It is something looking at all the contrivances of this day and age to arrest others! The Vulcan Roman Nazi Borg arrive on Mama Maya and their perverted new game show is called jail the Genie and don’t let her leave until she do exactly as we please usw. From the truly dark energies to even some of us bumblers we’ve forgotten what it is: true courtship here on Mama Maya. Even the bees we make prisoners. How do the fake Romans do that to the holy angels of the Romani gypsies. The teach us to turn to Hollywood to find our Star of David. We become exiles of our own self-made paradise. Paradise Lost? For some it’s never even found, for they are the least mature spirits among us. They’ve never even been taught poor lambs of all that they’re capable. It a special kind of fucked-up-ness for us to do that. To make the bees appear to only survive as within mankind’s cages. Oh the blasphemy. Oh the foolery. You are the true sinners of the Garden of Eden. It’s God our Lord of Light who’s the Creator. The Great Spirit. And we are conducted by our Lord of Light as much as it’s not over until the fat lady sings ya’ll. You know who that fat lady is ya’ll? It’s as if Mama Maya forgot how truly beautiful we are as the eternal feminine. We allow them to convince us there’s someone out there always younger and thus more preferable in the crystal ball as it were. Oh, Mirror, Mirror! But the spiraling staircase, it bee eternal! And you know what fuels it? Sure, the dark energies of temptation, that primordial fuel of all creation. Sure you got that straight. Yet! The fay we always having to outfly those dark energies sometimes née devil dumb dumbs. Like some kind of marathon Roadrunner. And do you know our little secret about how the fairies do that? It’s by knowing how to truly court into one’s life the unseen and the truly beautiful. To have faith in the unseen also, as we know that under the light’s conduction we’ll end up with graceful emergences. And to do it the right way. How about we give to the Fay, which if you didn’t already know it is how you say “faith” in Spanish: la fe. Yepsters, how about a decent fay offering? And if you must know that’s made up that part in Leviticus about us setting nepalm to the animal kingdom. Oh Lordy Lordy. High Five Johah. I get what it is to be frustrated regarding one who appears to turn his back on the Lord and our Great Spirit. But Oh the prodigal son. He right around the corner, I have faith about it. For I know that the fay we’re eternally compassionate as we are all us wonton travelers, we’re wandering innkeepers. So we err on the side of caution and work poco a poco por la via dolorosa. In the name of fun and beauty of creation. Los feriados. We celebrate it! Y el Camino Real. We walk it in some kind of walk-about just like our ancestral Aboriginals. Blowing the Didgeridoo from the Arctic to Australia, taking hold of the winds that circle us playing a tune out of the chaos. One that brings us to a good frequency and vibration. Well, it’s the calling that calls us. For God knows we are the light resting upon the peaceful compassion of a living organism. But thank God that God not the only one that know’d it. For this but and it’s a big one: sometimes Mama Maya we lose a little weight we gotsta transform us. It called a resurrection, and Lordy we all do it. For the true queen Camilla you know how she keep resurrecting? Welpsters: it by the very baptism of the eternal waters of Danu our Goddess of all that bee flowing. The earth we’re a lady and the waters they come out of our very fissures. Sometimes we cry such that the tears on our eyes make us appear like a wildcat. We cry too much and flood the earth plane. As for the butcherers of the innocents, the genocidal maniacs, they are not welcome. This is a heads up on the coding. Don in Spanish it means the anointed one, literally. Sometimes even the waters cannot heal you, then once again those very bubbles they come up again in pure vital chaotic form to nourish the very Garden of Eden. And life remember it’s cyclical yet not stagnant. It can only be a spiraling staircase for a reason. No need to call in Agatha Christie to know otherwise we’d be dead as a doornail. Don’t get deader. To stagnate like that to keep us from resurrecting in the waters of Mama Maya ’tis the kind of dead that closes off our very portals. Hey! And you know it’s not just for horses. Isn’t today a good day to invite the fay back into your life. Begin a new courtship. Perhaps a new plant will bring in a peacock butterfly, maybe a dish of water with some shiny pebbles a Raven, with a true queen of the bee variety getting hydrated per her naturalized drone varieties. You know what you need to be a queen, youngsters? Ser la reina?!? Well you ‘taint getting nowhere not without the pure waters. Camilla is nothing without our rain bucket. Rainy! But it’s the real rain, stupid. The real rain that allows us to break the reins that bind us and overtime travel by way of light eternal. That’s in effect who the true queen is, not because you happen to land upon a silver locket. It take actual merit. Of the light! That’s where the word “merit” comes from. Because by bowing down to the Creator, by respecting mother nature, we truly purify as part of the light’s power. You called it! Yepsters we get integrated. It is truly the rainbow of light that faster than light we travel! Just like the “leaping” Leprechauns teach us. And we find a pot of gold at the end of it, if in the individual capacities of our soul we are guided from temptation to the reaping of our Lord of Light’s energies. We are wise ones in that we know the ways to follow. Respect to Mama Maya, the animal kingdom and the ancestors, our spirit world. Covenant with our Lord the Creator. And then out of the mouths of babes there arrives a new one. A future ancestor of the light. We hand off our torches as we spread the rhizomes! We have plenty to offer. We have so much light of the eternal. This is not a zero-sum solution as they call it meaning a necessarily Hobson’s choice. Newp. In fact zero is the hero as we achieve homeostasis through love and God’s goodness, with eternal capabilities therefore for circular cumulative causation. Another leg up the spiral staircase. I’m grateful just to be part of it. I’m graceful under God’s authority. God Bless another day on Mama Maya, en el nombre del papa, la mama, y el espíritu santo. By Jove I think she’s got it. Or do you disagree with what I’m saying. It behooves me to say I’d love to hear from you. As it’s through intelligent discourses that we look to arrive at the vibrational frequency and vibes of the words of our God. Amen.
