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.
You have my support!!! Brightest Blessings for a Bountiful Nola and may all her enemies be shown the exit!!!
Hugs!
I believe I can cast a circle on my apartment’s verandah w/o prying neighbor eyes…so will energies from TX help? New Orleans is my soul’s home so my intentions are purely NOLA!
Nola is an embodiment of The Goddess to me – life giver, life affirming and life taking…
Lemme know!
Elspeth
Comment by Elspeth R — February 6, 2008 @ 7:58 am
Darlin’, any and all thoughts, Blessings and energy will be of help here.
I just need to get back into our home. (This dump we have been living in has sooo very much bad energy.) I can’t work from this hovel.
I plan to start by the Equinox. I need to set the Wards, and that first requires me to stabilize both yards. Can’t have my equipment washing away in a rainstorm.
And as time and tasks permit, I’m going to start building the labyrinth in the side yard. And plant trees, and rebuild the water grotto, and fix the fences, and build walkways…
When you come to visit, the Treehouse will have an open door. (Must remember to buy a futon for the Game room. Poop!)
Comment by Morwen Madrigal — February 6, 2008 @ 4:35 pm
One day, I’m gonna go to the Starlight and watch you hold court.
Comment by ashley — February 6, 2008 @ 9:18 pm
Hey babe, I may have sent you some people who want to coordinate fundraising for NOLA, from another blog, Docudharma, I post on.
Be ready!
Luv ya,
D
Comment by Diane — February 6, 2008 @ 9:51 pm
Ashley, come on down, but it won’t be after midnight on the weekends: I hate Drag shows. (music is way too loud.)
Usually we take a table… the extra chairs rotate folks as we all just talk about Life. When I pull my pool cues out, the table is all I see.
Diane, thank you so very much Darlin’!
Comment by Morwen Madrigal — February 6, 2008 @ 10:54 pm