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The back cover of the Mother/Daughter book (see tags) reads:
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Watch your back! How to Spot and Identify Demons and Other Subversive Spirits-
And What To Do Next . . .
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Demons, fairies, and fallen angels are everywhere. They lurk at the crossroads, crouch behind doors, hide in trees, slip into beds, wait in caves, hover at weddings and childbirths, disguise themselves as friends, relatives-even disguise themselves as 'you' ...
They are powerful; they are protean; they are enchanting. And, to the uninformed, they (dark spirit interior) are often invisible . . .
Carol K. Mack is an award-winning playwright with a twinkle in her eye. She has a longtime interest in comparative mythology. She has a master's degree in religious studies.
Her daughter, the writer Dinah Mack earned her bachelor's degree in religious studies and her master's degree in cultural anthropology. She's one of those rare demon vanquishers.
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. . . Ralph Waldo Emerson, and his "Essay On Demonology," 1875 -
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Willingly I too say, Hail! to the unknown awful powers which transcend the ken of understanding. And the attraction which this topic has had for me and which induces me unfold its parts before you is precisely because I think the superstition has reappeared in every time and in every people indicates the inextinguishableness of wonder in [humanity] humankind; betrays his convictions that behind all your explanations is a vast aand potent living Nature . . .
inexhaustible and sublime,
which you cannot explain.
He is sure no book, no man
has told him all. It's the great
Instinct, the circumambient soul
which flows into him/her and into
all,
and is his life, has not been searched.
He is sure the intimate relations subsist
between his character and his fortunes,
between him and the world: and until he
can adequately tell them he will tell them
wildly and fabulously [louse] Demonology
is the shadow of Theology - R. W. Emerson
( From his "Essay On Demonology," 1875 )
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I have enough stuff
In my head
Without being afraid something is hiding
In the closet
Or under the bed.
I was inspired by Serinita Lake . . .
Nan Ate Hay fixes backyard garden
beds . . .
We get invites to a big arugula party.
Maybe we commenters go to a big ball.
The Inaugural Ball Dance Hall Party.
?
I hope . . .
Stay out of jail.
Tell Thoth too.
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jailed for mooning
confiding to fellow inmates
he's in for crack
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He told white lie to inmate
He was howling at the moon
We best keep our britches up
Wandering this earth
Seeking only to remember
Who they are
Dark forces
Are drawn to them
As vital life blood
Drains slowly
Dark forces
Using Dark means
Dark methods
Building layers
Of deceit and duplicity
So thick the soul
Nearing exhaustion
Cannot imagine
That the light
Will ever shine again
The light will never falter
Pushing away the shroud
Breathing to dissolve it
Opening the conscious mind
Quieting the unconscious voice
Telling the soul
It wants control
Of those who would
Deny the soul
The joy it is here
To seek
rated with love
If there is a loving beneficent deity, I can only hope that it exists in the actions of people who ignore those whispering voices of cynical doubt. Great post.
JMac
it will say," Please let me free, I'll do anything"
so come to agreement, make an exchange
Devil's boogie won't be too long
evil jumps the canyon
and the Devil cries through the night
I don't think there's a reason
or so I thought
He sounds a bit delusional. I worry for him.
I did some research on him & found other wacky things he has uttered.
“Hitch your wagon to a star.”
“Solitude, the safeguard of mediocrity, is to genius the stern friend.”
“Good-bye, proud world! I'm going home
Thou art not my friend, and I'm not thine.
Long through thy weary crowds I roam;
A river-ark on the ocean brine,
Long I've been tossed like the driven foam;
But now, proud world! I'm going home.”
You can see why I am concerned, Art.
"Circumambient soul," he calls himself!
If you know where he is, please call the cops on him
So he doesn’t do any harm to himself or others!!
Serious . . .sly - I had to Relaunch `gin.
I was reading Dear, fernsy ref `Courts.
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Then - editor made me Relaunch . . .
