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Jan. 22nd, 2004 02:43 am
A friend of mine bitches that no one comes to her for help, while I, who don't like other living creatures, am constantly harangued, harrassed & annoyed by constant pleas for assistance. What's my secret? Uh, I'm that hermit atop the high, windy tor, w/vertical climbs too far up for the average mountain climber's rope to reach, no handholds, no footholds, and it's really bloody cold up here too... one of the last earnest knowledge-seekers froze to death before they reached my cave entrance & I've been using them for crushed ice for my margaritas... anyway, I replied to her letting her know my secret. Be aloof. Be cold. Appear uncaring & self-centered. Offer nothing when presented w/new ideas or concepts. People will think you know the secrets of the Universe as well as all the answers to all their problems & they will be drawn to you like white to rice.
I became determined to become more available & open, & I've had the quietest 2 1/2 weeks of my entire conscious life. One could say I'm a veritable persona-non-grata around work, certain sex-starved individuals excepted. Even Rob's been sort of self-sufficient. It's really weird. Coyote Magic at its finest.
Speaking of ol' Sedit there, I've found in 2 separate books from the library & heard something on t.v. recently about Coyote's involvement w/bringing death to mankind. I also read a charming little tome called "Hex & the City" by Lucy Summers which had a bunch of charming little urban-witch spells in it, some of which centered around divining your perfect career. I also told someone about how you know Who your patron deities or totem spirits are. It's really funny, because when Coyote came looking for me I had only a teenager's passing fascination w/all things deathly & morbid, and at the time I had never heard of Coyote's foibles regarding the introduction of death to life in general. So years later, I decide that I'd be a darned good mortician or medical examiner or something dealing w/dead bodies & I get a book called "Death to Dust: What Happens to Dead Bodies" by Ken Iserson. There's a little blurb at the beginning of the book about Coyote telling an assembly of no-leggeds & two-leggeds & four-leggeds & more-leggeds how if the rock floats, we'll all live forever, but if the rocks sink, everything will eventually die. Of course, he tosses the rock in the pond before anyone can say "No! Don't!" Weeelll, in this past week, 3 or 4 more such references have passed under my nose, & also some mentions of Anubis, the jackal-headed Egyptian deity of the afterlife, & in Egyptian lore, the jackal (as well as the hyena) are the equivalents to Coyote in Native American lore... & Anubis also was quite the saucy God of sex & dirty jokes, much like Coyote. So, even tho I bemoan the fact that Coyote came looking for me, every day I realize a little more how close to my Spirit Mis-Guide I really am. And career-wise, well, it's off to a slow start but by the time I finally get to go to a mortuary science school, I will know all there is to know about caring for dead people.
Stupid Las Vegas trivia factoid: Our mayor, Oscar Goodman, used to be a criminal lawyer, & in the mid '80's he was a defense lawyer for a woman named Sante Kimes, who was accused of keeping slaves in her Las Vegas home. Uh, she lost. (I'm reading the true crime book, "The Mother, the Son & the Socialite" by Adrian Havill.) In fact, I think I've seen the house involved, listed as being on Geronimo Way, behind the Sands - it's probably long gone due to the Sands Convention Center.
I became determined to become more available & open, & I've had the quietest 2 1/2 weeks of my entire conscious life. One could say I'm a veritable persona-non-grata around work, certain sex-starved individuals excepted. Even Rob's been sort of self-sufficient. It's really weird. Coyote Magic at its finest.
Speaking of ol' Sedit there, I've found in 2 separate books from the library & heard something on t.v. recently about Coyote's involvement w/bringing death to mankind. I also read a charming little tome called "Hex & the City" by Lucy Summers which had a bunch of charming little urban-witch spells in it, some of which centered around divining your perfect career. I also told someone about how you know Who your patron deities or totem spirits are. It's really funny, because when Coyote came looking for me I had only a teenager's passing fascination w/all things deathly & morbid, and at the time I had never heard of Coyote's foibles regarding the introduction of death to life in general. So years later, I decide that I'd be a darned good mortician or medical examiner or something dealing w/dead bodies & I get a book called "Death to Dust: What Happens to Dead Bodies" by Ken Iserson. There's a little blurb at the beginning of the book about Coyote telling an assembly of no-leggeds & two-leggeds & four-leggeds & more-leggeds how if the rock floats, we'll all live forever, but if the rocks sink, everything will eventually die. Of course, he tosses the rock in the pond before anyone can say "No! Don't!" Weeelll, in this past week, 3 or 4 more such references have passed under my nose, & also some mentions of Anubis, the jackal-headed Egyptian deity of the afterlife, & in Egyptian lore, the jackal (as well as the hyena) are the equivalents to Coyote in Native American lore... & Anubis also was quite the saucy God of sex & dirty jokes, much like Coyote. So, even tho I bemoan the fact that Coyote came looking for me, every day I realize a little more how close to my Spirit Mis-Guide I really am. And career-wise, well, it's off to a slow start but by the time I finally get to go to a mortuary science school, I will know all there is to know about caring for dead people.
Stupid Las Vegas trivia factoid: Our mayor, Oscar Goodman, used to be a criminal lawyer, & in the mid '80's he was a defense lawyer for a woman named Sante Kimes, who was accused of keeping slaves in her Las Vegas home. Uh, she lost. (I'm reading the true crime book, "The Mother, the Son & the Socialite" by Adrian Havill.) In fact, I think I've seen the house involved, listed as being on Geronimo Way, behind the Sands - it's probably long gone due to the Sands Convention Center.
