OK. I'm used to weirdness. After all, I live with me. So I watched a documentary called "the world according to bush" that was on Canadian television back in 2003, and afterwards, decided to surf the net to see what the world had to say about George W. Bush. And that is when I discovered that our President has a Myspace page! At first, I thought it was a joke, you know, somebody messing around, but even if that is true, the comments left by Bush's adoring public add a special dimension of weirdness heretofore reserved only for the television show "The Twilight Zone." Bush has his own groupies on Myspace, they leave him birthday greetings, and "Thanks for the Add" graphics, and tell him how much they love him.
So here's the link for those of you needing a dose of otherwordly distraction:
Just like his real life, the site is literally draped in the American flag, so it might be kinda hard to read, just like the man himself. The song, unfortunately, that Bush picked "has been deleted by the artist" so there's no music to listen to. I wanted to join Myspace, for a crystallized moment in time, just so I could hit the "Block Me" button on his Myspace. Apparently, even though he's married, he is "here for networking, dating, serious relationships and friends." My thought is that he needs all the friends he can get at this stage of the game, so perhaps that is the main reason for creating a Myspace page. I dunno, don't care. Bush happens to have 19,457 friends, so we now know exactly who the 20 percent of the population is that love him so much. Now, it IS a surprise that most of these friends are WOMEN. WOMEN. The man has more dating potential than I've had in ten years. Crazy stuff, that. There's one crazy blonde woman holding a baby who keeps telling Bush she's bought him as if he were being raffled off at one of those Bachelor auctions. She's bought him nearly five times. She also sent him a Thanks for the Add. Obviously, if Laura ever leaves him, Blonde Lady with Baby will marry him in a heartbeat. Talk about being desperate for a man. I could be totally sexually abstinent for fifty years and not want to touch the Presidential Weiner. Another crazy blonde lady (why are all these women blonde?? ) gives a sermon on "testing grays (what are grays??) regarding God and the Bible in order to ascertain whether or not they have a demon." You need to read her posts for the entertainment value as she thinks the CIA knows who all the grays are so they can be captured and detained as enemy combatants. It's GOTTA be a joke.
If it IS a joke, then there are 19,457 people who are really, really dumb. If it's NOT a joke, then all I gotta say is WOW. I mean, WOW. Somebody's gotta write Colbert and Jon Stewart so they can feature it on their show.
On this SECOND Myspace, Dubya only has 62 friends. So I think this might just be the real George W. Bush Myspace. One of Dubya's 62 friends is "Gray" so perhaps this is a clue to the crazy blonde lady's comments about "Grays" cited above.
And no wonder this guy likes secrecy so much. His astrological sign is Cancer.
I dunno. What do you guys think??? Which Myspace is the REAL Myspace?
Tonight it is a cool 68 degrees and the pens in my pen holder (a black ceramic pot with a lid and my name garishly painted across it in yellow, a gift from my mommy), have been beckoning to me. I have been reading the Witch's Ten Commandments, and realized midway through how wrapped up in the mundane I'd gotten, which probably explains the unceasing fatigue and irritability I'd been feeling the last three months. Three months since I'd lit a candle for anything. Three months since I'd thought of the Goddess and God in any way, shape or form, three months since I'd lit any kind of incense, or sent any kind of goodwill or love out to anybody in spellwork--hell, it had been, up to last night, three months since I'd even done any spellwork.
Being out of balance makes for irritability, fatigue, and a never ending sense of anxiety, whether you are too steeped in the mundane, or too steeped in magick. Traversing the circle doesn't mean going round in circles forever; it means stepping out (or in) on a regular basis, being grounded on one foot and immersing the other in spirituality, like that nude chick on the Star card, who has one foot in the water, and one knee on land, pouring water out onto the land. And it has been three months since I've written anything, and so I have not been paying attention to who I am--a writer--instead, too worried about my next job, or finishing school, or the petty squabbles and tensions that wrap around oneself all too easily; being wrapped up in other peoples' emotional detritutus is much like finding oneself sinking into quicksand. Being centred also means acceptance of others, no matter what their race, or religious creed. Everyone has gifts, and we should never think we have the One True Truth. As a religious scholar, I have found beauty in all faiths, and much good has come out of all faiths. Too often we concentrate solely on the bad that some religions have been party to. Forgiveness swings in an ever widening circle, and sometimes the past is simply the past. It doesn't have to be our future.
Being immersed in your own emotional detritus presents the same dangers. It's too easy to be self-centred, wanting the whole world to sympathise, when, as a Witch, we have so much power to do good for others (and, thus ourselves).
And that has been the lesson that Goddess has presented--keeping centred, always, walking the fine line between the two worlds without succumbing to just one. And in the end, loving yourself really means being centred, I think, giving to others, giving to yourself, in one neverending circle of love and joy.
Thank you to my friends who have patiently put up with my depressed mood of late, who have listened to me complain on here, and listened to me complain anyway. It is wonderful to have friends like you, who make me laugh and see the better side of life consistently and I am very happy to have been led to Covenspace, and happy to have friends like you.
OMG...it's so freaking hot. And my landlady decided since it was cool nights it would be good to shut off the central air (she controls it). Cool nights around here mean 75-80 degrees, plus heat rises, and I am in an upstairs apartment, so am sitting here sweating profusely, with all the ceiling fans going, 2.00 in the morning, can't sleep. I am definitely going to invest in one of those bedroom AC units they are selling at the CVS for 99.00. I'm the type of person, having been raised in Northern Wisconsin, that loves it when it is zero degrees outside and I can bury myself in six blankets on my bed. The colder, the better. The perfect summer to me is 70-75 degrees, with a light cool breeze.
And speaking of the perfect summer, I'm finally going to get to leave this state!! For anyone who has ever experienced chronic homesickness, this would be about what I have been going through the last few months. I have no connections to Ohio other than my sons who live with their father, and they are planning to move as well because there are so few construction jobs (Ohio is quickly going broke as all the manufacturing jobs have been sent to China, Mexico or India). I never was a big fan of Ohio anyway, but having given 11 years of my life to this place, I feel as though I've given it a fair shake, and the sense of relief I felt when I figured out through a lot of card readings and prayer that what was really wrong with me was that I was so homesick.....well, the relief was palpable. It's time to go soon. Next spring will be the right time.
So having felt that solid feeling that you feel when you have arrived at a sound and good decision, I have begun the work of getting rid of stuff that you haven't used in a year and therefore probably won't miss. And I am not depressed anymore, and I have a lightness of being that tells me that when the universe asks me to start again fresh, although we have fears of the unknown whenever we must start again, that starting fresh is often an outward manifestation of the healing that must take place within.
And I have a lot of healing to do, thanks to an acquaintance of mine who will probably stew in his own karma for the rest of his natural life. I really do believe that when things get too hard when you are trying for something you want, when it gets ridiculously difficult, the universe is sending a message that perhaps what you want isn't right for you at all, and the universe/Spirit is protecting you from it. I can see that now, as hard as it is, that sometimes we can have too much faith in the good ness of someone to the point where faith turns into illusion. Mine was an illusion that did nothing but harm me for ten very long years.
Here is home. Isn't it beautiful?
Duluth, MN, 4th of July Fireworks over Lake Superior, view of Aerial Lift Bridge by Kim Randolph, for more photos of Duluth, some with the Northern Lights, go to http://www.pbase.com/kimr55760/duluth_area&page=1
