse, distract

Bore and confound

Ties your body in knots

You are stuck on the ground

Familiar faces and places

Still leaving

Their traces

In the mortal coil spinning in blood

Only a spark

Negates the old God

A land of the living and dead *ch

The streets run

With ladies dressed in red

The only true light but embers

All but a few

Yet remembers…




22 Sept 2016 - you can see it's a "tube" shape and the people pods attach to the outside.  The propulsion source that came to me is sound.

22 Sept 2016 The spaceship in my dream (drawing)….musical saws and the energy in sound (enough energy to propel ships through space?)

Hello, just popping in for a minute to share with you the crude drawing I came up with to illustrate the spaceship I dreamt about last night and a time before.  I’ll remind you that I just draw and write “as it comes” and this is what came to me this morning as I tried to put the ship to paper.   I am not sure what the message of “lines and bubbles” means but someone does.  As you can see there is the main body of ship and what came to me about the propulsion questions was the power of sound…very “Dune” right?!  The image that came to my mind is one of those old saws they use to cut down trees and the sound it makes when it bends….the “wobble and warbling” sound – like the original Star Trek music – can you hear it?  I’m not a scientist but I am a keen observer and “experiencer” of things that make the world go and exploring this makes sense to me.  There has to be a way to generate energy that doesn’t harm anyone or anything….as of now…most every form of energy devised and harvested both helps and harms.  What if, don’t laugh now, “The Sound of Music” is a possible solution to this shared problem?  I am certain it has been or is yet being explored and I suspect we are on to something.  We need a “sound” that doesn’t harm and can generate enough sound wave energy to launch a ship.

Apparently many people have learned how to play music on this tool instead of cutting down trees with them!

Scientists harness power of sound waves to levitate and move objects in air 4 January 2014, 2:05 pm EST By Alex Saltarin Tech Times

Practical levitation is something that has been eluding scientists for decades. However, a recent development in Tokyo may help bring practical levitation out of science fiction and into reality.

Scientists from the University of Tokyo have succeeded in creating a levitation rig that utilizes the power of sound, specifically ultrasonic standing waves, to levitate and suspend small objects in midair. While levitating small objects has been done before using a variety of methods such as magnetism, the recent Tokyo experiment has succeeded in actually moving the suspended objects around in a controlled fashion.

Like magnetic levitation, sound-based levitation has also been around for a while. However, previous experiments involved the use of in-line speakers that reflect sound off of a sound-reflecting surface to levitate objects. The recent experiment uses a very different approach. Instead of using speakers arranged in a straight line, the Tokyo-based scientists use four speaker arrays all facing each other. Since the speakers are arranged in this manner, the sounds emanating from the array converge into a single “ultrasonic focal point.” It is this focal point that allows the scientists to manipulate the suspended objects. By moving the focal point left to right and up or down, the scientists were also able to move the suspended objects. This is accomplished by varying the output of each speaker.

“In the present study, we considered extended acoustic manipulation whereby millimetre-sized particles were levitated and moved three-dimensionally by localised ultrasonic standing waves, which were generated by ultrasonic phased arrays,” said the team in a published report. “Our manipulation system has two original features. One is the direction of the ultrasound beam, which is arbitrary because the force acting toward its centre is also utilised. The other is the manipulation principle by which a localised standing wave is generated at an arbitrary position and moved three-dimensionally by opposed and ultrasonic phased arrays.”

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20 Sept 2016 - raven feather in the sun

22 Sept 2016 High-rise (2015) and Amityville Horror (2005) – killing dogs in films and my repeating dream that ends with a spaceship escape

Hello to you this morning! It’s about 6:20 am as I start to write to you from the dimension I share with Kyle, our two dogs and two cats.  I didn’t write to you yesterday because I was simply “blocked.”  There was just “nothing.”  I guess I had  reached a saturation point with what I could take from this world and yesterday I just shut down and wanted to sleep.  When I did get up and go outside, I just lay down and reached for the sky and sweat because it was just so damn hot!  My body felt like lead and just didn’t want to move.  My mind felt like mush and it didn’t want to think.  It’s what you call “existing” and not really living but I knew it would pass.  These spells always do.  There are horrors going on all over the world every time I turn on the internet, the t.v., the radio….log into a fricking video game (Rift)….there is no escaping days like yesterday except when I sleep, when I dream.  Some people aren’t even getting to have that anymore….they can’t sleep and they can’t dream….they have been blocked by their lifestyle and career choices, their food, their medicine, their water, their air, their technology.  Some people say this existence on earth was meant to be a prison and sometimes it feels that way to me but I know in my heart, it’s not meant to be!  Look at what we’ve made together all of us!  It’s a matter of perception isn’t it?

