Mama Ex! Jeez, I know, it's at the point now were I don't even care anymore but am addicted to reading ever more ghastly shit about the wrinkled old men who make decisions for the entire planet. I also think about what to do about it, but the ideas end up being too grandiose for practical application. Perhaps psychological attack from the realm of dreams or the astral plane would be a good vantage point to begin from, but I'd have to start practicing. Where is the goddess? She has never left, but I must remember that. And the Great ALL. I equally enjoy being mystified by our existence and behavior on this blue and green planet. Whatever betide, I wait for the rain, the fire, and the light. I will spread pot and poppy seeds everywhere, but not mine own. Love you right back, flapjack |