Existence Womb (80)

   
   "Existence Womb (80)"
   
   Miriam enjoyed her lung dart, stupefied; next, ran up to wake Buck, him growling with sincerity, yet he woke willingly, listening to Miriam's mystical tale.  They both sat on Buck's futon, and her with a little bit of the shakes, probed his wise werewolf soul.
   
MIRIAM
Is the Holy Spirit feminine?  I mean, or was it a demonic entity talking to me?

BUCK
Possibly either--with your past history; however, the French use the masculine, calling the Holy Spirit Le Saint-Esprit.  But I would use La Saint-Esprit.  She always appears in gold and blue to me, igniting me wolfways upon my needed necessity to give mercy and protect with the fangs of God.

MIRIAM
So, it is possible?

BUCK
Catholicism knows--God is a mystery.  Approach Him by mere mathematics and without reverence; next, get ready for resistance.  Anyway, we should attend Mass today.  Imbibe the Body and Blood of Christ--the transubstantiation.  If the Priest is obedient--it happens.  If not, at least it's totally symbolic.  You never know.  God is a mystery, but He is a real mystery.

MIRIAM
Then what?

BUCK
Grab some beef jerky and green tea.  Come back here, our home, and watch television, like Dancing with the Stars.  Doug Flutie is dancing tonight--and he has agile feet.

MIRIAM
I just talked to that whatever, Holy Spirit thing about Doug Flutie.

BUCK
I'm just messing with you.  Miriam, you know, us werewolves, and all canines have telepathy.

MIRIAM
Darn you Buck.  Why does everything in life make me want to smoke a cigarette?

BUCK
Because you don't do wax on/wax off--you need Mr. Miyagi.   

HOLE/COURTNEYLOVE HUNGRY LIKE A WOLF

Existence Womb (79)

   
   "Existence Womb (79)"
    
   Miriam awoke during Buck's Catholic werewolf snores.  Yup, not hedonistic, purely wanting sex and murder, but fueled by the Holy Spirit, trumping the bravado of modern Lycanthropy as suggested by pop-culture; however, Einstein knows:  All things be RELATIVE BOY; plus, awakening into the LIGHT is like a little boy in a library seeing books, knowing someone wrote them, checking out one on atom, thinking it Adam, a man, yet beyond comprehension, save for the Divine Mystic, whatever; indeed, all things are relative, and Miriam knew her Buck was kind, decent, and full of mercy, yet sacrifice as well.  She went out into the Arkansas morning, greeted by the waning Moon, knowing it was the culmination of iniquitous things, and a female appeared to her, possibly:  The Holy Spirit Herself.  

MIRIAM
You are engaging and beautiful!

WHATEVER
Sophia and the number 7.  Quite strange.  Saint Jerome campaigned for the celibacy of the Holy Priest.  Got his mind off of dancing women by learning the Hebrew language--completely self taught, mostly.  Forged the Vulgate.  Yet did this Latin castrate the pudendum of the Holy Spirit?

MIRIAM
What do I know.  My Mom liked Doug Flutie though.  He wore the number 7 for the Bills.  Was gorgeous in my opinion, a bit female-like.  Lightweight, crafty, and then they invented the spy--the Big Tuna did.

WHATEVER
I AM wisdom.  A thing in action.  First, as Solomon knew:  Fear God--the beginning; next, know God and do His Will--that is wisdom.  Too, a white coyote can shift anytime.  Can unmask.  Can be anything.  America is great, or was.  I AM the SPIRIT of 1776.  I gave to ALL people.  But what do they give Me?  Christ said adultery can even be thinking about a woman.  Think about Me.  Energy with Me.  Then, there is no sin.  Is carnal activity not worse than narcotics driving King David to further promote his love for God?  Unlearn the gravity of modern education, which enslaves stupid man.  Go beyond the possibility of gravity, unto Me; into Me.  I AM God's Synergy, together with the Divine Christ.  It ALL has been written.

MIRIAM
I think I really need a cigarette about now.   

Existence Womb (78)

   
   "Existence Womb (78)"
   
   Buck took Miriam back to their modest studio apartment thingamajig over the garage in a SS Chevelle from the late 60's powered by the always true 350 motor.  He had worked his way into buying it off a sublime cooter with a singular addiction to Kodiak mint snuff.  The twosome were tired, Miriam more so, and they each laid upon their humble futons, the lack of air-conditioning in the hot Arkansas summer bothering them not, as the Good Ghost ignited them with a cooling hue of icy blue.

MIRIAM
You ever think we'll have normal lives Buck?

BUCK
What is normal?  Two kids, a mortgage, jobs we hate, stress, and lack of unmasking the truth?

MIRIAM
I do think we have stress.

BUCK
Remember your coyote.  Negativity breeds more.  Focus on the white coyote.  Up first in Newfoundland, totally resistant to the harsh elements, and as playful as a Smurf armed with white magic.

MIRIAM
What's a Smurf?  Is it like one of them gnomes you can buy at Home Depot?

