Full Hunter's Moon/October, 2016

   
   "Full Hunter's Moon/October, 2016"
   
    Mostly known in North America as the Full Hunter's Moon, though sometimes referred to as the Sanguine or Blood Moon due to an orange or possibly even red glow, which is attributed to the elevation of rise in the later autumn atmosphere; regardless, the Full Hunter's Moon means something completely different.
   It is time for hunters to store up for winter.  But be cautious concerning hunting too many benevolent stag or any deer in particular, as these animals teach us about having a gentle demeanor, to be detective-like, and always possess within ourselves a keen sensitivity.
   Thus, knowing these facts about God's special animals, Celtic and Native American Tribes engaged in prayer for a holy hunt, giving their word that they would take no more than what was necessary to feed their families--gluttony has always been a nasty sin we've willed upon ourselves, or fed to us by nefarious others.  
   Just enjoy the Full Moon this October, and know that deer are merciful and protective symbols, showcasing an endearing attitude by only having the munchies concerning vegetation.  

National Poetry Day--October 6th, 2016

   
   "National Poetry Day--October 6th, 2016"
   
   I guess, to share, would be to offer the most read poet/bard of ALL time--King David.  Here's some heavy and healing theology, very mystical, from a man after God's own Heart; specifically, special pieces from PSALMS 103, the King James Version--yes, I'm Catholic, but I love the poetry of the King James Version.  So, here goes:

PSALMS 103

5)  Who satisfieth thy mouth with good things; so that thy youth is renewed like the eagle's.
9)  He will not always chide;  neither will He keep his anger forever.
13)  Like as a father pitieth his children, so the Lord pitieth them that fear Him.  
17)  But the mercy of the Lord is from everlasting to everlasting upon them that fear Him, and His Righteousness unto children's children.
22)  Bless the Lord, all His Works in all places of His Dominion;  bless the Lord, O my soul.  

Twain, Shakespeare, and Wittgenstein

   
   "Twain, Shakespeare, and Wittgenstein"
   
   Just a few bold quotes to better construct the introspective self; specifically, the soul:  both body and spirit, gelled everlasting.   
   
   "The human body is the best picture of the human soul."
   . . .  Ludwig Wittgenstein  . . .

   "Always tell the Truth.  That way, you don't have to remember what you said."
   . . .  Mark Twain  . . .

   "There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face."
   . . .  Shakespeare . . .  

The Lone Ranger: The Cross of Santo Domingo

   
   "The Lone Ranger:  The Cross of Santo Domingo"  
  
   Possible Arrival:  October 11th, 1956, and I saw it in blazing color.

   Writer/Screenplay Dude:  Tom Seller.
  
   The Lone Ranger, elegant and alive in Just-Law Blue; plus, with the whip of his pistols always alive, before the young ones got Indiana Jones, and I have him too.  Anyway, Tonto alongside the Lawman, as always, aglow with spiritual love of sublimity and heels gone silver--the altruistic twosome go after robbers of a mere Monk, armed with a jeweled cross that protects people down South.
   Anyway, the bad guys, one a jeweler, attempt to thieve away the gems and stone galore that adorn the mystical cross, yet Just-Law prevails over Unjust Law, and we see the red bandanna riding the weird of the wind.
   As strange as these masked men are, there's something to the style of a luminary.     

Scooby-Doo! The Mystery Begins

   
   "Scooby-Doo!  The Mystery Begins"
   
   Release Date ( I sometimes ponder):  September 13, 2009

   Scooby-Doo 3--what?  No way dog lovers and canine companions--you are hounds yourselves.
   This film cures and offers healing balm to the vertigo induced by watching the first two live-action films; on the contrary, for others--it might be sublime. like unto a truly joyous cinematic experience.
   This underground flick showcases how Scooby first encountered Shaggy; furthermore, crafts a web that spins the sublimity of Shaggy, in a stupid yet innocent way.  Yet, this so-called stupidity outshines the Gangs' mystery intellect, and along with a Puppy of Goofball Peace--there is no mystery that these two cannot sniff out, forever armed with a synergy of true love--like a dog and a man; moreover, you can say, as they do:  "Man's best friend."  But it's always more-than-nice to have other pals to watch your back as well.    

1987 Camaro IROC-Z

   
   "1987 Camaro IROC-Z"
   
   Not your garden-variety 1987 Camaro with an eight-cylinder--the average one armed with 305 cubic inches; on the contrary, I'm talking:  1987 Chevrolet Camaro IROC-Z (Big Time)!!!
   
Stats and Performance:

5 speed manual gearbox; plus, RWD.

349.8 Cubic Inches.

225 Horses.

Torque:  330 ft-lb.

0-60:  6.4 Seconds.

Quarter Mile:  14.9 Seconds.

Top Speed:  149 MPH.

   This was a beast in the day, forged to compete with the fiery and free Mustang GT.  

Saint Raphael's Sense Of Humor

   
   "Saint Raphael's Sense of Humor"
   
   One of the Divine Seven Who stands before the Throne of Him--GOD HEALS, being the physician of the Almighty, and totally armed with a sense of humor.
   Having Ulcerative Colitis is bad enough.  Generic doctors not knowing that you CAN bleed to death from this, needing a transfusion of less than ichor, as I did, seeing the life fluid evacuated on newspaper, like a dog as OCD instructs, but a gift--a true gift.
   And with healing balm does Saint Raphael cure as mentioned in certain mystical texts; moreover, having psoriasis in your anal cavity, not being able to sit due to pain; plus, A SINCERE ANAL ITCH, which drives you completely crackers, until a benevolent physician arrives, and instead of just simply probing the butt cheeks with a light, but tells you to bend over, and opens the anal cavity, saying:  "This is angry psoriasis dude!"
   Next, a balm prescribed, and what can you do but laugh?  Baby wipes, but moisture; next, fungal possibilities, and what can you do but laugh?  Remicade infusions for years, moving to Humira, not to mention low blood sugar, sleep paralysis, almost dropping over in grocery stores, and sanitizing everything compulsively, urinating in jars as toilets seem nefarious, coated in the pubic hairs of demons--but what can you do but laugh?  
   Just hang in there, protect your dogs, love your Mom, and Jesus' Mom, for even He would say:  "You can mention nasty stuff about Me, but don't you dare talk bad about My Mother."  Saint Gabriel came to Her, not Martin Luther--heck, even Nietzsche knew this in his possible apostasy, or brilliant madness.