I watched a large portion of High-rise starring Tom Hiddleston yesterday since it showed up on Netflix streaming.  Let’s just say it wasn’t the right type of movie for me to watch for the frame of mind I was in. I fear, if I had watched my other option which is on Hulu Plus right now, Roots,  starring my dear Jonathan Rhys Meyers, things wouldn’t have been much better!  I ended up fast forwarding through much of it.  They committed the cardinal sin for me in movies…they killed dogs and I hate that!  Even in horror films!  If they kill a dog I most times will stop watching the film or fast forward through it.  This is what happened with High-rise and also what happened last night when Kyle put on the 2005 version of Amityville Horror starring Ryan Reynolds:

Whether it’s part of the story, to make a point or be symbolic…yes, I hate it.  If you don’t want me to stop watching your films, don’t kill animals in them.   I am very sensitive right now about animals because so many of them, in our real world, are being killed for no other reason than poor management skills and greed….to make terror.   A lot of my friends and family are experiencing serious health problems with their animals and much of it being caused by the same things that are harming and killing us now.

Back to High-rise….

I didn’t fast forward of course, for those of you who have seen it, past the nice view of “Hiddles bum”….lol.  He is indeed a nice specimen as character Charlotte suggested.  I had trouble fast-forwarding past Luke too but when his character, Mr. Wilder drowned the dog….a switch flipped in me and the fast forward started even as much as I enjoyed seeing him, Tom, and Jeremy Irons.  I guess it was a way too accurate portrayal of what seems to be going on right now in our world.   Only all of the decay currently spreading over a globe now was contained to a single, poorly constructed and devised High-rise!  Very symbolic!  I was amused to see an actual image in the film of a  reference I made just the other day.  I was saying there are currently a lot of ladies in red dresses parading around right (symbolic of Distraction).  Well in the film, there is a dream sequence of  Tom dancing with a bunch of airline stewardesses dressed in red uniforms……


source internet - Dracula Untold Luke Evans

source internet – Dracula Untold Luke Evans

So anyhew……finished reading Stuart Little last night.  Kyle and I agree it ends to abruptly…mouse driving off into the sunset in his tiny car….how can that be the end?!  I decided my next book, inspired by seeing Luke Evans as Mr. Wilder in High-Rise, would be Bram Stoker’s Dracula.  I really enjoyed Luke’s performance in Dracula Untold.

So the dream escape….well this is where I went last night.

I had a repeating dream that ended with something cool…a spaceship! It took a bit to get there though and that was the repeating part. There was swans, blood and a round pool of water over and over. I’d think I would wake up and then those three things would repeat in my head…toss, turn…toss..sweat…turn,  but FINALLY the dream progressed. I was preparing for travel. I was inside a ship trying to communicate with my family before I was to leave. There was a cleaning solution to keep everything sterile like the smooth and shiny console I was trying to use to talk to my family.  For some reason cleanliness was important.  Then I saw a ship much like the one I told you about before that had the red patterns underneath with a pilot looking for his daughter down below. There was a long white cylinder, kind of looked like one of Gene’s ships (Gene Roddenberry) but mostly long without the big circular part that houses the captain and crew. The reason it was a cylinder is because next came the individual circular pods that shot out and attached to the cylinder and after there were like three on each side, the ship just took off with no effort…there was no sound. Kyle asked if I remembered the propulsion system, all I know is it took no effort. As soon as the circular pods attached, it took off with no sound….very fast.

I told Kyle these dreams remind me of the twins C’tair and D’murr in Frank Herbert’s Dune. I am in one dimension and my twin in another and it’s like we are using crystals to communicate and the communication is through dreams. That’s the best way I can explain it.