BUCK
Girl, you gotta get with Papa.  And not the pizza man or Smurf.  Look, even though the Trinity is, in a sense, singular, as Saint Patrick showed with the Shamrock, Papa is upon the throne, yet the love of all things magnanimous encompass Him.  And with all that sublimity in the heavens, we can have a paradise in our hearts if we stay focused and love our family.

MIRIAM
Are we family Buck?

BUCK
Of course.  Nothing is more loyal than a wolf, or dogs in general.  That is why Papa crafted them into existence.  Man's best friend--a furry gift of forever friendship.   

Yankee Blue, and we still don't get it

   
   "Yankee Blue, and we still don't get it"
   
   Faulkner knew about his people:  "Were they brave--yes!  Were they courageous--yes!  But they had no pity or mercy!"
   And then there was Yankee Blue, what an altruistic hue!  How many Yankee soldiers went to their deaths to free the slaves?  Do people still complain?  Hell, we all do.  Or is it confession?
   The werewolf, as metaphysical literature offers, speaks of Colonel Sherman and his "Scorched Earth" policies.  War is hell.  Live by the sword; die by the sword--a Messiah did proclaim.
   And about General Grant's drinking, nobody knows, even Sherman said of Grant:  "I don't understand him; moreover, I don't even think he understands himself."
   Next, Lincoln takes a bullet in the head.  All for FREEDOM!  
   What would the somewhat atheistic Voltaire say:  "To the living we owe respect; to the dead--only truth."
   Death is ignition.  Father, into Your hands I command My Spirit!!!
   And is Trump a racist?  Do you really know?  Is it time for the European Man to taste defeat after giving myriads of their own smeared gore?  Regardless, I'm still voting for Bernie.      
   "Salvation comes from the Jews."  That is what Christ told the Samaritan woman.
   This is no longer a Free Country.  Prisons filled with non-violent drug offenders.  Sodomized.  Do you feel better bub?  And DNA evidence can be planted.  Get smart stupid prosecutors.  Don't let crime outshine you.  
   Regardless, whatever is happening, a Virgin's foot on the adder 5,000 years ago (Genesis), before the other gods decided to use virgins, not as Holy as Her.
   Love God, with all your heart, soul, and might, or King David will kick your giant's ass in a fight. 
   Predestination in the American Nation.  Or perhaps the Native Americans and their knowledge of coyote wisdom:  "All is sacred; nothing is sacred."
   Go with God.  The One, True God!   
   But Reagan was RIGHT.  And there will come a time when we will all be brothers and sisters, doing the Will of God.  No longer will they control us.  Black, Red, White, Yellow, Blue--we will unite.  We will fight, and then:  Roll out the red carpet for God Almighty--we are ALL His children.   

William Blake--Mystic/Visionary

   
   "William Blake--Mystic/Visionary"
   
   You never know.  Only the One, True God knows the Truth.  Other people and their struggles--you cannot begin to comprehend.  Government or alien implants?  Possibly.  A family member investigated by the FBI in the illuminating 1960's, and it wends its weird way to the youngest--the seed of Jesse, perhaps; regardless, here are some William Blake quotes, a mere tradesmen, for he didn't attend the University of Phoenix and have a brain; specifically, dude had spirit.
   
"The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom...You never know what is enough until you know what is more than enough."

"The moral christian is the cause for the unbeliever and their laws."

"The fox condemns the trap, not himself."  

   Moreover, the father of lies is among us.  I see it all the time.  People put themselves first, forsaking love.  But greater love hath no man than to lay his life down for another.  These people aren't crazy, yet they are electric currents for the Spirit of God.   

Existence Womb (77)

   
   "Existence Womb (77)"
   
   Buck had taken Miriam to a local tavern in downtown Little Rock.  There, encompassed by tobacco chewing rednecks and sublime cooters filled with Tebow's Divine Protestantism, the liquor was flowing, and the twosome sat in the back, their backs to the wall, like Shane the cowboy--them always on the lookout for government spooks.  They enjoyed the tube that showcased the Razorback baseball season.  The indigenous Arkansas people calling them Hogs, going:  "Woo Pig Sooie--RAZORBACK!"
  
MIRIAM
This is really country, and freaking weird.

BUCK
What do they have here in Arkansas save the Hogs and the resonating memory of Bill Clinton's Achilles' heel concerning his raging testosterone?

   Then, a big-mouthed, drunken lady and her Baby Huey son approached, them wasted on whiskey and utter ignorance.  The large-mouthed woman glaring right at Miriam.

WOMAN
Little girl--I've noticed you've been chain-smoking.  Like I taught my son here--everything in moderation.

BUCK
What are you, a Buddhist?  And I know the physics of the Dao Symbol lady; plus, your son is drunk off his ass.  Get the splinter out of your eye before you try to get it out of another's.

MIRIAM
And maybe you shouldn't allow your Baby Huey son to drink so much big mouth.  So, go sit back down, throw up all night, and enjoy your ignorance.  Later on we'll give thanks to God, and pray that you are infused by the Holy Spirit.  Works better than whiskey, ya know.