Abrahamic God--He took His own medicine

   
   "Abrahamic God--He took His own medicine"
   
   Like a wily coyote, thieving fire from the gods, creating life and old age; plus, DEATH--in order to teach man a lesson, that he should grow more humble yet strong, having greater clarity as he keeps his eyes focused upon death, always having IT before him, knowing:  he must live right, at least in old age, in order to inherit the benevolent Otherworld.  And now:  I thieve away from Bishop Sheen preaching in those more tame and domesticated years.  
   Of all the lesser gods created by the Divine Carpenter, the Master and Maker of Intelligent Design; specifically, the Abrahamic God--He took His own medicine, which was DEATH.  
   When we say the Litany of Saint Joseph, we pray the words:  "Solace of the wretched."
   Indeed, a true Prophet and Messiah are never appreciated in Their own time, yet time is totally relative.  All the lesser gods, like the Hellenistic deities, were perpetually playing pranks and doing sleazy Freudian shit, well, they're just fallen angels--in my opinion.  But the One, True  God, came as a poor man, chaste and hated--most likely an excommunicated Rabbi, as was Spinoza, the pantheist.  
   Anyway, so hated, that His own people chose a murderer to be set free instead of a healer, and yet He still proclaimed:  "Salvation comes from the Jews."  Loving us ALL, and knowing where He came from; moreover, His heritage.   
   He was hunted as a child, taunted, His Father mocked by rich men, and God is not to be mocked as it is written; next, He is arrested, forgives them; then, they beat the shit out of Him, probably losing teeth, and we are saved by His stripes, as Isaiah with the burned tongue mentioned; furthermore, the Psalmist mentioning that they will pierce Your hands and feet; also, gamble for Your garments, which came to pass centuries after their mystical knowledge.
   Yes, God made Himself man, and kicked the living shit out of Himself.  No lesser gods endured such honesty.  Only the One, True God--to know us and love us better.  And He was the metaphorical Son of David, a warrior with a whip, turning over tables, and unmasking the heretical and hellish hypocrites.  Good for Him.  Jesus is good.  Jesus is dead.  Jesus is risen.  Jesus is the super-symmetrical Face of God.  

God, Your Mama

Pitbull vs coyote. Coyote plays with pitbull.

Fox Biddable (3)

    
   "Fox Biddable (3)"
   
   Jenny McGee and her beauteous bouquet of champagne blonde was at the bowling alley with Healing Eagle, them at the bar--his mouth full of Wolf mint chaw, and her throwing back an ice cold lager.  She was confessing how she had become tricked by men in life, as the Fox Totem sometimes goes, and Healing Eagle presented her with a gift, a fox tooth necklace, which he got by way of finding the Vulpes vulpes roadkill, but blessed the animal with a Cherokee chant, and now due to animism, the fox tooth's energy would infuse Jenny's spirit with that of the fox, letting her know how to be super swift and aggressively agile; plus, blend into her Earthly environment without making waves that would attract larger predators.  Jenny put the necklace around her neck, tossing her champagne blonde upwards in super-model fashion, and all the Nashville cooter guys gave her a carnal glance, knowing she was scrumptious prey.  Next, the conversation sparked.

JENNY
Yeah, I'm so easily conned.  This one good-looking guy, years ago, and good-looking guys are either out to get some action or are victims of skanky women that want to dominate them; anyway, I didn't have my radar up concerning the sleazy atmosphere, having had too many vodka shots, and went home with this pretty boy.  The next day my panty hamster was crawling with little bugs.  I pulled one out and examined it under a magnifying glass, and it looked like a little crab--that asshole gave me crabs--I was itchy for a week before SELSUN BLUE shampoo drove them away, and to where, I don't know.

HEALING EAGLE
Always be aware as is the fox--one of its powers, giving it much potency to survive.  I had a white step-mother that stole my father, and after my father passed, all I got was a damn carton of his cigarettes, and he was a Chief, having lots of greenbacks in the bank.  I should've known a snake will bite one way or the other, or have read Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream, where the bard lets you know a step-mother always steals from her step-son; however, I got a lawyer, and he screwed her back, now I drive a Mustang armed with many horses under the hood.

JENNY
People are garbage.  Oh well, like Jack Kennedy said:  "Life is not fair."

HEALING EAGLE
Too much venom, not enough love--so make sure to love yourself.     

Riptide - Full Intro

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.