After a long long long time i now know what i am. a term came to my attention today that i have never heard before. after much study and many tears of recognition, the title will be taken.
before i say what it is, allow me to explain some of my frustration.
imagine being able to know of a past life from the time you are 2. imagine starting to travel to the other worlds by the age of 4. then becoming in love with art music and dance and cant live without any of it. add in psychic predictions, healing with hands, then healing of minds, and finally working energy and being in touch with spirits and gods on a daily basis.
I have been called gifted, cursed, blessed, strange, odd, wondrous, impossible, an angel, a witch, a shaman, stupid, smart, wise beyond my years and crazy.
i am happy to say i am all of the above. i am what they call a knower.
i have been crying all day with excitement and satisfaction that FINALLY something fits me like a glove.
....and so my work begins....
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
THE DAY NEW ORLEANS CRIED by val
A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How this city used to make me smile.
And I knew if they had a chance
That they could make us sing and dance
And, maybe, we'd be happy for a while.
But february made me shiver
With every paper that was delivered.
Bad news on the doorstep;
I couldnt take one more breath.
I cant remember if I spit
When I read about the colts and how they did,
But something touched me deep inside
The day the new orleans cried.
So high high, with american pride.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
listening to the colts fry.
And dem good old boys were being blessed and kept dry
Singin this is not the day that we die.
"this is not the day that we die"
Did you wear your black and gold,
And did you believe what you were told,
when we said that they would win?
Do you believe in rock n roll,
Can football save our mortal souls,
after katrinas deadly winds blow?
Well, I know that youre in love with them
`cause I saw you dancing in the gym.
Y'all just kicked up your shoes.
Man, I dig those saints and blues.
there was the denver broncin bucks
With a red carnations and western luck,
But I placed my bet for a buck.
The day new orleans cried.
I started singin,
"high high, on american pride."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
listening to the colts fry.
Them good old boys were being blessed and kept dry
singin, "this is not the day that we die.
"this is not the day that we die."
Now fourty years we've been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin stone,
But thats not how its gonna be.
When the jester sang for the king and queen,
marching down the streets in new orleans
And a voice that came to you and me,
Oh, when the saints came marching down,
The king and queen did a noble bow.
when the courtroom was ajourned;
the verdict was returned.
its thirty one to seventeen,
final score for new orleans
you boys have answered all our dreams
you played the colts and they got creamed
The day new orleans cried.
We were singing,
"high high, on american pride."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
listening to the colts fry.
Them good old boys were being blessed and kept dry
singin, "this is not the day that we die.
"this is not the day that we die."
Helter skelter in a football swelter.
colts fans flew off to a fallout shelter,
Eight feet high and falling fast.
It landed foul on the grass.
The players tried for a forward pass,
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.
Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
the british came with who dat tunes
We all got up to dance,
Oh, the colts never had a chance!
`cause the saints took over the field;
The linemen refused to yield.
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the new orleans cried?
We started singing,
"high high, on american pride."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
listening to the colts fry.
Them good old boys were being blessed and kept dry
singin, "this is not the day that we die.
"this is not the day that we die."
Oh, and there we were all in one place,
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again.
So come on: drew be nimble, drew be quick!
and dont forget your winning trick
Cause prayer is our only friend.
Oh, and as I watched them on the stage
in history they turned a page.
No curse born in hell
Could break a new orleans saints spell.
And as the cheers climbed high into the night
To start the sacrificial rite,
I saw the saints laughing with delight
The day new orleans cried
they were singing,
"high high, on american pride."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
listening to the colts fry.
Them good old boys were being blessed and kept dry
singin, "this is not the day that we die.
"this is not the day that we die."
I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news,
she just smiled and said today.
I went down to the french quarter
Where Id heard the games from years before,
people marching down the corradore all the way.
And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
all our hearts no longer broken.
And the three men I admire most:
drew brees, the team , and the coach,
home they came for a parade to host
The day new orleans cried.
And they were singing,
"high high, on american pride."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
listening to the colts fry.
Them good old boys were being blessed and kept dry
singin, "this is not the day that we die.
"this is not the day that we die."
They were singing,
"high high, on american pride."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
listening to the colts fry.
Them good old boys were being blessed and kept dry
singin, "this is not the day that we die.
"this is not the day that we die."
val 2010
I can still remember
How this city used to make me smile.
And I knew if they had a chance
That they could make us sing and dance
And, maybe, we'd be happy for a while.
But february made me shiver
With every paper that was delivered.
Bad news on the doorstep;
I couldnt take one more breath.
I cant remember if I spit
When I read about the colts and how they did,
But something touched me deep inside
The day the new orleans cried.
So high high, with american pride.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
listening to the colts fry.
And dem good old boys were being blessed and kept dry
Singin this is not the day that we die.
"this is not the day that we die"
Did you wear your black and gold,
And did you believe what you were told,
when we said that they would win?
