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  • Incivility, Unevilbility and Deliverance

    Incivility, Unevilbility and Deliverance

    “Deliver us from evil.” I pray that every day and sometimes twice a day, thus one can only guess how many evils I’ve been delivered from during this year alone. Certainly more than I’m aware of — and I’m aware of many. I might have gone too far this time. I have been delighted by… Read more

  • Finding Faith in the ‘Reel’ World

    Finding Faith in the ‘Reel’ World

    Watching TikTok or Facebook reels, my algorithm often gravitates toward individuals who discuss past lives and karma and why, for heaven’s sake, we are here. Fair enough. I’ve been aware, maybe my entire earthly life, that I pre-existed. When very little, I used to astral project and float down the stairs at 3369 Beaumont. I… Read more

  • Chicken Shit

    How the hell did they get out? Thankfully I noticed them coursing through the deep gray dawn before I let loose of Max. I’m confident I closed the gate last night, but it was already dark so I must have failed to fully secure the latch. No racoons were nearby, and I’m grateful not to… Read more

  • Piqued by Paranormal

    Perhaps I no longer see them because I have willed them away. I’ve learned to create a bubble of brilliant energy that surrounds me, a forcefield of light that keeps all that is good close to me and all else . . . out. When I was a little girl, creatures, ghosts, phantoms, you name… Read more

  • Sticking with the Werewolf

    Well, hmmm, he still works . . . and at night you can’t see the wooden post sticking out from behind his head. I don’t think so, anyway. My mom is heartsick. Her sister is in the late stages of dementia, one of her friends requires routine shots into an eyeball she can no longer… Read more

  • Disappearing Downward (Prairie) Dog

    As soon as the poor little thing realized someone was near, it started to scream. Having arrived at 1 a.m. Saturday to the Park Home on the ranch, I didn’t head into the backyard until morning. That’s when a heard it. A high-pitched cry of distress. I followed it to a thick, plastic, 5-inch-wide pipe… Read more