Open Letter to the Pope
>I have friends who will not play games of any sort with me because if I start winning they think I am "cheating" (Gods help me if I roll 4 nat 20's in a D&D game,you'd think I was playing with
loaded dice the way everyone acts HA!). I just usually play with others that I know who have the ability so I dont get accused of anything.
I find, in literati, some days better than others for influencing outcomes; some days, like yesterday, I just feel completely unmagical, so I have a bit of literati self-respect to recover today... ;-P
>It looks like others have covered the possibilities here pretty
>comprehensively but on the outside chance that you're looking for a
>uniquely modern guise of the Lady of the Sea, check out references to
>the Blue Lady in this article:
"The demons' gateways from Hell include abandoned refrigerators, mirrors, Ghost Town (the nickname shelter children have for a cemetery somewhere in Dade County), and Jeep Cherokees with "black windows.""
Yikes, did someone say mirrors, Z? ;-P
"One demon is feared even by Satan. In Miami shelters, children know her by two names: Bloody Mary and La Llorona (the Crying Woman). She weeps blood or black tears from ghoulish empty sockets and feeds on children's terror. When a child is killed accidentally in gang crossfire or is murdered, she croons with joy."
Bloody Mary has a point, callous as it sounds: she "croons with joy" at the release of these, in fact, luckier children from one hell of a life ;-P
"The homeless children's chief ally is a beautiful angel they have nicknamed the Blue Lady. She has pale blue skin and lives in the ocean, but she is hobbled by a spell. "The demons made it so she only has power if you know her secret name," says Andre, whose mother has been through three rehabilitation programs for crack addiction. "If you and your friends on a corner on a street when a car comes shooting bullets and only one child yells out her true name, all will be safe. Even if bullets tearing your skin, the Blue Lady makes them fall on the ground. She can talk to us, even without her name. She says: 'Hold on.'""
We have got to find out her true name, and free the Blue Lady, Z: kind of reminds me of in The Never Ending Story, where Bastian had to name the Empress, and he gave her the name of his mother (a tad Freudian, there!)... but I could never catch that name, no matter how many times I watched it, with and without my son, because he called it into the wind, and the wind just snatched it away ;-P
"A blond six-year-old with a bruise above his eye, swollen huge as a ruby egg and laced with black stitches, nods his head in affirmation. "I've seen her," he murmurs. A rustle of whispered Me toos ripples through the small circle of initiates."
Hmm, initiates, indeed ;-))
"For these children, lasting bonds of friendship are impossible; nothing is permanent."
That seems the nature of reality anyway, for anyone (ask the Buddha!). These children have a unique opportunity to learn samsara up close and personal, so to speak, and therefore I think even Jesus would call them blessed (in one of his more "beatific" moments) ;-))
"What these determined children do is snatch dark and bright fragments of Halloween fables, TV news, and candy-colored Bible-story leaflets from street-corner preachers, and like birds building a nest from scraps, weave their own myths. The "secret stories" are carefully guarded knowledge, never shared with older siblings or parents for fear of being ridiculed -- or spanked for blasphemy. But their accounts of an exiled God who cannot or will not respond to human pleas as his angels wage war with Hell is, to shelter children, a plausible explanation for having no safe home, and one that engages them in an epic clash."
These children seem more adept chaos initiates than I; in the midst of their songs of innocence, they also learn tough, gnostic songs of experience along the way (see also William Blake!) ;-))
"An astute folklorist can see traces of old legends in all new inventions. For example, Yemana, a Santeria ocean goddess, resembles the Blue Lady; she is compassionate and robed in blue, though she is portrayed with white or tan skin in her worshippers' shrines. And in the Eighties, folklorists noted references to an evil Bloody Mary -- or La Llorona, as children of Mexican migrant workers first named her -- among children of all races and economic classes. Celtic tales of revenants, visitors from the land of the dead sent to console or warn, arrived in America centuries ago. While those myths may have had some influence on shelter folklore, the tales homeless children create among themselves are novel and elaborately detailed. And they are a striking example of "polygenesis," the folklorist's term for the simultaneous appearance of vivid, similar tales in far-flung locales."
Hehe, maybe now we do know her true name ;-))
"God didn't just flee from the demons, he went crazy with grief over who led them. Bloody Mary, some homeless children say the spirits have told them, was Jesus Christ's mother.
"No one believe us! But it's true! It's true!" cries Andre at the Salvation Army shelter on NW 38th Street. "It mean there's no one left in the sky watching us but demons." His friends sitting on the shelter patio chime in with Bloody Mary sightings: She flew shrieking over Charles Drew Elementary School. She stalks through Little Haiti, invisible to police cars. "I know a boy who learned to sleep with his eyes open, but she burned through a shelter wall to get him!" a seven-year-old boy says. "When the people found him, he was all red with blood. Don't matter if you're good, don't matter if you're smart. You got to be careful! If she see you, she can hunt you forever. She's in Miami! And she knows our face."
Maybe I should have blogged this more appropriately on Bjorn Erik's blog: he still loves the "Virgin Mary", by the way ;-))
>compound where the shows are taped and Pat Robertson's divinity
>college is (Norfolk/Virginia Beach area) and I can say from personal
>experience that the place is SPOOKY.
Lol! What did you expect? ;-))
> I applied for a job there once
>to get past the guards, look around and talk to some folks. Ever seen
>that vacant look that fully indoctrinated Scientologists get? Same
>thing on these people.
Mind you, that could amount to projection; a born again Christian also accused his former eastern guru and devotees of having the same "empty gaze" ...lol
And why should we call a vacant or look spooky anyway? Masters everywhere seem to represent "sky" (i.e. vacancy) as opposed to "clouds" (of everyday emotions and preoccupations); the trick seems to find that "sky" vacancy in yourself, i.e. your own "inner guru", and then you don't need "masters" or "gurus", Z. People looking for messiahs "coming on the clouds of heaven", so to speak, i.e. fundies of all persuasions, and that applies to Jewish, Muslim, Hindu and Buddhist fundies as well, miss the point: we have to create a "buddafield" of consciousness, not look for a buddha coming from without; that seems the inner meaning of the idea of Maitreya? ;-))
Don't mind if I just ramble on to myself, for a bit; nobody has responded to my posts lately, anyway, so I will just blog this (another way of talking to yourself: the loneliness of the long-distance blogger, and I did post something of interest to Oregonians at least this week too... Oh, well, "the higher they fly, the fewer", my sainted grandfather would say *sigh*)