Do you believe in rock n roll,
Can football save our mortal souls,
after katrinas deadly winds blow?
Well, I know that youre in love with them
`cause I saw you dancing in the gym.
Y'all just kicked up your shoes.
Man, I dig those saints and blues.
there was the denver broncin bucks
With a red carnations and western luck,
But I placed my bet for a buck.
The day new orleans cried.
I started singin,
"high high, on american pride."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
listening to the colts fry.
Them good old boys were being blessed and kept dry
singin, "this is not the day that we die.
"this is not the day that we die."
Now fourty years we've been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin stone,
But thats not how its gonna be.
When the jester sang for the king and queen,
marching down the streets in new orleans
And a voice that came to you and me,
Oh, when the saints came marching down,
The king and queen did a noble bow.
when the courtroom was ajourned;
the verdict was returned.
its thirty one to seventeen,
final score for new orleans
you boys have answered all our dreams
you played the colts and they got creamed
The day new orleans cried.
We were singing,
"high high, on american pride."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
listening to the colts fry.
Them good old boys were being blessed and kept dry
singin, "this is not the day that we die.
"this is not the day that we die."
Helter skelter in a football swelter.
colts fans flew off to a fallout shelter,
Eight feet high and falling fast.
It landed foul on the grass.
The players tried for a forward pass,
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.
Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
the british came with who dat tunes
We all got up to dance,
Oh, the colts never had a chance!
`cause the saints took over the field;
The linemen refused to yield.
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the new orleans cried?
We started singing,
"high high, on american pride."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
listening to the colts fry.
Them good old boys were being blessed and kept dry
singin, "this is not the day that we die.
"this is not the day that we die."
Oh, and there we were all in one place,
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again.
So come on: drew be nimble, drew be quick!
and dont forget your winning trick
Cause prayer is our only friend.
Oh, and as I watched them on the stage
in history they turned a page.
No curse born in hell
Could break a new orleans saints spell.
And as the cheers climbed high into the night
To start the sacrificial rite,
I saw the saints laughing with delight
The day new orleans cried
they were singing,
"high high, on american pride."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
listening to the colts fry.
Them good old boys were being blessed and kept dry
singin, "this is not the day that we die.
"this is not the day that we die."
I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news,
she just smiled and said today.
I went down to the french quarter
Where Id heard the games from years before,
people marching down the corradore all the way.
And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
all our hearts no longer broken.
And the three men I admire most:
drew brees, the team , and the coach,
home they came for a parade to host
The day new orleans cried.
And they were singing,
"high high, on american pride."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
listening to the colts fry.
Them good old boys were being blessed and kept dry
singin, "this is not the day that we die.
"this is not the day that we die."
They were singing,
"high high, on american pride."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
listening to the colts fry.
Them good old boys were being blessed and kept dry
singin, "this is not the day that we die.
"this is not the day that we die."
val 2010
Monday, January 25, 2010
thoughts on living in new orleans this week
You know? I arrived at this wonderful city thirty days before Katrina hit. The storm itself was someting to behold. A large ball of energy sucking the life from earth and all that live on her. For those of us who survived the storm and managed to stay in the area, a huge wall of sorrow went up like a bubble. I had never felt anything like it. I cried for months and in some areas that wall of sorrow is still there. I feel it as if it were my own. It makes me sick and makes me cry. I cant control the feelings I get when I enter the city and its neighborhoods.
Last night a football game was won and I instantly broke out into an overwhelming joy. I couldnt help myself. At first I questioned my reaction. After all, I dont like football and didnt even watch the game. Then I realized...It wasnt the winning of the game I was happy about. It was the feelings of all those people spreading outward and reaching me. I had people from all over te world contacting me and telling me how happy they were for New Orleans.
I dont know if a curse has been lifted or what. What I do know is that the people of New Orleans are soul filled, spiritual people and have no problem expressing to the world how they are.
I am here to tell New Orleans THANK YOU for reminding us all that we are spiritual people and can be touched in ways we never thought possible. Your heart and soul unite to tell us your story which in and of itself is so beautiful no one can deny it. We have felt your sorrow, and now your joy.
Last night a football game was won and I instantly broke out into an overwhelming joy. I couldnt help myself. At first I questioned my reaction. After all, I dont like football and didnt even watch the game. Then I realized...It wasnt the winning of the game I was happy about. It was the feelings of all those people spreading outward and reaching me. I had people from all over te world contacting me and telling me how happy they were for New Orleans.
I dont know if a curse has been lifted or what. What I do know is that the people of New Orleans are soul filled, spiritual people and have no problem expressing to the world how they are.
