Tue Feb 23
And it cometh to pass in my seeing – I, Daniel –


the vision that I require understanding.

Lo, standing over-against me was the apparition of a mighty one.

And I heard a voice of man between Ulai, and he calleth and saith:

Gabriel, cause this one to understand the apparition.




And he cometh in near my station,

and at his coming in I have been afraid,

and I fall on my face,

and he saith unto me:

Understand, son of Adam,

for at the time of the end, the vision.



And in his speaking with me,

I have been in a trance on my face, on the earth;

and he cometh upon me and causeth me to stand at my station,

and saith:

Lo, I  – I am causing thee to know

that which is at the latter end of this period of indignation;

for at the appointed time cometh the end.



And I, Daniel have been, yea, I became sick,

for days.


And I rise and do the king’s work,

and am astonished at this apparition,

and yet there is no understanding.

~ from Daniel, chapter 8

Fri Feb 5

Letter to my comrades (passing it on…)

onthegoddessteam wrote:

Dear Friends,

Those of you who listen with your heart. Who greet me without expectation. Who brush past, leaving petals of grace for me and others like you and me, to sense, to notice, to accept, to acclaim.

I am afraid I have spent too long speaking the language of normals. I have forgotten the old language. The one I was born with. The one that taught me how to sing the holy. The one that showed me the infinite in a grain of sand, well, actually, the infinite in the grain of an oak table in the alcove of my kitchen at age 11.

After 42 years on this planet, the long tide has reached up and pulled me out of line, the lineage I birthed into. I always thought I was trying to fit in with them. I just realized I was trying to break free of them.

With love. I dare say, I do this with love. For myself foremost. They are paddling in a sea with forks. I have boarded an ocean liner filled with those who have eyes to see me. ME.

I have no idea what any of this means friends. I only type what my fingers reach for. It’s an intricate dance. God’s lips to my fingertips? Something whispers to me. Urgently. Telling me I must let you know that I have arrived.

Brothers and sisters, I am here.

Sun Jan 3
why do you talk to me?!

“because you listen”

why do you talk to me?!

“because you listen”

Tue Dec 15

the third sex

tender love

9Now God had brought Daniel into favour and tender love with the prince of the eunuchs.

17… and Daniel had understanding in all visions and dreams.

Daniel 1

an everlasting name

4For thus saith the LORD unto the eunuchs that keep my sabbaths, and choose the things that please me, and take hold of my covenant;

5Even unto them will I give in mine house and within my walls a place and a name better than of sons and of daughters: I will give them an everlasting name, that shall not be cut off.

Isaiah 56

eunuchs and angels

“Ringrose puts forth the charming thesis that our image of angels was directly modeled on eunuchs in the pre-Christian and early Christian world. Paintings from the Byzantine court show the emperor flanked by beardless men, understood to be eunuchs. Angels in the religious art from about the same time show them as beardless entities, flanking God in a similar fashion.

The prime task of angels in the Christian tradition is to sing the praises of the Lord. Angels are also emissaries of God, the Lord’s trusted messengers, just as eunuchs were messengers for Byzantine emperors.

Angels are non-reproductive. Often angels are depicted as taller than mortals. When we say that someone has an “angelic” voice, we think of a higher pitch and a softer voice than that of adult men. All of these traits characterize eunuchs who were castrated before puberty.

If a successful kingdom on Earth could only be maintained with the help of eunuchs, isn’t it logical that a kingdom in Heaven must have a similar class of citizens?

Indeed, the link between eunuchs and angels was so strong that urban myths from Constantinople occasionally confused the two. Stories tell of an angel walking among humans and being mistaken for a court eunuch. Others recount how a court eunuch was mistaken for an angel.”

The Gay & Lesbian Review Worldwide; 5/1/2004; Wassersug, Richard

Wed Dec 2

I believe, at a very fundamental level, that words are electrical. The generation of words is an expression of electrical energy…

The meaning of a word… is contingent upon the energy with which it’s endowed by the speaker…

Now, I don’t want to understand [the mind of God], I want to testify to it. I believe that we are all literally part of the mind of God, and that our sense of ourselves as separate is an illusion.

And therefore when we communicate with each other - as a function of an exchange of energy - we understand, not because of the inherent content of the words, but because of how that energy flows.

David Milch (producer of John from Cincinnati),  newyorker.com
actually maybe

actually maybe

Tue Dec 1
star being - riding the waves

star being - riding the waves