A most excellent guest post.....from my Mom

                                                            Orion

                                                Long long ago

                                                When heaven was newly made

                                                God had a plan

                                                I will gather the stars 

                                                I will make Orion

                                                He will have a penis

                                                Orion will create the earth.

                                                His penis spouted oceans

                                                And his seed made a flower garden

                                                And Adam and Eve.              

                                                And the begetting began

                                                And God was pleased

                                               

                                                One night in winter   

                                                Priest was contemplating the heavens

                                                “Behold!”  Abomination!” spoke priest.

                                                Handmaidens were ordered to sew underpants

                                                Orion was high in his heaven.  Too high

                                                So Michaelangelo’s David had to wear the underpants

                                                Priest said “Behold, Orion has no penis.”

                                                “We gave him a knife.”

                                                “No more abomination”.

                                                (In later years this is known as the Renaissance)

                                                and God was not pleased.

                                                For many years no rain fell.

                                                Oceans dried, fish died.

                                                No seeds fell to the parched earth.

                                                (in 1931 they called it the Dust Bowl)

                                                Seek ye Orion and the seven stars

                                                On a fine February night

                                                He has no knife.

                                                He will plant your garden

                                                God will be pleased.

Doreen Lindstedt testifies!

                                               

                                               

                                                

Holy Trinity of abominations

In order for  life to proceed on this earth, 3 basic things are vitally needed:

1. Shit
2.  Fucking
3.  Death

Nice people dont talk about any of the three.
Most people avoid any thoughts of the three...(except fucking. Everyone THINKS about fucking. They just dont talk about it.)

I think we should erect chapels, and shrines to the Real holy trinity.

Dead things become resurrected into live things through the admixture of byproducts of metabolism (shit)    , by means of biological reproduction (fucking). There s your eternal life. World without end , Amen, made possible by the holy trinity of shit, fucking, and death.

I'm planning for this year's garden.
Last years dead annuals have laid in my soil, being consumed, and shit out  by  microorganisms , who fuck without ceasing. The plants having fucked, have produced seeds as their last mortal act.
I'm going to plant these, and cover them generously with shit...fermented, composted shit, in which occurs dizzying incidences of  shitting, fucking and death.

Heres a link to a blog post about how I plant to use the media of the trinity to make a garden:http://smoulderingsuck.blogspot.com/

Coatlicue Part 2: She has many faces.

Coatlicue was not always a dark god.

She was once bright, and cute and pastelly , and innocent. She looked a lot like this :

http://www.excerptsofinri.com/images/our_lady_of_guadalupe.jpg

She was innocent and chaste, and shiny. 

She was known for her goodness , purity, and abstinence, She gave birth as a virgin to a hybrid man/ god.

The unusual conception occurred when pious  Coatlicue was obediently sweeping the temple.

 A bundle of hummingbird feathers  was dislodged by her broom, and drifted up in between her virtuous legs. 

Nine months later, a virgin  Coatlicue gave birth to Quetzalcoatl, feathered snake, sort of a God, and sort of a man. (In Aztec  belief,and my belief as well, beings can be more than one thing at one time.  Check this out for graphic representation of the idea :
http://www.luckymojo.com/manopoderosa.gif 

Events subsequent to the virgin birth of her  feathered snake  turn that good girl into a dark devouring claw-footed snake-headed monster, and elevated Coatlicue from  pretty little  temple-sweeper to one big powerful diety. 
Stay tuned for part 3, in which Coatlicue gets MAD!

Coatlicue (part1)

Coatlicue (Kwat-LEE-kay)  . She's a dark one.

Coatlicue means "she wears snakes"

She is also known as Toci (Our Grandmother) , and Teteoinan (Mother of Gods) , and  Cihuacoatl  (Our Lady of the serpent).

Coatlicue  is represented  wearing a skirt of rattlesnakes and a necklace  of human hearts, hands and skulls.  These are the remains of her  children, who she has devoured.

 She has claws on her feet, for digging graves. 

She has 2  rattlesnake heads arising from her neck, and smaller snake heads arising from her shoulders. Her flaccid breasts sag, from centuries of maternal nurturing. (Yes. She nurtures AND destroys.... Make no mistake everything born will have an end.)

Her massive image,  in  Stone was uncovered  in 1790, by one Antonio de León y Gama , during excavation on the Main  Plaza of Mexico City.