So we’ve had the arrival of the ship and it’s purpose revealed and hopefully next I will get to find out the destination of these ships!  Something occurred to me about the cleaning solution in the dream.  It occurred to me that this might be what the planes flying over my house, all over the North Texas skies and all over the skies of the world are doing…..whatever it is they are spraying is like a “cleaning” solution.  Who knows….may be we are being “cleaned”….the earth terra formed for something or someone?    I know, the stuff of science fiction but as you all know,  much of science fiction has become science fact!  For example, just look at the phone your holding in your hand right now and think back to sitting and watching the original Star Trek!  Those communicators they used have become our cell phones.  Nikola Tesla even knew in his time that someday we would be communicating without wires!

I heard this song I’ve shared with you before in the dream too (I shared this with you before):

This is my childhood copy of the EB White book Stuart Little and the drawings I think my cousin did that I found inside last night!

20 Sept 2016 Vanessa Ives of Penny Dreadful and Lilith, Cuneiform (Sumerian language), Finding mementos of your past (revisiting harsh lessons of farm life and death as a city girl)

Hello to you, it’s about 7:17 a.m. as I start to write to you this Tuesday morning. It’s been one of them mornings. It started with Link waking us up by throwing up on the bed, our having to change the sheets, Kyle not being able to go back to sleep and my trying to sleep in the company of my crystals which I was partly able to do despite the crying of our cat Amber to get in the room!

So yesterday I mentioned we binge watched Season 3 of Penny Dreadful and as part of my trying to process what we’d seen, I had to get closure with our character Vanessa Ives. What I perceived her to represent was the first woman of mythology…Lilith….she who came before Eve. Lilith was supposedly a creature of the night, the first vampire and didn’t put out for no man lol.

I decided to seek the wisdom of our digital “God” the internet to make my inquiries……to seek my closure with this story we had eaten in two days. As I’ve mentioned before, I think in terms of “alike” – how things are similar or the same. So it’s only logical for me to find out how Vanessa and Lilith could be the same.

My inquiries started with trying to find a “label” for a symbol I had made in the backyard with my steel poles, a hoe and the circular decaying plastic mat I had outside. When I listen to music and let my mind go, I process the thoughts and images that come and yesterday afternoon, this was one.

Source Internet -Sumerian Cuneiform Words. The symbol for God I recognized as one I painted using rulers on a tshirt!

Source Internet -Sumerian Cuneiform Words. The symbol for God I recognized as one I painted using rulers on a tshirt!

5 Nov 2015 Jackie handpainted tshirt Alvarado TX 2

5 Nov 2015 Jackie handpainted tshirt Alvarado TX 2

I took this a bit ago, the circular plastic mat has been recycled.

I took this a bit ago, the circular plastic mat has been recycled.

This lead me to Cuneiform, the “wedge language” of the ancient Sumerians it’s origins going back to 5000 BCE, and then back to Lilith, wondering if she had a “symbol” , there was the Fleur de Lis (interestingly on the back of Coraline from the show Moonlight we are watching right now too…she was a French courtesan) and then back looking at Cuneiform….Latin.

Anyways….I think I have my closure on Vanessa Ives and on Lilith. How are they the same? They are both the stuff of well-crafted story writing and telling both then and now. It’s what we do as human beings. We tell stories and we like to act them out to entertain and amuse ourselves….to scare ourselves in this case of Lilith and Vanessa Ives.   What can be more horrifying than an empowered woman?  This would explain the primordial evil that woman always seem to get to represent in just about everything written mostly by men…oh and don’t forget snakes….facepalm! 

Stories….as I mentioned to you, I’m revisiting some stories of my childhood….eating the good kind of “Member Berries” as the premiere of South Park calls revisiting the “glory days” of our past.  For me it’s revisiting the days of my life that were simple, innocent and made me happy.   Much of my happiness as a child came from books and writing stories myself!  Sadly,  I only have a couple stories I wrote when I was very young!  May be I’ll share them some time.

