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Fox Biddable (4)

   
   "Fox Biddable (4)"
   
   Healing Eagle was piloting his eggshell-white Mustang with Jenny McGee throwing back a cold one, harming no souls, as she innocently sat in the passenger seat, the icy lager in her left hand, a pair of Walgreen's bought scissors in her right--screw the open container law in Tennessee, for some laws are unjust, and made to be broken.
   The Nashville lights illuminated, with neon shine mind you, a Mustang's free passage through a nocturnal city, and Jenny was cutting all her hair off, knowing she would be hated less, making herself like unto a lesbian, in aesthetics only, without metaphorically, in a sexual sense, having a flaming instinct to give it to anybody up the tailbone.  She was as innocent as a dove, with a slight buzz, and Healing Eagle was well pleased with her decision to shape-shift, camouflaging her beauty with a boy's sterner countenance, in order to survive the glares of lust and envy.  She would become like unto a mad monk, humiliating her own beauty, before the jealousy of serpents attempted to slither into her mind's eye.  She would hide in the shadow of a modest forest, yet so enchanted by a loyal pack and family from the Otherworld.
   Healing Eagle said, turning down the opera on the radio:  "The Pope has the privilege of lecturing America, for he castrates himself, allegorically, yet still makes his own love--the secret of celibacy, without the pungent vice of bacterial infection, while the preacher man does carnal gymnastics with his moll-like wife screwing the openly sexual Deacon at the same time.  To be as Christ, you have to live as Christ, turning your back on the world that hates you, taking the path less traveled, while the fools have treasures that rust doth destroy, not knowing, where your heart is, so is your treasure, and why not go for eternity instead of a life span that is over in the blink of an eye.  Truly, the Brass Ring is God Himself, not some inflated bimbo with good tits, like the Whore of Babylon."
   Jenny was like:  "You have plenty of foul in your mouth for a healer and teacher."
   Healing Eagle responded:  "I voted for Nixon back in the day.  He liked to drop the F Bomb.  At least I know what I'm guilty of, and my tongue is not forked."
   Jenny glimpsed her man-like reflection in the Sun visor mirror underneath the Nashville electricity; next, said:  "Joan of Arc has got nothing on me now."
   Healing Eagle reminded:  "Don't get cocky yet.  Your fight is just beginning--as of now, you are only in the state of preparation for war, like a boy scout with a molesting troop leader; indeed, always be prepared for snakes in life.  And all members of the Canidae culture loathe slithering slicksters."   

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.  

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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.     

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