Make America Great, Rant.

When was America great? 
When we almost genocide an entire race? When we looted and raided sacred burial grounds?  
When we let our religious superstitions let us believe it was ok to torture and burn people alive? 
Or maybe when we kidnapped, tortured, raped, enslaved and murdered others with darker skin because of ignorance? 
WHEN THEY PUT A STATUE OF LIMITATIONS ON CHILD MOLESTATION?
When corporations started fattening the food supplies with Monsanto and GMOs? 
When the middle class was wiped off the face of our country? 
When 1% of our country has 90% of the wealth?  
When they took away Planned Parenthood funding? 
When a politician made a mockery of the American political system and turned it into a two bit reality television show? 
When we pay women less than men in the US of A because there is no such thing as EQUAL RIGHTS? 
When we refused to accept refugees who were fleeing for their lives? 
Maybe it was when they took the money cap off of presidential campaigns and lobbying? 
When exactly was America great to begin with?

Shimmer

Seven blazing stars,
Infinitely they shimmer,
In the night, they sing!

Don't Look

There is a menace behind the mask,

It holds a scream not yet uttered.

For it stares, blithely,

Stalking me,

Filled with fury,

Pestulant and ravenous,

It Hungers.

I Will Tell You of Atlantis.

Come here, my friends and I shall tell you, tell you of Atlantis.

It stirs something deep in our souls,

something that is lost, that wants to be found.

The Siren's songs echoes in the waves, beckoning.

I see a city; part in ruin, part within the Hollow Earth and some, home to colonies of carbuncles.

The oceans certainly meant to swallow it all whole.

It is lost. Like the Library of Alexandria, it is lost.

Like the 50 miles of temperature-controlled shelving below the Vatican, it is lost.

Like the sacred groves of Druids, it is lost.

Yet, not to the rivers, not to the seas.

Within the God like power of oceans lies the remnants of the Ancient City.

It calls to us to remember when we guarded the Knowledge.

Truths, long past, lost, turned to ash, turned to dust, turned to silt.

Every molecule in our body has shared every incarnation of memory it has been apart of physically, mystically and psychicly. We can remember what it is like to be a tree.

We can remember what it was like to breathe underwater.

We did it for nine months, naturally.

Atlantis Magick calls to us; singing far below the waves.

It calls to us, 'return to me, my people, return to yourselves.’

Unexpected Moments

I was going somewhere a few days ago, driving in my tan van. I'm all "Gothed" out, like I do, black lipstick, heavy on the eye makeup, hair wild, because I'm a wild woman! I happen to be a lover of music. I'll listen to Chopin and then to Ariana Grande to Bowie to Bob Marley to Disturbed to John Denver to Sex Pistols to The Who. I LOVE MUSIC.

This day, driving in my tan van, all Gothed out, my secret pleasure came on the radio; teeny bopper bubble gum pop music!!!

I CRANK the tunage and start chair dancing while driving and singing at the top of my lungs;

"Hey I just met you
And this is crazy
But here's my number
So call me maybe
It's hard to look right at you baby
But here's my number
So call me maybe"

These two guys, also in a van, but a work van, pull up next to me at the stop light and I started lip syncing to them. They could hear the song for sure. The biggest smiles spread wide across their faces and when they were going on their merry way, they were laughing.
Life is a string of moments. It matters what you do. It matters how you act. Be someone else's smile today!

HANNA's HEAD Stardate 93770.26

~Epiphany~

I often push my brain to try and understand life, the Universe and everything, and frequently, all at once. It makes for many epiphanies.

I get to a point where I feel all this Cosmic knowledge trying to connect the dots inside my mind sometimes. It feels like I'm literally expanding my mind, not just philosophically, but spiritually. I can almost get a glimpse of a bigger picture and then it slips away. It's like holding onto smoke, it's just gone.

This morning, just a few minutes ago, I looked up and saw 3333. I began to think about Angel numbers and how I've been seeing them everywhere. I wanted to know the 'why' though. WHY would otherworldly creatures communicate with numbers. Suddenly, Numerology made sense.
I've also been studying Sacred Geometry, Pagan Symbolism, Crop Circles, Frequencies and Quantum Physics recently. It all sort of formed into a bigger, more Cosmic puzzle that almost made sense for a minute there and than *poof* gone.

I am inquisitive to a fault and addicted to knowledge. I constantly question and redefine my understanding. My working model of the Universe is a giant spider web of connection that connects us to everything. Like ley lines, Chakras of the Earth basically, stretching over the whole sphere. Our Chakras. Our different energy bodies. Our life force, our atoms.

I once saw the web, the connections. I had a psychic dream, one of the biggest of my life and I was in the middle of nowhere Washington State on a moonless night. I woke up abruptly and saw the dragon from my dream in the sky and all the stars and life connections and energy points and how we are all the same.

Every math teacher I ever had is secretly laughing as I type this: I've been using mathmatical, geometric, and quantum physics in my daily life. (And yet I can't remember my own phone number sometimes!)