I finished reading The Trumpet of the Swan by EB White last night and Kyle said I should read Stuart Little by him next. I asked him why and he said because it was one of his favorites when he was a little boy. So I went and got it and when I opened it up, there were these two drawings inside! Little mementos, treasures from the past!   I believe these were done by my step-cousin Heather Johnson when she was a young girl!   The drawing with the mailbox definitely looks like the old farm that I babysat for her and her sisters on many summers ago!! What a great memory  most of it was when I wasn’t having to learn really difficult lessons about life and death.  While I was there, a school friend Scott was struck by lightning and killed.  I learned you shouldn’t become too familiar with the cows because they would eventually be slaughtered.  Those types of lessons that most “city folk” never learn first hand.

Finding the drawings was dream key because  I can remember a dream about a girl and a orange and white cat underwater last night!  Which leads me to the hardest lesson about life and death I faced while on that farm…how fragile the line between life and death and it was a small orange and white kitten that taught me that.   The only sad part of my summer babysitting Heather, Brenda and Janelle is we adopted a cat and they even took it to the vet – the first time ever for a farm cat and sadly a few days later it crawled into the wheel well of a Schwan’s Delivery truck and was killed when it was driving off.  Everyone wanted me to run and get the quivering body before the girls could see it and I couldn’t do it.  So one of the adults grabbed the body, can’t remember if it was Grandpa Warrington or Kathy,  and they through it into the burning barrel that was near the swing-set and it was there until the next burning….which wasn’t for days.  I’ve always been very sensitive and was pretty traumatized by that who ordeal!  I hid and cried for a couple of days about that.  I was a city kid after all and had never been faced with these things before!

So I started to read Stuart Little last night and as I did, I started to hear a familiar voice in my head…Ben lol! I so love to hear Benedict Cumberbatch read things to me and there he was without effort reading Stuart Little to me! Silly I know but cool! So I told Kyle about this and since this was once his favorite book, I read a couple of chapters out loud in my best Benedict Cumberbatch voice LOL! Ah the things little old married couples do to amuse themselves!

I hope you are well today….everything seems to be “off” a bit here but we’ll get the ship righted again. Love and hugs to you family.




by Joshua J. Mark published on 28 April 2011

Cuneiform is a system of writing first developed by the ancient Sumerians of Mesopotamia c. 3500-3000 BCE. It is considered the most significant among the many cultural contributions of the Sumerians and the greatest among those of the Sumerian city of Uruk which advanced the writing of cuneiform c. 3200 BCE. The name comes from the Latin word cuneus for ‘wedge’ owing to the wedge-shaped style of writing. In cuneiform, a carefully cut writing implement known as a stylus is pressed into soft clay to produce wedge-like impressions that represent word-signs (pictographs) and, later, phonograms or `word-concepts’ (closer to a modern day understanding of a `word’). All of the great Mesopotamian civilizations used cuneiform (the Sumerians, Akkadians, Babylonians, Elamites, Hatti, Hittites, Assyrians, Hurrians and others) until it was abandoned in favour of the alphabetic script at some point after 100 BCE.

By Ariela Pelaia

Judaism Expert

Updated July 26, 2016.

According to Jewish folklore, Lilith was Adam’s first wife. Though she is not mentioned in the Torah, over the centuries she became associated with Adam as a way to explain the fact that there are two contradictory versions of Creation in the book of Genesis.

Lilith and the Biblical Story of Creation

The biblical book of Genesis contains two contradictory accounts of humanity’s creation. The first account is known as the Priestly version and appears in Genesis 1:26-27. Here God fashions man and woman simultaneously when the text reads: “So God created mankind in the divine image, male and female God created them.”

The second account of Creation is known as the Yahwistic version and is found in Genesis 2. This is the version of Creation that most people are familiar with. God creates Adam, then places him in the Garden of Eden. Not long afterwards, God decides to make a companion for Adam and creates the animals of the land and sky to see if any of them are suitable partners for the man.

God brings each animal to Adam, who names it before ultimately deciding that it is not a “suitable helper.” God then causes a deep sleep to fall upon Adam and while the man is sleeping God fashions Eve from his side. When Adam awakes he recognizes Eve as part of himself and accepts her as his companion.

