Blogs by Gypsy Soul
The Paramour iz with in us all”
8/3/2006 1:49:59 PM
I know only to well what it is like to be Alice in wonderland, for I am still tumbling.
However, if you can pause to help a sister on your way, then perhaps all is not lost...
“You make the rules In your Kingdom
In your Kingdom
You are the Goddess of all Creations”
I Invoke Her
I Worship Her
Do You ? ? ?
For I AM The Goddess
For I AM God
If I AM THE GODDESS
If I AM GOD
I AM ONE
I AM not embracing the Christians Deity or their Pathetic Persecutions & Inquisitions idea of God rather internalising & accepting that the GOD force is with in ME.
FOR The Triple Goddess The Maiden, The Mother, The Crone
by the powers of three bestow & invoke me with her nurturing fragrance & Essence her eternal life force the ebb & flow of Mother Nature’s Universal Law caresses my Gypsy Soul.
In addition, I can Invoke & worship “MY Rites of Passage” my way of Life.
The way of the GODDESS & From her Earthly womb
She offers all that was & gives ALL that is
Sun, Moon, stars & the Easterly wind that brings dawn to the fresh summer leaves az to the ocean,where she waits with Alacrity to allow My Vicissitude, as she acknowledges my Temerity my Invocations, for i worship & pay daily homage to her for a Blessed, simple, humble daily existence.
“My earliest emotions are bound to the Earth & to the labours of the fields.
I find in the land a profound suggestion of poverty.
I Love poverty above all other things,not sorrid or famish’d poverty.
But poverty that is blessed,simple,humble like brown bread...
A Quote from sum Q.C.
An interesting analogy i came accross by S.C or other,mordantly He’s Benjamin Fraklin that’z for Sure,
When we mix together the ingredients for a cake, we begin by measuring the appropriate quantities of distinct and separate ingredients: flour, butter, eggs, sugar, milk. But somehow, when these are blended together in a particular order and baked at a particular temperature, we create an altogether different entity. The chemical composition of the ingredients has irrevocably changed; the cake smells, looks and tastes different from any single ingredient which we put into it at the outset; and through some magic which the chemist might explain but the cook usually does not comprehend, a transformation process has occurred which is nothing short of miraculous...
But alass ! not all are good . Bake’n what there Mumma gave Em !
& that’z Ok !
A Poem for today
Blessed Be ! ! !
01:14 Thursday 26th January, 2006.
You infidel Freaks You Cruz Tha Night
All a Round Tha Town
Wagons pull in & Circle round,The Big Top Up as they batten down in FRIGHT
Awaiting in fear News gets around Good Bye lost their Spankn Skuzzy CLOWN
Lost In a Neva Ending Mirror Maze Reflections every where of what you SOLD
Side Show Alley is Alive Dark,Windy always Insidiuosly Hot but for EVA Cold
Tickets Blownin with the rubbish & Dirt that’s why they call it Pan Handle Ally
From Booth 2 Booth they scurry to & fro pay’n to Be tak’n on a ride how boring tiz get’n rather OLD
THE show starts to close down rides no more they head inside to count & Tally
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