Put all this information in my head and include a lifetime of studying the brain and insert COSMIC KNOWLEDGE MOMENT.

These ancient, wise beings communicate in numbers because it's a Universal and Cosmic map.
Every time I have an epiphany or I see a little bit more of the Cosmic Intelligence I feel/hear a huge cog snapping into place. My internal, spiritual enlightenment just made a big piece of the puzzle fit together. All this knowledge percolating around my gray matter started to form a pattern that made sense in my mind. I saw connections where I hadn't before.

Crop Circles. I never really believed they were formed by aliens, though I'm not opposed to the idea of life elsewhere. These circles are always geometric patterns. I've always felt like they are another creature or intelligence trying to communicate with us. Some people would call it Gia, Mother Earth, a World Soul. I tend to try and find something in nature, instead of equating it to space persons.
The long and winding road of it all is this; We don't know why we are or what we are scientifically, only that we are composed of the same matter as the star 30 million light years away or the ant at our boot. Atoms. There are vast regions of empty space within and atom and yet, they pull the Universe together. The Legos of Life. Atoms come together because of the possibility of being there and that is as good as it gets. Why? Because science cannot explain how we are held together. THAT is where I see the divine. THAT is where I feel Magick.

I see the divine in the space between, holding it all together and through everything in existence. I see a gathering of knowledge through Cosmic Ley Lines of which we are apart.
When you look for beauty and connection, the Universe will look back at you. The more I feel these lines of connection, the more I am in tune with my own frequency and how it resonates within the Universe.

Be fearless. Question Everything. Don't settle for a mediocre life when all that it takes to be extraordinary is to try.

Peace. Out.

There Are No Such Thing As Monsters by Hanna McLean

There are no such thing as monsters

a shot pierces the air making a perfect little hole in her skull,

her gray matter leaving through the exit wound, not as neat,

on the other side

...no such thing as monsters

Life drains from the eyes of the living as they pass unto the dead

In that moment you can still see the soul spark left,

every nerve on fire with the pain of a death blow,

the knowledge of endings opening it’s bloody maw to devour

thing as Monsters…

Eyes lose focus, when it’s over, glossing over white.

everything they were let’s go, the flesh and Spirit part

a mournful cry from those left behind carries their pain

to departed.

The chill shriek of chaos merely echoes in the dark.

As Monsters,

Do they realize their villainy and merely do not care?

How do you remain blind and silent about things that matter?

Is that reflection in the mirror, really me or really you?

Monsters.

Tell me it’s not true.

Legends

LEGENDS by Pink Floyd

THIS is why Pink Floyd is awesome. Amazing music and forever a part of history.

It's the sort of thing that makes me want to make sure that I make a difference in some way. I don't have children, I chose that, in many ways I am very thankful for not having to drag an innocent child through the life I have had, I didn't have that luxury.

That was a lesson I learned when I was 18 and thank the gods for it. So I feel even more driven to make my mark. Then suddenly Robin Williams is whispering in my ear, "Carpe Diem." I miss that man.

THIS sort of music, the Legendary kind, reminds me of the Legends that have fallen in such a short period of time. Alan Rickman, Lemmy, Glen Fray, David Bowie.

This sort of music it is full of the essence of rock and of roll. Watching so many Legends fall has taken a toll on my heart and let's face it, you're as addicted to social media as I am, it's been hard on a lot of us. We have a whole world of communication at our finger tips and we grieved the loss of such great men together. THIS is why Pink Floyd's music is legendary.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5OMFiqNA6Ag

The Sock Drama

THE SOCK DRAMA

There are always socks. In the laundry, in the clean clothes hamper, miscellaneously in a clean pile of clothes on the floor... ok so I'm missing a dresser and a closet... I can even find once-worn-once socks fairly easily so I never think there will be an issue with finding socks.

I have a morning routine, even though I am on disability, I still have to have a routine. I got exceptionally busy this morning and was trying to get ready for a therapist appointment. I am one of those people that has a thing about being on time to appointments. I loathe being late with a firey passion. So I'm usually always early and I always have a book with me so that no matter what, I am entertained at all times. Because there is a very active draw bridge close by, train tracks, traffic, waiting for appointments, waiting for Godoh, you know the deal.

So I'm all ready, I grab my bag, my wallet, my keys and then... *insert dramatic music* ...the sock drama begins. My clean clothes pile that's close by, downstairs where the clean clothes hamper is, two of them, back upstairs to the dirty clothes pile, and then to the doesn't quite fit pile (which is getting smaller thank you very much), and look there's a pile under all this stuff pile...

No socks. I am running late now. HOLY HELL ME... RUNNING LATE, fricking hell... And there, just like little Cindy Lou Who herself had found a matched pair and handed them to me at the bottom of the last pile... five different single socks that were nowhere near matching later... two, perfect, clean, black socks, waiting to be found. *insert hallelujah chorus*

I put on my socks and my punk rock skull shoes and rushed out the door with toasty feet!!!

I was on time too!

The End.