This past Fredya Friday I’m at the local Vancouver Mall and come across a very sad sight. Doves and other kinds of lovebirds being kept like prisoners in cages. For a small amount of time, the birds are singing and their voices echoing and making the mall seem like a Cathedral. But then their same avian voices trail off, disembodied. I did not come to the Vancouver Mall to experience this kind of a sinful pleasure. I soon run from the mall parched and venting heavily. In fact, I now cannot return there! Not until this so-called “pet shop” shuts down. Put thine cotton in my ears right now Mr. Odysseus! Saith the young man as he makes his way through the temptations of Mama Maya. Well, take it from a classical sirenita on this Sunday during Eastertime. From the holy feriados of the Fredya frequency. I’m reflecting upon what it means to be caged. And I’m a true one both to tempt and to warn you. We want to save as many as possible! Me and the other ice-cold angels. Why am I caged? Only out of my own doing. I like to remain close to home these days, right at my own cottage garden and growing homestead. Here’s where my forest friends visit out of free will, including perhaps for a bit of a fay offering. I can take sincere pleasure in the wildlife chorus around me. The voices of God leading up the spiraling staircase toward the one. As such, love does make the world go around us. On this garden of Eden trillions of years since the first nightfall! Like the wildflowers we grow turned toward the light as that’s where we find our best and fullest nourishment. Or we stop evolving. Period. Full Stop. You may not need direct light. At least not right now in this space and time. This sublime moment of your gazillion lifetimes. You may prefer in fact to be without it. But grow toward the light you will! Or die trying. An alternative? Ty died and thus travelling back and forth across the rainbow bridge. Faster than the speed of light. In a true Arc of the Covenant with our Lord of Light. Happy Easter! Hey, you found it! That egg of the goose, the one who laid golden. The Arc of the Covenant. And this is where this blog ends with a smiling puddy cat. Or does it? Didn’t you know that I’m also half owl? My sphinxy face doesn’t always let you know it. Be careful who you cage, because your own soul may find itself one day back contained within that very own self-imposed prisoner. Maybe next time you come back as one of the very same birds you caged! God doesn’t need and cannot make use of a fake ghost town in which there’s no true hankering for anything. We are not a place of the disembodied. Not here on Mama Maya. We are the domicile of the spirited. Y el Gran Espiritu Santo. A lot of trowel and error! And the fay and our beloved woodsmen well we find a fun way through it. A fun way runs through it or so the saying goes. Similar as to the great waters. The rivers are percolating with profound vivacity as chaos bubbles unite. Hallelujah. I’m truly enjoying this stream of eternal consciousness. This is one of my best trips back to Mama Maya ever. There’s always something to come back for three trillion years and counting. From ancient times to this oncoming Age of Aquarius. God bless another day on Mama Maya humbly serving our Lord of Light. How will you have fun today? Who will you share your rock and roll good times with? I pray to be guided by the light as it’s the most fun and sparkly. As it’s driven by the very propulsion of fusion. The life of the party you might say. Embraced within the very arms of the great Spirit. En el nombre de la Mama, el Papa, y el Espiritu Santo. Amen.