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eggs, rebirth, the British and transvestites
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A few dreams:
I saw the Native Americans fighting the British, the British had dug themselves into holes that they stood upright in, their red jacketed shoulders and white wigs peering out, firing their muskets, the natives were stabbing then in their faces and chests turning their white wigs as red as their jackets, when they were all through and the British were all killed the leader if the natives said to hang them from the trees so the buzzards would carry off their bones because their bones weren’t worthy of mixing with the bones of their ancestors.
I’m not sure where the ugliness of this dream comes from, been looking trough my books getting ready for the mojo project, maybe that’s it. But the British were slimy bastards just like the French, just like the “Americans” (settlers) no more no less as far as I’m concerned so I’m not sure why they were singled out in the dream.
I had two other spirit dreams, one with an alien spirit animal that looked like a shrimp and was soft like an octopus, I wrote it down because there was an important lesson in it but all I wrote down was what the spirit animal was like and don’t remember anything else about the dream, in another “the great spirit” walked me through my house and told me I wasn’t honoring myself. All I saw was it’s arm, it spoke with a man’s voice so I guess it was a man. Even when my native ancestors became one of the great “civilized” nations and thought it was the will of the living god to blend in with the new Americans, they adorned themselves with relics of their heritage. I guess there is a few lessons in there for me.
I also had a dream I was having sex with a transvestite, it had a pretty woman’s face and Hawley’s body. I woke up alarmed and confused.
About the mojo thing, Its got the hoodoo and the Choctaw in it. I wish I remembered more first hand, but i was young, I remember the basics is all, the only thing I remember from the part of me that is native as far as language goes is something that’s sounds like 'yahashelah" which I’m pretty sure means "I love you" or something close. Its ashame and sad but I have and am teaching myself what I can learn through other means, using the basics I remember to fill in the spaces and its ok because a lot of it was orally passed down and everyone puts their own twist on it, its part of the "magic" really. Ill teach my kids if they are interested, and maybe even if they aren’t
I jogged to the gym sat, cause of my dui I cant drive with out risk, passed by the auto sound and window tinting place. the guy who found my stolen property by the dumpster there and called me, recognized me and we bullshitted for a bit. I told him about my dui and where I was going and shit, he said there was a guy there who got a dui in his drive way after the neighbor called the cops cause he was working on his car’s sound system and it was too loud. He was drunk with the keys in the ignition, and the cop took him in. The guy figured the neighbor must have known the cop or the cop had some grudge out, I told him I was confident this was the new mentality.
The death poll in the forum on the schiavo thing makes me feel ill. I believe in the right to die and I have a living will, according to a few of the nurses who cared for terry her husband was a prick, denying her things that could have helped her recovery and bringing dates in to show terry to them to “prove he wasn’t lying”. Now, I wont claim I know for a fact if he did these things, but terry had no living will and her parents have offered to take full responsibility for her and any of the footage I watched of terry she didn’t look brain dead to me, she moved her eyes, followed things and looked to smile while her mother sang to her, I wont claim to know the medical science either but holy fuck I think there is enough reason to not starve her to death. Especially since her parents said they would tend to everything. Even if they were going to let her die they could pick a less horrific way to make it happen. Shit stray animals in the shelters and murderers on death row get better treatment...hell, even here on the forum murderers get more sympathy by some seemingly giddy at the whole situation. And people think I’m mean for calling a stupid asshole a stupid asshole. Insane.
But what ever. I’m not mad, just growing apathetic with even less patience than I had before for it, and I never really had too much.
I’m becoming bored, even the things I do away from the asylum on the internerd have become boring. I’m not spending much time on as it is and I think I’m probably about to start spending even less. Maybe start “honoring myself” more.
Today is Easter. There is a lot f symbolic beauty there even for us non Christians, I hope it brings light to those who need it.
We celebrated today cause the weather is going to be shit tomorrow. I love my midgets, they are the coolest people I know, to know real love and family is a blessing and I am truly blessed.
Happy Easter.
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