the pink umbrella, the unschooling of the goddess: here's a song for your birthday pretty! i love you best!

for our fallen soldierette's

for my daddy...

- the gardener-

the gardener does not love to talk,

he makes me keep the gravel walk;

and when he puts his tools away,

he locks the door and takes the key.

away behind the current row

where no one else but cook may go,

far in the plots, i see him dig,

old and serious, brown and big

he digs the flowers, green, red and blue,

nor wishes to be spoken to,

he digs the flowers and cuts the hay,

and never seems to want to play.

Silly gardener! summer goes,

and winter comes with pinching toes,

when in the garden bare and brown

you must lay your barrow down.

well now, and while the summer stays

to profit by these garden days,

o how much wiser you would be

to play at indian wars with me!

robert louis stevenson, 1850-1894

highroad to lowroad mckii language translation

ok family, remember that church song... or was it an irish song? "you take the highroad and i'll take the lowroad blahblitty blah something something between time" so i can't sing and i don't really remember the words but you get it. we are just a family divided by the path. it is my hope we can all better understand what is being talked about to clarify some terms.

i will explain the way i did to Isaiah when he started saying words he did not understand and he had no dad around to say... whatever. there is a reason the word fuck is the worst word in our language. because to have sex without love is the worst thing that can ever happen to you. so if you combine that idea with the fact that everyone on your path is your teacher. and the lesson of the day is how to find balance between the Divine Feminine and the Divine Masculine... there you have a formula to a whole world of conversation you highroaders are not even participating in...just a few hints to help you keep up

PAY ATTENTION! is what fuck usually means. to the extent of force! now with that being said in the past tense (as in "your fucked!") it is meaning you should have been paying attention! to be called a fucker it is to be understood he is the one who does things to make people pay attention to him usually stupid and of harm to himself and or others! in my crazy brain "you little fucker!" is a term of endearment. for instance if your son throws up in church... fucking when found in the present tense i can't explain away it is not a good thing to be in the process of forcing someone to pay attention to you! it is usually not pretty.

prayer pulley

howdy family! i am prompted to share an idea to help you to understand my language... so in my retarded search to understand how to pray i discovered the fact that you do not need to be in a prayer circle in any temple or sitting at the prayer table at the food bank. you do not need to be in a church building where everyone is sending mixed messages... i do not even need to be in my very own closet since i have not had one for 18 months. i have taught the children who listen to me "to go inside your own mind!" Star knows how to get Isaiah in a bubble of protection. Star also knows how to "surround him in white light!" Cinderella's Fairy Godmother gave you the visual with the "build a white dress trick" but you keep going right over the top of his head like a dairy queen ice cream cone. Star and i surrounded Isaiah in violet flame every night he was in prison and he was released no worse for wear 9 months later! thank you Jesus!

ok focus on the prayer pulley, yes please understand when i say i am lifting someone up in prayer i mean i literally have them caught in clear bubble of protection! di vinci gave you the visual with his guy in a circle drawing... so once i have my boy in the bubble i hook the top to a sky hook which is attached to a hanging chain which looks sorta like a dumb waiter device that leads straight up into the clouds. i strain my eyes to see up to make sure someone got him... Gramma! oh yay! you handle him Gramma... wait Gramma what are you doing in Marilyn Monroe's body? i don't know that you are allowed... where is Grampa?! she just gives me a wink and tosses her long shimmering sparkly musical hair over her shoulder as she lifts the bubble off the hook with one finger and bounces him out of my view like a beach ball into the clouds... yes family you see to do not address my Father in Heaven as tho he were santa! i do not have a list of ideas of how to help i just say "here Father handle this one please" it is to "let go and let God" as they say in the program...

the pink umbrella, the unschooling of the goddess

Wednesday, May 27, 2015

here's a song for your birthday pretty! i love you best!

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