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   XPost: alt.messianic, alt.bible.prophecy, alt.religion   
   XPost: alt.pagan, alt.religion.wicca   
   From: dalton@nfld.com   
      
   We have just passed the fall equinox, known as Mabon to   
   pagans, after Mabon ap Modron (Son, Son of Mother).   
      
   Also from https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maya_(mother_of_the_Buddha)   
   the Buddha’s mother died not long after he was born, a pattern that   
   is said to be followed in the births of all Buddhas.   
      
   And today (Sept. 26) is the 60th anniversary of the death of my   
   Catholic mother in front of me when I was a bit more than 1.6 years old.   
      
   Related to that are the following two poems by my sister Mary:   
      
   ---------------   
   1.   
      
   G R A C E   
   _i.m. E.J.D._   
      
   She is at home   
   In a room   
   Or a poem. In alcoves   
   Angling a fuschia   
   For last rays of sun.   
   Gauging the heft   
   Of image and vowel.   
      
   In her house,   
   Chairs welcome   
   Space, form to pour in,   
   And windows, wordless, widen,   
   Avenues,   
   Allowing the light.   
      
   2.   
      
   the priest   
      
   was plump   
   belly like a soft-boiled egg   
   face of salt beef   
   red with fat and indignation--   
   Humpty Dumpty with a white collar   
      
   large in pulpits.   
   after John's love, or Mark's,   
   raved of money   
   named who gave--   
   how much--   
   shamed men with broken nails,   
   calluses   
   born of net, axe, and shovel;   
   women bowed over   
   child-bearing and buckets and bread   
      
   thinking, perhaps, of him   
   the women died on Sundays,   
   after child-birth and rosaries   
   after Mass and Sunday dinner   
      
   one alder-red Sunday   
   one more woman   
   missed the blueberry-picking, the picnic,   
   slid to the canvas floor   
   unhanding   
   the enamel wash pan,   
   the seventh surviving baby   
   wriggling in its suds   
      
   he was soon on the spot--   
   a bad apple--   
   to settle the issue   
   his Christly way   
   his coin-temple cool:   
   "oh yes she's dead all right--“   
   might've been an insect,   
   a plant, a boat,   
   some amoeba   
      
   two-bit Jeremiah,   
   didn't know his doings--   
   did God's work--   
   vicious, he freed us   
   from institution's yoke   
   ------------   
      
   (I am the seventh surviving child.)   
      
   I have begun one more attempt at my global new age onset   
   magickal workings at 1652 UTC/GMT September 26, 2025   
   as reported on the thread “First We Take Manhattan” on   
   alt.religion.druid (and The UN General Assembly is still in progress).   
      
   --   
   https://www.nfld.com/~dalton/dtales.html Salmon on the Thorns (mystic page)   
   “Early morning, jubilators, up to no good, instigators... Sons of long   
   forgotten races, that the darkest night embraces” (Ron Hynes & D.O’D)   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)