So basically, i've made my peace with always being watched. it sort of makes everything more dramatic to know you've always got an audience. Because i work magic on an international scale that includes a lot of weather working in the midwest, i am quite sure many people know what i do and where i am. i know for a fact that the Native American nation keeps tabs on me. I am certain the NSA, CIA, FBI and DEA are up my ass all the time. the regular cops follow me around. old white guy, freemason spies sometimes follow my husband and i when we go out. my computer and email are often blatantly messed with and i even have reason to believe new world order agents have stolen money and belongings from me. it may seem insane, but at the highest levels of power, everyone is a magic-user and a young, powerful, smart, beautiful, descendant of an empire who is well-educated and well-bred but totally insane and anti-establishment is definitely going to rock a few boats and raise a few eyebrows.
I do this thing where i secretly reach out to people. i write notes and leave them out in public or gifts on peoples' doorsteps. recently i've been fascinated by muslims, or rather this muslim family in my neighborhood. There really seem pretty normal but different. They have a blue house and a lovely rose bush with a tendril that grows around the corner of their house to their backyard. They often leave rugs and clothes and blankets draped in their backyard. their women wear head-scarfs. they have a minivan. around the corner is a muslim community center with a large minaret. a few days ago, before mabon, i was delivering gifts to my neighbors secretly to build up good energy for my protection spell. in the middle of the night i put a book of arabic poems i stole from my university in their open car window. my old school used to buy books all the time to pad its library. i would take beautiful books that had never been checked out after following the holy spirit on a chase to find the perfect tome. one was this amazing blue, snake-skin book of arabic poems with these beautiful, wild illustrations. i have studied art all my life, japanese, egyptian, croatian, german, uh-merican all of it, and these illustrations stirred my soul in a way much of "western art" never did. so i took the book and loved it for years. before i released it to my muslim neighbors, i cut out one single page and put it on my wall in my studio. then i stole away in the night to deliver it to my muslim friends.
Besides my fascination with these beautiful, delicate, almost fragile people, my intention was somewhat more than just friendly. i am not entirely sure what is happening in the middle east, but i wanted the global muslim community to know that i care. i have had many jewish friends/boyfriends and i love them, but their judaism, like many people's christianity, was, in part, something i had to get past to get to who they were. like islam may be to some people. but the fact is, i feel terrible for palestine (and the arab spring and egypt and syria). not only was their land just taken from them and given to the jews, their dominion over their own natural resources was/is violated and their economies are dashed by economic sanctions from all nations (not to mention the slander they endured during 9/11). but from what i can glean, the muslims are the counter-balance to america and isreal's unrestrained wealth and self-righteousness. and in many ways, they and perhaps islam, are the more passive, feminine force, that can out-wait the american/isreal tragedy and restore balance to our gender-unequal world. like how abed on community out-waited duncan and annie. the muslim symbol is a moon. and while it may seem gruesome to us how they treat women, i think how we treat women is gruesome and many muslims would likely agree. i think women in burkas is better than women in porn. but you guys know how over-sexed i think america is.
On Age to Age it says that coming soon is victory for the islamic nations. they have been pushed too hard and soon they and things will snap back. so, when that happens, i just wanted them to not be mad at me. i wanted them to know that i care and am interested and that i don't believe all the crap people say. so a few days later things started happening. it happened first when i was waiting in the parking lot of steak-n-shake (yuk) for a large order. a muslim family of two women in head scarfs and buoyant brown babies was getting into their car to my left. i watched them without looking away, fascinated by this woman's lovely, robins-egg blue scarf and wondering if i should convert just to wear a neat scarf. i looked away and didn't notice that a few moments later their car was directly in front of my now, and the woman in the blue scarf was staring me down. when i made eye contact with her neither one looked away even though i felt a terrible trill in my stomach. i smiled and she did not, so i waved and she looked away. i am not sure what happened between us, if she too was a witch and had felt my eyes on her, or if she was interested in the moon on the front of my car, but it was powerful. as i drove home, the muslim family i loved was out, grilling in their backyard. the husband was balding and looked hassled. it was kinda of funny. his kids were running around in their blow up pool and on their swing set. i felt that i had been given these lovely encounters because i had reached out.
On saturday, my friend and i went to the store to get some red wine, and when we came out there was a truck parked in front of my orange kia soul that a brown man got into, who may have been watching me. i barely noticed until i checked his license plate (a quick synapsis of a person in numerology), which was from Chatam county, or the country around Savannah Georgia, or the place where my grandfather has a boat-unloading train station named after him. i have made it known before that i feel that this mysterious "intermodal station" is likely rife with sex slaves from latin nations. so it was interesting that all the way out here in st. louis a brown man from Savannah would park in front of me. also my friend Savannah dated a muslim guy for over a year. hmmmm.... anyway, the point of this post is to further my outreach. i have also said before that i always half expect someone to jump out in front of me and yell gotcha! and then tell me all about the behind-the-scenes stuff i know they know i know is happening. i know that the us government is watching and that the illuminati and the masons watch me, but i would also like to entertain the notion that others are out there too. i would like to think that the native americans and the muslims know me as an ally, as someone on their side. did you know that in switzerland, a land thought of as neutral, islamic minarets are illegal? that they are not allowed to alter the skyline of Geneva with their spiritual symbols? of course, minarets are just giant phallus meant to mark a skyline as being at least part muslim. anyway, islamic friends, if you're out there, im ready to listen.