The stone is nearly 9 feet tall, and nearly writhes with basalt snakes.

The European conquerors who first dug her up, regarded the statue as an appalling and dreadful monster , but the children of the Mexica  recognized her.

 Indigenous people greeted the newly excavated Goddess by lavishing her with candles and flowers. They burned incense. They sang songs.

The Europeans, followers of a pastel colored religion that pretends there is no death ,  wasted no time re-burying  the fearsome and repellent monument. They re-interred Coatlicue where she could not be seen. They built a massive patio over her, so that denizens of the surface of Earth would no longer be disturbed by so grisly a statue, and by the inevitable end to mortality she promised.

And in the ground she stayed....for 13 years, until curious anthropologists dug her up again..., briefly.  Upon viewing her loathsome visage, they immediately re-buried her yet again. 

The statue of Coatlicue was dug up again in 1823.

A cast image of the stone was sent to London where it was publicly displayed to thousands of  English Ladies and Gentleman.

The English (followers of the palest of pastel gods)  came to no quantifiable harm from viewing Coatlicue's horrid visage.

The great stone of Coatlicue has been allowed to remain on the Earths'surface , in full view.....for now.

She resides in the National Museum of Archaeology in Mexico City.

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More about Coatlicue later.  She is complicated.

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JESUS RETURNS!!!! (dies cold and alone in Moscow Idaho)

 For I was  hungry, and ye gave me no meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me no drink:

 I was a stranger, and ye took me not in: naked, and ye clothed me not: sick, and in prison, and ye visited me not.

 Then shall they also answer him, saying, Lord, when saw we thee an hungry, or thirsty, or a stranger, or naked, or sick, or in prison, and did not minister unto thee?

 Then  he answered them, saying, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye did it not to one of the least of my brothers, ye did it not to me.

Matthew 25, 42-46

Heres the story:

http://www.oregonlive.com/pacific-northwest-news/index.ssf/2013/01/university_of_idaho_student_li.html

Tiger

I had occasion to meet a Tiger.

A large Siberian kind.
Amur.
It was love at first sight.

He was born in captivity, but he was not domestic. Not anything like domestic.
When I met him , he was un-caged. He needed no cage anymore. A fatal dose of phenobarbitol had only 30 minutes before, stopped his large heart.  He was still very warm, and very soft, and looked like most of the life was still in him, though his un-caged tiger soul hovered just above, looking around the room, for another gig.

I asked him to come in.
My thorax is hollow and could use a Tiger's soul.  Theres plenty of room in there, if the tiger doesn't mind the company of a few snakes.

A year or so past, one of the Amur Tigers at the Boise zoo (Yes. It was this very Tiger) came out of his enclosure and wrapped his huge Catchers' mitt paws around a woman's leg, and began to aim his very large teeth at an especially soft spot.
There was a policeman, and a gun. Shots were fired. There was confusion, and loud noises. The tiger retreated back into his enclosure. The woman was treated at a local hospital for her injuries, which, were principally from a gunshot wound to her leg.
Everyone survived the day.



Tiger, I love you, and I wouldn't mind sharing souls.
If you were still living, I might like to have made love to you.
Not really. It would not be right. Issues of consent come up , and besides, I dont want to make love to anyone.
But I would WANT to want to make love to you.

Please be with me , always.
Like Jesus, only tigers are real.

And,edited to add this : Tiger feet smell exactly like dog's feet.

Solstice : Its the reason for the season

During the darkest day of the year, the Aztecs used to remove a beating heart from a strong and vigorous person, and ,commend this sacrifice  to entice the sun to reverse its course and begin to shine upon the world again.

Our sun is not so demanding. Our sun only requires that time flows. There is no time without change. And there is no change without ...CHANGE.
We grow older. (We lose our youth.)
Relationships wax and wane..
Dear ones depart this world.
We lose our parents.
We lose our dogs.
Our babies grow up.

Sacrifices are extracted from us.
Chunks of our beating hearts, ceded to time,
So that the sun will slowly return.
And it will, because time has extracted its due.
Tomorrow, the sun is newborn.
When you are in the dark, Light becomes astonishing.

Midwinter.
The seeds of Spring and Summer are in the soil. There will be flowers!
New babies.
New puppies.

Bring it!