Female

22

Born 09/30/1987 --> 12.18.14.7.6
Daysign 6 Cimi (Death)
Tone 7 (Uuc), ruled by Cinteotl, God of Maize and Sustenance
dreamspell: 9 Ahau (Yellow Solar Sun)

Dear brothers and sisters
dear enemies and friends

Why are we all so alone here
All we need is a little more hope, a little more joy
All we need is a little more light, a little less weight, a little more freedom.
If we were an army, and if we believed that we were an army
And we believed that everyone was scared like little lost children in their grown up clothes and poses
So we ended up alone here floating through long wasted days, or great tribulations.
While everything felt wrong
Good words, strong words, words that could've moved mountains
Words that no one ever said
We were all waiting to hear those words and no one ever said them
And the tactics never hatched
And the plans were never mapped
And we all learned not to believe
And strange lonesome monsters loafed through the hills wondering why
And it is best to never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever wonder why
So tangle - oh tangle us up in bright red ribbons!
Let's have a parade
It's been so long since we had a parade, so let's have a parade!
Let's invite all our friends
And all our friends' friends!
Let's promenade down the boulevards with terrific pride and light in our eyes
Twelve feet tall and staggering
Sick with joy with the angels there and light in our eyes
Brothers and sisters, hope still waits in the wings like a bitter spinster
Impatient, lonely and shivering, waiting to build her glorious fires
It's because of our plans man; our beautiful ridiculous plans
Let's launch them like careening jetplanes
Let's crash all our planes in the river
Let's build strange and radiant machines at this jericho waiting to fall

Ooeeaha!!! The circus is always in town! ...fire bleeding from the hearts of runaway children questing for forbidden flavors. a woman with many relations-people to love, to teach, to speak up to with against- inanimate objects suddenly animate and communicating- and the trees, the birds, the wonders...and always the nonsensical mutterings of Burroughs in the background cut-up with interspersed bubbles and boils and divine epiphany. i am actively active in the activities i pursue and i pursue them with all the energy i have to give them. though somedays when the gas meter runs low and the finger labors to lift to push the metallic buttons on the keypad its a wonder- i think to myself- that the world goes on working the ways it does and everything doesn't just stop. thank god the world is full of hardworking bees to keep the clockwork orange ball rolling for the rest of us kinks in the machinery. still...i wish i could tell everyone that it's easy to fit through the eye of a needle when you understand that you are no thing. but ohahualoa chitsalquedafimd misque-communication is the rootata of so much pain! so i gotta drop my ego like i drop my luggage and run into the arms of the burning effigy-at home in the stars at home home in the stars at home in the stars.

A Libra practising the art of balance, a communicator using any tool necessary to connect and ripple out love, shifting shapes into mirror-masks reflecting the faceted truth. I move comfortably through darkness, embracing transformation and thriving on that moment that hangs between an ending and a new beginning.

Guided by Crow, Pidgeon, Orca, Goose

Love to you Grandfather, and love to you Bill. Thank you for all you've taught me. I hold you dear to my heart always.