Not surprisingly, the ancient rabbis noticed that two contradictory versions of Creation appear in the book of Genesis (which is called Bereisheet in Hebrew). They solved the discrepancy in two ways:

One was to explain that the first version of Creation actually referred to Adam’s first wife, a ‘first Eve.’ But Adam was displeased with her, so God replaced her with a ‘second Eve’ that met Adam’s needs.

Another interpretation is that the Priestly account describes the creation of an androgyne – a creature that was both male and female (Genesis Rabbah 8:1, Leviticus Rabbah 14:1). This creature was then split into a man and a woman in the Yahwistic account. Learn more about this explanation in: What Was the Androgyne?

Although the tradition of two wives – two Eves – appears early on, this interpretation of Creation’s timeline was not associated with the character of Lilith until the medieval period, as we shall see in the next section.

Lilith as Adam’s First Wife

Scholars are not certain where the character of Lilith comes from, though many believe she was inspired by Sumerian myths about female vampires called “Lillu” or Mesopotamian myths about succubae (female night demons) called “lilin.” Lilith is mentioned four times in the Babylonian Talmud, but it is not until the Alphabet of Ben Sira (c. 800s to 900s) that the character of Lilith is associated with the first version of Creation. In this medieval text, Ben Sira names Lilith as Adam’s first wife and presents a full account of her story.

According to the Alphabet of Ben Sira, Lilith was Adam’s first wife but the couple fought all the time. They didn’t see eye-to-eye on matters of sex because Adam always wanted to be on top while Lilith also wanted a turn in the dominant sexual position. When they could not agree, Lilith decided to leave Adam. She uttered God’s name and flew into the air, leaving Adam alone in the Garden of Eden. God sent three angels after her and commanded them to bring her back to her husband by force if she would not come willingly. But when the angels found her by the Red Sea they were unable to convince her to return and could not force her to obey them. Eventually, a strange deal is struck, wherein Lilith promised not to harm newborn children if they are protected by an amulet with the names of the three angels written on it:

“The three angels caught up with her in the [Red] Sea…They seized her and told her: ‘If you agree to come with us, come, and if not, we shall drown you in the sea.’ She answered: ‘Darlings, I know myself that God created me only to afflict babies with fatal disease when they are eight days old; I shall have permission to harm them from their birth to the eighth day and no longer; when it is a male baby; but when it is a female baby, I shall have permission for twelve days.’ The angels would not leave her alone, until she swore by God’s name that wherever she would see them or their names in an amulet, she would not possess the baby [bearing it]. They then left her immediately. This is [the story of] Lilith who afflicts babies with disease.” (Alphabet of Ben Sira, from “Eve & Adam: Jewish, Christian, and Muslim Readings on Genesis and Gender” pg. 204.)

The Alphabet of Ben Sira appears to combine legends of female demons with the idea of the ‘first Eve.’ What results is a story about Lilith, an assertive wife who rebelled against God and husband, was replaced by another woman, and was demonized in Jewish folklore as a dangerous killer of babies.

Later legends also characterize her as a beautiful woman who seduces men or copulates with them in their sleep (a succubus), then spawns demon children. According to some accounts, Lilith is the Queen of Demons.

References: Kvam, Krisen E. etal. “Eve & Adam: Jewish, Christian, and Muslim Readings on Genesis and Gender.” Indiana University Press: Bloomington, 1999.

The Fleur-de-Lis

In Heraldry and History

Legend The English translation of “fleur-de-lis” (sometimes spelled “fleur-de-lys”) is “flower of the lily.” This symbol, depicting a stylized lily or lotus flower, has many meanings. Traditionally, it has been used to represent French royalty, and in that sense it is said to signify perfection, light, and life. Legend has it that an angel presented Clovis, the Merovingian king of the Franks, with a golden lily as a symbol of his purification upon his conversion to Christianity. Others claim that Clovis adopted the symbol when waterlilies showed him how to safely cross a river and thus succeed in battle.