Kerry Laurman is mute as a mouse.
Doc ran up the clock. Kerry up pants.
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huh
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I wish the editor would mature some
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off-Broadway
a editor ask DR.
if he has 'lard butts'
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huh
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cursing (editor) angry at billionaires
who place beets, limp parsnip,
and 'Co Co Puffs' in birthday `pinata'
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editor goes to museum and
studies mythology
snickering at mention `Trojan
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I hope this goes. I no like Relaunch.
What's Kerry eat for lunch - mice tale?
They try to take over our souls if we dare,
The only thing to do is tread lightly through the dew
If only we knew,
What lay ahead
Maybe not- as are most surely dead.
HUGGGGGGGGGG
it's the real deal.
one needn't wait for demons spewing pea soup and sodden croutons. evil is right here. sometimes sitting down at the table, right across from you having a cup of and stealing your donut.
or giving you MORE donuts.
lots of them. when you're diabetic.
he made sure he was at events and get togethers
of other 19th c. mucky mucks
where donuts were available,
so when he was offered a donut, he had to comply.
he said,
"There is always a best way of doing everything,
if it be to boil an egg.
Manners are the happy ways of doing things;
each once a stroke of genius or of love,
— now repeated and hardened into usage.
They form at last a rich varnish,
with which the routine of life is washed, and its details adorned."
he was of course being sneaky and associating the offering
of donuts with manners. But he generalized it.
editors are a funny lot.
they edit very rarely, i have found.
mostly they redact.
they take out "inappropriate" material,
like calling rw emerson a loveable mental case,
and make him into a stiff old statue of
untouchable stature.
yet he, emerson, said,
"To-day unbind the captive,
So only are ye unbound;
Lift up a people from the dust,
Trump of their rescue, sound!
Boston Hymn, st. 17
he made sure he was at events and get togethers
of other 19th c. mucky mucks
where donuts were available,
so when he was offered a donut, he had to comply.
he said,
"There is always a best way of doing everything,
if it be to boil an egg.
Manners are the happy ways of doing things;
each once a stroke of genius or of love,
— now repeated and hardened into usage.
They form at last a rich varnish,
with which the routine of life is washed, and its details adorned."
he was of course being sneaky and associating the offering
of donuts with manners. But he generalized it.
editors are a funny lot.
they edit very rarely, i have found.
mostly they redact.
they take out "inappropriate" material,
like calling rw emerson a loveable mental case,
and make him into a stiff old statue of
untouchable stature.
yet he, emerson, said,
"To-day unbind the captive,
So only are ye unbound;
Lift up a people from the dust,
Trump of their rescue, sound!
Boston Hymn, st. 17
he made sure he was at events and get togethers
of other 19th c. mucky mucks
where donuts were available,
so when he was offered a donut, he had to comply.
he said,
"There is always a best way of doing everything,
if it be to boil an egg.
Manners are the happy ways of doing things;
each once a stroke of genius or of love,
— now repeated and hardened into usage.
They form at last a rich varnish,
with which the routine of life is washed, and its details adorned."
he was of course being sneaky and associating the offering
of donuts with manners. But he generalized it.
editors are a funny lot.
they edit very rarely, i have found.
mostly they redact.
they take out "inappropriate" material,
like calling rw emerson a loveable mental case,
and make him into a stiff old statue of
untouchable stature.
yet he, emerson, said,
"To-day unbind the captive,
So only are ye unbound;
Lift up a people from the dust,
Trump of their rescue, sound!
Boston Hymn, st. 17
The daffodils?
Not editors!
WRITERS with quills.
Be still my beer
But drink from heart
This field of words
In thought from Art.
I was just adoring you etc.,
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You 'ought' to run for Mayor.
Mayor Mary make folk Merry.
You can yodel loud` No Moan.
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city council Mary Hold Woman
attempting to legislate
civility
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You'd love the heirloom Daffodils.
They have many soft yellow Petals.
They look more like a yellow Peony.