Gentilly Girl- a part of the 99%

Alright, I survived Mardi Gras, and of course I didn’t have ashes rubbed into my forehead today. (Like any priest would bless me.) All through the day I kept feeling as if the Siamese was around me. It’s hard to lose a friend that meant so much.

Today some jerk sent me a weird email… seemed to hate me and my being, called me a bitch, and my answer was, “You have to grow where you are planted”. (“War For the Oaks”)

I have grown in the swampy soil of SE Looziana. My people have been here for over three centuries. I gave up everything, and gained even more by coming home. I have my Betty, and the damn catz… a home that is still not repaired, but I have friends here. Last night we were shown that we are treasured. We count.

What more can you ask for in Life?

I went through this back in ’02 when I moved back home: “You must prove yourself”. I think I’ve done more than that through the years. Yes, I can get screwed, but that’s the price of playing this strange game, but I will not back away from that stance. As mom said long ago, “Make your presence known”. I’ve done it.

My mother was a smart woman. She taught me restraint and planning. She also taught me how to plot a course.

Tonight I’m taking a break. (Have two things I’d like to hammer on.) I need to feed the catz, take out the garbage, and maybe give Betts a backrub.

Tomorrow is another day, and I’m going to be hammer and tongs on the pertinent issues, but tonight I will just go to sleep. I need to pet my babies, and Betts, and pick up Opal’s urn tomorrow. Being centered is primary right now.

Tonight I wish to crawl between the sheets, our blankies on top of us. The catz will be sleeping around us. (and hopefully Betts won’t be laying on top of me.) I wish to sleep and dream, and I haven’t really been able to do either for over 29 months since the Flood. I really need to have dreams. Peace is what I crave.

And BTW- for Lent, I gave up tolerance, just as I have for decades. I am a creature of habit. *grins*

Today we missed Rex. Missed all of them. For the Carnival season we only made the KdV. Opal was dying, the house must get finished, and Betts had to work. ‘Tis life Darlins’.

This evening we went by the Starlight, and yes.,.. parking karma was on our side. We parked directly across from the bar. (That was a feat from Hell.)

This year I decided NOT to get blitzed. Instead of going crazy, I wanted to watch what was going down. All I saw was good folks enjoying the day. My soul screamed in joy.
Mardi Gras: It’s a cultural thing.

I see the ghosts from the cemetaries…. they dance to the music. I dance with them… this is why I returned home. I had to be here… my ancestors called me to come home, and then there was the Flood.
This city is not a place you visit… you MUST live here. You must wander the streets in the fog and rainy weather. There is no other way you can learn about this place and Her believers. Have the Spanish moss hanging from the oaks brush your cheek. Hear the sounds of the ships on the river.
I’m a Witch and Priestess, yeppers, I’m the Pagan from Hell. I also understand the Catholic viewpoint on this. I “see” their souls. I “see” people that are not there. I see the Otherworld, but I’m a consecrated Priestess, and that’s my damn fucking job. It is part and parcel of what I am. It is part and parcel of living a real life.
There is some pain in this, but most of the spirits are are only about joy. They enjoy their freedom, and they love those who can get that poop. You can learn much by just having a conversation with them.
I should have died many times. but I still continue. I have witnessed scenes that would blow your minds, and yet I still continue. I have been beat and tortured, and I can still see a wonderful Future.

New Orleans, Her city and people, are everything to me. I understand the crime and ignorance… that I cannot change. But hope? Possibilities? Choices? I’m your freakin’ girl.

I “see” St. Joan looking at me, and I see the owls and the cats gathering: The time is coming: Power vs power. This is about Life over money.
I need 12 women (or copecetic men) to help form the cell.The need is for the love of our city and justice. To think about the ones to come and our children. For the Future of our kids and our way of Life. To love this place more than anything.To love New Orleans.
I’ve done this once before (and the boys wanted me gone since I wasn’t Gay). The energy of a collection of women is almost undefeatable. I can channel that energy.

Our city needs help, and we ain’t seeing crap. This is the only thing I can see for making a change. I can do some things, but I need support. (This is not Satanic crap… I shut down Antoine Le’Vey years ago.) This is not about Darkness, but the Power of Life. I’m willing to take the backlash. And there will be a backlash, but I can take it.

I’ll be the focus,and Goddess knows I can take the hits. (I am not a neophyte) I’m prepping for this. Hopefully we will be in our home by then, but I can protect the hovel.

I started this post about Mardi Gras, and now I’m putting my tush on the line.

Fuck it… if I have to go this alone, I’m up to it. I will be Freya, and I have a ton of catz.