Fox Biddable (2)

   "Fox Biddable (2)"
   
   And Healing Eagle told Jenny McGee:  "And the light shineth in darkness; and the darkness comprehend it not."
   The twosome were sitting on Jenny's futon in the mid-grade suburbs, always sprawling, and her Dad was drunk upstairs, watching NASCAR, giggling goofy-ways over Ricky Bobby's WONDER BREAD car, that probably produced near 600 horses.
   Jenny asked Healing Eagle:  "What is the light?"
   Healing Eagle's crow's feet crinkled as he smiled and took a drag on his organic cigarette, making the cherry glow a brilliant blue/red.  And he answered, saying:  "There are four kinds of light, but the fourth is all that you need to know--the light of Christ.  Once He resides within you, all is possible, and nothing is impossible, for He will become the vine, and you His branch."
   Jenny did a redneck/valley girl scratch of her champagne blonde, asking:  "What does this have to do with foxes?"
   "Your animal guide you never choose--it chooses you.  And unlike Herod, you are not a bad fox, but must proclaim--Blessed is He Who comes in the Name of the Lord.  You see sister, animism is true.  And Christ is the Author of Life.  Everything vibrates on a certain frequency, and your fox wants you to be cunning, but only if you can balance it with kindness.  Cunning alone is nastily nefarious.  You must deny your awkwardness, and walk on four paws, having a better grip of the Earth.  With Christ in you, no matter how small your animal guide is, you can outshine any adversary."
   Jenny was like:  "Is this a whole werefox thing?  Like in manga?"
   Healing Eagle laughed.  "No, this is the essence of you, and what you can become, no matter how chaste or impoverished, knowing God will provide with other branches that produce good fruit."
   Jenny giggled, not getting it, yet could feel an agility of wisdom approaching. 
   Next, Healing Eagle said:  "Now, let us take our sorry asses to Church."    

Fox Biddable (1)

   
   "Fox Biddable (1)"
   
   Jenny McGee was a loner approaching her fortieth year; plus, a bartender at a local beer and shots bar in Nashville.  She lived with her Dad, and she had no kids; however, plenty of sexual stress.
   Jenny was basically, well, a fox.  Only near five foot tall, lean, tan, champagne blonde, and had Saint Raphael's garnet green eyes that were vividly vibrant; as a result, she was tricked way more than plenty.  Foxes aren't always the trickster.  In the Japanese language, a kitsune can be a trickster, but a zenko is a good fox; furthermore, the Native Americans knew that the Fox Totem could mean people were tricking you into doing things that you didn't want to do, and that the spirit of the wise fox should keep a sense of humor, blend in at times, and learn to maneuver around their obstacles with determined dexterity.  
    Guys had been tricking Jenny since she was twelve and had blossomed into pure, peaches and cream Barbie doll beauty; moreover, when she hit adulthood, it got worse.  One guy offered her a ride home, and once in the car, he locked the doors automatically and showed her a sinister smile; next, took out his jubilant junk, which Jenny smacked with her metaphorical paw and escaped.  Too, once a guy brought her drunk Dad home, and laid him on the couch; then, said they should fool around, for her Dad was too drunk to know what would be going on.  Jenny pepper-sprayed him out the freaking door.  She had some redneck in her too, and never had called a cop a day in her life, but the guys were sleazy, and the sleaze was everywhere; thus, she needed to outfox her pernicious predators that had selfishly pounced on her for protracted periods.
   She began reading books on the shinobi (ninja), and learning the parables of Christ; also, bought a five inch blade and carried it in her pocket.  But it wasn't until she met a Native American guy named Healing Eagle that she got the gist of who she was, and what she could become--Healing Eagle telling her the words of the visionary poet Blake:  "The fox condemns the trap, not himself."
   Jenny liked Healing Eagle, and he had no lust for her, being an older man, and holy teacher--it was his divine duty to make people shift into their natural forms, healing them with right flight.  
  

Luke's Lightsaber Training

Rosary: Luminous Mysteries

   
   "Rosary:  Luminous Mysteries"
   
   When we pray the Holy Rosary, every bead is like a cannonball, especially if we get deep into the Holy Mysteries through mystical meditation.  Thursdays are great, for it's the day of the Luminous Mysteries--Mysteries contemplated upon least of the week, yet still theologically imperative.  Here they are:

1.)  The Baptism Of The Lord--remembering God's Words:  "This is My Son, in Whom I am well pleased."

2.)  The Wedding Of Cana--Mary turns to Jesus, saying:  "They have no wine."

3.)  The Proclamation Of The Kingdom--being reminded to make ourselves like unto little children, trusting in our Father.

4.)  The Transfiguration--Jesus is immaculately illuminated in a brilliant white shine, stating:  "I have not come to destroy the Law or the Prophets, but fulfill them."

5.)  The Institution Of The Eucharist--Christ saying:  "This cup is the new covenant in My Blood, shed for you."   

Cowboy -Angel Mary

Tax Legal Marijuana, and Pay for Health Care

   
   "Tax Legal Marijuana, and Pay for Health Care"
    
   King David's words:  "Herb for the service of man."  His son Solomon and himself were importing tons of herb-derived medications.  Israel has the most strains of beneficial, medical marijuana.  Ask any modern Talmudic scholar about the herb.
   You can't overdose; moreover, it removes plaque from the brain in patients with neurological problems, cures ulcerative colitis, oral thrush, assists in cancers, and there's no abuse, because you can only get so high.  And get a real Drug Czar--one that explains how to use it without acting a fool.
   The money made could fund a modern health care plan, but that would be too easy for our government.  Call it a sin tax if you want.  
   And the only reason marijuana is considered a gateway drug is because due to it's illegality, it puts you in the atmosphere of thugs with deadly shit.
   If I had medical marijuana, I could stop taking a plethora of pills daily, and evacuate my bowels on the toilet instead of pooping on newspaper like I'm a dog.  Yeah, I have Lycanthropy, so what.  It would cure that too. 
   Abe Lincoln:  "Prohibition goes against everything this country stands for--it makes people criminals who are not criminals."   

What's going on?

   
   "What's going on?"
   
   Everybody knows about the Truth, unless you're addicted to Internet porn, GAME OF BONES, and careerism.  MKUltra, historical cover-ups, aliens being synonymous with angels (The Celestial Hierarchy), that literary work crafted by Dionysius the Pseudo-Aeropagite.  But we're not supposed to talk about it.  The adversary hates when we talk about it.
   So we should continue on our path towards trans-humanism that Philip K. Dick prophesied, the EMFs further melting our brains, allegorically.  
   But mini-skirts and cotton candy porn only conceals so long, before the Son of Man descends from the clouds of heaven.  But be cautious and know your historical texts as to what is really going on; furthermore, every spirit should be tested as the New Testament clearly explains.  But do not put God to that test.  
   Yeah, I like Scooby-Doo, honor the Virgin Mary, and watch Westerns; plus, a little bit of country music here and there.  Just pray.  For this one can only be driven out by prayer, as Christ explained of the young man.