I am here to tell New Orleans THANK YOU for reminding us all that we are spiritual people and can be touched in ways we never thought possible. Your heart and soul unite to tell us your story which in and of itself is so beautiful no one can deny it. We have felt your sorrow, and now your joy.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
a day of insecurities
the title of witch is so ominous. the idea of being a witch and what a real witch is isnt what i am. a real witch is mostly self concerned. a neo witch is that which the christian defines as witch, rebellious against the church and authority practicing gifts not recognised by the church regardless of intention. i am not even sure about that title. shaman is a title that is given by a tribe to a person so that doesnt apply as i have no tribe.
i am mostly unaware of how my gifts are used. people tell me i heal them just by being around them. i know i practice obtaining a constant inflow of positive energy. i also practice traveling to other worlds to obtain knowledge for the betterment of self and others. i see and talk to spirits. i am so empathic i spend most of my time alone because being around people can be draining because i dont know how to turn it off. i recognize there is more than one god but i follow no god becuse it creates turmoil within me to choose one over another.
i am a simple woman living in a simple place with not so simple spiritual matters. i wish i had a purpose and a direction with it. definition is so hard to accept and understand. i am growing impatient with this rut i am in but have no idea how to get out of it.
i am mostly unaware of how my gifts are used. people tell me i heal them just by being around them. i know i practice obtaining a constant inflow of positive energy. i also practice traveling to other worlds to obtain knowledge for the betterment of self and others. i see and talk to spirits. i am so empathic i spend most of my time alone because being around people can be draining because i dont know how to turn it off. i recognize there is more than one god but i follow no god becuse it creates turmoil within me to choose one over another.
i am a simple woman living in a simple place with not so simple spiritual matters. i wish i had a purpose and a direction with it. definition is so hard to accept and understand. i am growing impatient with this rut i am in but have no idea how to get out of it.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Imbolc
there comes a time when the trees awake
to feel the sun and from the Earth they take
the soil of rebirth is replenished for growth
there comes a time
and the time called Imbolc
to feel the sun and from the Earth they take
the soil of rebirth is replenished for growth
there comes a time
and the time called Imbolc
Monday, December 21, 2009
I try to be nice, and people just dont understand
after my doctors appointment i came home to have my 2nd cup of coffee. as i was sitting down to my laptop in the kitchen the door bell rang. forgetting about all caution i just opened the door to see who it was. there standing before me was a very nicely dressed lady with a large hand bag and what i thought was her hubby in a black suit. i thought maybe it was the real estate agent trying to get us to bring friends in to look at the house across the street again.
i was wrong. the JW's came a calling to my front door. i suppose the last couple of people who cruised the hood forgot to tell the new couple that Doug answered the door in the buff.
after the small speech she gave me. i invited them in for tea. they gladly stepped into my home and coming into my kitchen i walked over to my stove to heat the pot of water. the couple stopped dead in their tracks and said that they had to be going. i turned to ask why and they were gone . all i did was invite them in for tea..... bah...whats a woman to do these days? i cant get anyone over for tea anymore muahahahahaha.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
fear of losing christmas?
There seems to be a fear Christians have that just astounds me. Some Christians think that the non Christians are going to take away Christmas from them.
I live in America and in this country it is ok to practice any religion as long as you break no laws doing it. Christmas is a celebration of the birth of Christ. Now unless you commit murder, abuse children, rape, or commit a robbery or some other such crime to celebrate Christmas I do not for see any problem with you keeping your holiday.
Frankly I must say you all sound like a bunch of paranoid idiots. When I was a practicing Christian, Christmas was about the birth of Christ and giving of ourselves as he gave to others. This being said how many of you Christians actually practice this? How much of a sacrifice do you people make to celebrate your gods gift to you? When you have a birthday how do you celebrate? Do you go out to dinner and maybe have a cake? Do you celebrate Christ's birthday the same way by eating a big meal with friends and family? What is it about that can anyone really take from you?
Christmas lives and breaths in your heart and just as the Pagans saved Yule and the Jewish saved Hanukkah from your religious domination you will save your holiday of Christmas...that is if you really celebrate it in your heart.
I live in America and in this country it is ok to practice any religion as long as you break no laws doing it. Christmas is a celebration of the birth of Christ. Now unless you commit murder, abuse children, rape, or commit a robbery or some other such crime to celebrate Christmas I do not for see any problem with you keeping your holiday.
Frankly I must say you all sound like a bunch of paranoid idiots. When I was a practicing Christian, Christmas was about the birth of Christ and giving of ourselves as he gave to others. This being said how many of you Christians actually practice this? How much of a sacrifice do you people make to celebrate your gods gift to you? When you have a birthday how do you celebrate? Do you go out to dinner and maybe have a cake? Do you celebrate Christ's birthday the same way by eating a big meal with friends and family? What is it about that can anyone really take from you?
Christmas lives and breaths in your heart and just as the Pagans saved Yule and the Jewish saved Hanukkah from your religious domination you will save your holiday of Christmas...that is if you really celebrate it in your heart.
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