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It is early Saturday morning, the sun has not yet lit the sky. Rain, blessed rain has finally arrived and begun to quench the thirsty land. The smoky air has been washed clean, the fires are out. Some of the deciduous trees are turning color, some have even begun to lose their leaves. It is early fall. My birthday is around the corner, a Libra, yes. I love this time of year, when the air is crisp and the harvesting of crops are in full swing.
I am exhausted from following the events surrounding the Supreme Court nomination. At a certain point, I knew that the fix was in, this man would sit on our highest judicial bench. To be fair, I did read up on his judicial background and know that he has a lot of experience, and many people admire him. Yet, I have to temper that with the hostile scene he created before the judicial committee.
The #metoo movement will continue despite the crusty old white men in black suits whom are plainly out of step with the rest of the world; hell bent on keeping their power, furthering the extreme right's agenda.
The balance to this can be found in the news that happened on the same day. Always amazed to see the hand of the I Am That I Am. The Nobel Peace Prize winners: Denis Mukwege and Nadia Murad, whom won for their efforts to fight the end of sexual violence in armed conflict and as a weapon of war.
"To the survivors from all over the world, I would like to tell you that through this prize, the world is listening to you and refusing to remain indifferent. The world refuses to sit idly in the face of your suffering."
There was also the news of Chicago police officer who was convicted of 2nd degree murder for pumping 16 bullets into Laquan McDonald. Justice was served here me thinks.
Women's voices will not be silenced; the oppressed will continue to fight for their causes.
Love ~ C
It came to me last night, that perhaps I had just witnessed a great evil. This event could be likened to a horror movie or some Stephen King novel, where the main character is "bought" by Satan and its cult following, to fulfill their dark mission.
That character stood at the crossroads and sold his soul for his own craven longings for power. At a party later, Satan itself is seen embodied in the leader of this cult, eyes glow momentarily, the cult swirls around leader in a dance, glittery, drinks in hand, congratulatory, big money has changed hands, the deed has been done.
The main character realizes that he has sold his soul to the devil, but pushes the thought away, and becomes a husk inhabited by darkness and avarice;
and the Master of Puppets will play him like a red violin.
Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for a long, long year
Stole many a man's soul and faith
And I was 'round when Jesus Christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that Pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
. . . Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me Lucifer
Cause I'm in need of some restraint
So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or I'll lay your soul to waste, um yeah
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, um yeah
~ K Richards & M Jagger