Heraldry In the twelfth century, either King Louis VI or King Louis VII (sources disagree) became the first French monarch to use the fleur-de-lis on his shield. English kings later used the symbol on their coats of arms to emphasize their claims to the throne of France. In the 14th century, the fleur-de-lis was often incorporated into the family insignia that was sewn on the knight’s surcoat, which was worn over their coat of mail, thus the term, “coat of arms.” The original purpose of identification in battle developed into a system of social status designations after 1483 when King Edmund IV established the Heralds’ College to supervise the granting of armor insignia.

Religion and War

Joan of Arc carried a white banner that showed God blessing the French royal emblem, the fleur-de-lis, when she led French troops to victory over the English in support of the Dauphin, Charles VII, in his quest for the French throne.

The Roman Catholic Church ascribed the lily as the special emblem of the Virgin Mary.

Due to its three “petals,” the fleur-de-lis has also been used to represent the Holy Trinity.

Military units, including divisions of the United States Army, have used the symbol’s resemblance to a spearhead to identify martial power and strength.





Source Internet - Lady in the Red Dress distracting Neo in the Matrix

19 Sept 2016 See the lady in the red dress Neo? Distraction in our shared Matrix, Getting sprayed by pesticides on airplanes, The Early Fall (my 10 Aug 2011 poem) and Something only they know (poem today)

Hello to you.  I don’t have much to say today because I’m having a “sinking feeling” kind of morning.  Something in the air may be?  My punishment for binge watching Season 3 of Penny Dreadful in 2 days with Kyle?!  Who knows….I just know it’s very unpleasant and persistent!  We watched the Season Premiere of South Park this morning and that didn’t help much because in all it’s dark humor it was truth. – link to Comedy Central if you want to see it yourself

I had a funny blip of a dream before I woke up this morning…you’ll laugh.  So I guess I was preparing to watch some video with Batman in it (Kyle and I saw Superman vs Batman this past week and there is a reason I didn’t mention it before…ugh) and my youngest brother-in-law Cole was with us and he said something about it having a NC-17 rating.  Well we played it and all I remember is seeing Tom Hiddleston with really light, almost red hair, and hearing his nickname that I think Benedict Cumberbatch gave to him, “Hiddlebum” and then Tom walking by me saying, “He’s a sophomore.”   I have never had Tom in a dream before so it struck me as pretty odd.  I haven’t been keeping up with any of my “fandom” as of late which has sometimes included Tom.   My attentions have been drawn elsewhere to people, places and things of the less fanciful nature!   Sometimes I wonder if my life would be “easier” if I just didn’t care about anything or anyone but myself or was just content to wallow in the superficial “fluff” that is the media, entertainment and technological world but that’s not how I was raised.

It is all Distraction and if you allow yourself complete absorption…it’s called the Matrix.  (my friend Margarita from her Inner Whispers blog even managed to catch a picture of such a creature recently! 

Source: 14-sept-2016-margarita-from-inner-whispers-wordpress-blog

Source: 14-sept-2016-margarita-from-inner-whispers-wordpress-blog








So I pulled out a poem  I wrote back in 2011 about Fall here in North Texas…it was during a drought and the perspective is from the trees.  I wrote a new poem for this season and it’s about what the what it seems the beings that share this earth with us know is coming and also those who are human know too but are only giving us sneak peaks….

10 Aug 2011

The Early Fall

by Jackie Wygant

Standing still, bracing for the swell of radiating waves

The clouds do not hear me

They do not deliver the water my body craves

My limbs carve slowly and deeply into the splitting soil

While my skin and leaves

Crackle and boil

I watch her as she tries to give me a taste of waters balm

She speaks to me in gentle tones with tears

I find temporary glimpses of calm

My fellows whisper so loudly it sounds like screaming

The heat burns on

I am not dreaming

It is time for the early fall

Yellow and crisp

I will sleep until there is no sun at all……


Something Only They Know

by Jackie Wygant 19 Sept 2016

The leaves have started to yellow and brown

The backyard squirrel scrambling and burying

Questionable seeds in the ground

All creatures of wing and feather

Have started to make their presence scarce

I see them high above, drifting and flying off together

The insects seem to have a sense of urgency about their pace

As the flutter and scurry

From place to space

They know something, these children of Mother earth and Father sky

A language ancient as time

We “little”  humans only left in our mute, deaf and dumbness

To ask Why?