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   XPost: alt.messianic, alt.bible, alt.bible.prophecy   
   XPost: alt.religion, alt.pagan   
   From: dalton@nfld.com   
      
   On Sep 26, 2025, David Dalton wrote   
   (in article<0001HW.2E8706A80094D9577000065E238F@news.eternal-september.org>):   
      
   > 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.)   
      
   Note that the last Sunday in September is Priesthood Sunday,   
   and the above Sunday was the last Sunday in September   
   as is September 28 this year. (It is already early on   
   September 28 here.)   
      
   I began a new mystic attempt at 2244 UTC Sept. 27, 2025   
   as described on the thread “First We Take Manhattan”   
   on alt.religion.druid .   
      
   --   
   https://www.nfld.com/~dalton/dtales.html Salmon on the Thorns (mystic page)   
   “And now the angry morning/Gives the early signs of warning/You must   
   face alone the plans you make/Decisions they will try to break" (S.McL.)   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)