2023 MAY 23 Tuesday
"Blessed day by day be the Lord, who bears our burdens; God, who is our salvation.
God is a saving God for us; the LORD, my Lord, controls the passageways of death."
~ Psalms 68:20-21
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Monday, October 17, 2022
The chime candle today is red.
The bracelet of the day is The Chakra Bracelet and the oil is Isis.
Her oil consists of a blend of Spanish Verbena, Neroli, Rose, Blackspruce, Hyssop, and cherry blossom.
The chakra bracelet consists of nine colors of blessed yarn, ranging from the Soul Star Chakra right down to the Earth Star Chakra.
It is white for the soul star chakra, purple for the crown chakra, midnight blue for the third eye chakra, light blue for the throat, sage green for the heart, yellow for the solar plexus, orange for the sacral, red for the root, and brown for the earth star chakra.
The gemstone today is the RedTigers Eye.
The book is, Ancient Egyptian Book of the Dead.
The passageway is on page 163 it is passageway number 148 titled For Making Provision.
The Tarot card is The Lovers and The Fool from the Cosmic Deck.
The planet of the day is Earth and the Elohim is mind.
I made a video I will be posting.
If you are interested in any of my oils, bracelets, books, etc., please contact me.
Happy Sweetest Day
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Wandee Goodday enthusiasts!
There is an official trial reading of the english translation available on Wattpad, just intro and the first 3 chapters.
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i. my brother calls for the 3rd time today. nobody i know has been sleeping well. we are all worried about prion disease. he and i discuss the book we've been reading. when we were kids, he and i used to spend hours playing video games - but i can't do that anymore. it gives me anxiety.
ii. so i make a joke that god accidentally siphoned me into a slurpie. he spat me back out onto the pavement, so i could glisten under the sun in a pink froth. something about a life ruined next to an oil slick. i think if you were born in the 90's you deserve financial compensation. other kids don't understand: it really was a different world we grew up in.
iii. i am ever-more convinced that when you raise children on an endless supply of the apocalypse, the only next step for them is to turn and swallow the sun.
vi. i think there is a way to be brave like a rabid dog. i think there is a way to be brave like shark teeth. like gun-goes-off. i think there is a way to take the mistake and shove it into a gift box and say - it's mine, so it's home. and if it's not home, fine. i'll make it something.
v. okay. okay. stand up for a second. no, i haven't slept either. we're not gonna get any sleep tonight neither.
vi. don't you get it? he calls me and talks about the book because we read books together instead now. don't you get it? i wanted to be a spilled drink so i could be sweet & messy. don't you get it? i am going to coat the throat of every person who is singing. i am going to rush out over this world like lighting. i am here because of the things that could-not-kill me, because of the things i wouldn't let touch me.
vii. don't you get it? jack london says i'd rather be ashes than dust. i am sinking my teeth into a life like a fire. no one from this generation is doing fine. but we are here and it's sometimes half-hearted but. i think love made a jump somewhere in there and twisted her ankle and since then we're all just-about-to-get-up. since then we've been dragging our run.
viii. so get up. be alive like a coke can bursting. be alive like a cracked sundial. like sword on the back. be alive like the multitudes you contain are all talking, are all humming, are about to start unionizing. be alive in the way your parents would hate, alive like a bruise. alive like a stain.
ix. where there isn't a bed, find rest anyway. where there isn't time to be okay, do well-enough. god left you as a spaghetti noodle on the other side of wasteland. all raw-skin and panting. you had to go out and hunt down peace until you could clasp it in your bare hands, shiny and buzzing. you made good and kind out of your own temperance and bone. you shaped it from red mud and the heads of barbie dolls. you found a way through the gristle. you found a way home.
x. little grinch child, scarab beetle, precious thing. tell the always-ending world: that which you give me. i keep surviving.
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Bengal Court, City of London
The City of London has many narrow secret passageways. This one, Bengal Court, leads to the George and Vulture pub where Charles Dickens apparently used to drink
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