Something Fun I ran into. Credits at the bottom….
On How Ghosts Take the Moral High Ground
A week after hanging himself he’s back,
returned to the house of his fickle lover
shroud-bound, glassy faced, righteous, hovering above her bed
like a see-through falcon, ready to drop on prey.
The noose that did for him is lank as a snake’s shed skin,
his tracing-paper fingers claw the air,
and he moans each time she kisses her new paramour
until they split apart, startled.
In life he was licentious,
but after death he’s immaculate as a saint
scrubbed clean as if the Spiritual Realm
were a rough sponge brandished by a fierce hand.
All his sins are exfoliated now, his new skin
light as bible paper, lucent as rain.
Pity the poor woman beneath him
too guilt-struck to enjoy another’s embrace.
Imagine if each time you kissed a new lover
you were haunted by the one you betrayed.
Imagine if your sin was sent back – fingered,
pale hands holding a candle,
flame a halo around the shaft
so your darkness was broken by their pure white light.
Anna Saunders Ghosting for Beginners
Namaste, The Queen Cronista…
Nothing but the Facts…
Well known blogger and humorist Ben Shapiro said…”Facts don’t care how you feel.”
In our all about being in-sensed world this is something factual to hang onto. A fact is a fact in spite of your proclivities. You truth can still be your truth but there will always be some “feelings” mixed in with your truth.
When you want to be fair you must go to a neutral corner. Look at the facts and see what truly adds up. I’m not saying to change your own truth, but rather look at all situations from a less emotional place to truly be able to add up “THE TRUTH” in all things. Your emotions will lie, cheat and steal; like a giant sponge soaking the life out of others. If you are truly a person who wants to work from a space called “THE TRUTH”….always weigh all sides carefully and bring the true light of “THE TRUTH” to the table no matter what.
You can lie to yourself and others, but your own spirit always knows the truth. Emotions only know what buttons to push today.
I left the town I grew up in when I was eighteen. My goal was to retire and give back to the world what I got out of it while growing up. I’d planned to work in an orphanage in Mexico. Then I came back to take care of a dying sibling and realized there was no place in more need of giving back that this depressed area of Appalachia that has gone to the dogs since my youth.
I call it the “Boro”, not because it is now full of jackass politicians, drug addicts, drug dealers and reprobates (which it is), but because it is an endearing term to describe the quaint village of my youth. I hope to make a bit of difference in my remaining years but the work needed in epic.
However, I’ve been gifted with a modicum of intelligence and business sense (thank you Dad) and I plan to use it to try to bore into the need of the many and make a small difference. That is all any of us can do really.
I encourage each of you to use your given gifts to make a difference in the crazy world wherever you live. The needs are obvious everywhere. Wake up each day and pick one thing to make a difference. Even if it is a prayer for Peace on Earth. There is something we can do everyday.
I leave you with love and light and a prayer that you will be energized to make a difference in your world today. The Crones love you wherever you are in the world.
Namaste, The Queen Cronista