Gentle Oracle ~~ Golden Grace



Wild Coily Auburn Crowning Glory soft woolly garlands flowing from and around her face, Gentle Oracle held up her Golden Goblet to gather Honey Glazed Luminescence  which dripped carelessly downward upon the imps, goblins, trolls, and gremlins that gathered round the Gentle Oracle with impatience.  All eager to sip, to lap to imbibe the Glimmer  Elixir that would Disrupt  the stagnation spell which degraded their DNA genetic molecular structure Depleting all that was good within replacing it with ugly Toxic  nature prone to evil and wicked acts upon  Forest Woods Kith and Kin.


It was only during the Rising and Setting  of the Two Moons could the Luminescence be successfully gathered for it was then that the Honey Glazed Gold was at its full power.  Our planet belonging to the LuneXor Solar System had no suns but had Two Moons one Ascending which provided sufficient light and warmth for all living beings and a Descending Moon which guided the night stars giving twinkling bursts of light to the night skies.




It became the mission of Our Luxurious  Radiant  Oracle Goddess to Thwart  the demonic spells of  the Underbeings invaders from a distant dying star who wish to take control of our fertile planes.  Underbeings went from planet to planet, solar system to solar system on the premise of Exploration  but actually seeking to absorb, confuse and contain each planets resources and when those resources were exhausted off they went on another path of destruction.

Initially disguised in a masquerade of peace and prosperity quickly drew in gullible nations who  Frantically  realized too late they had been duped by evil forces warped by blinding light.

They beings of a forgotten wasteland past and we beings with a golden resplendent future. . For we with the wisdom and guidance of our Kind Compassionate Gentle Oracle Goddess possessed the  Talisman  Key to Our Galaxies Akashic records which provided the Words of Life or Soul Realignment properties with the abilities to undo and render useless any forces of or by the Underbeings.  Providing Soul Level Healing.

Our Strong  Uncompromising Gentle Oracle Goddess was the wrinkle  in the devious plans of the Underbeings for She sprinkled the Elixir upon souls already good and inundated souls in error so that even the Underbeings were filled with Well-being, Goodness and Grace.  





Piercing The Celluloid Cloud to See God



Splinter Stories from the Hardware Store


Piercing The Celluloid Cloud to See God


“Hanesberry-SeaTek Soul Manufacturing Corporation. Celestial to Terrestrial.   Haberdashery from the spirit world!”

Ms. Zazu, Welcome aboard!  Enjoy the Orientation experience!

On the surface Peabody appeared to be a simple plain milquetoast rather nondescript man but when he opened his mouth the gift of gab was on display. Peabody was also Blessed to have deep soulful purple sapphire eyes.  Reflective orbs that looked inward as well as outward causing those on the tour to melt like satin soft velvet.  Eyes that could lift your immortal soul from its corporeal casements.

A uniquely and slightly disturbing feature in a soul system seller.  A step up I suppose from the fat pomaded bejeweled thugs who had infiltrated this business making it more sinful than saintly.  Pompous puffed up killer penguins.  Wise guys of the underworld operating from the abyss.


“Follow me down this hallway as we move forward, outward, onward and upward!”

Entranced by this expressive enthralling yet off putting man Zazu dutifully followed him through the hallway into and through mystical doorways.




Yes Zazu, we have souls in all shapes, sizes and consistencies.  Bilious, Ethereal, Foggy, Ghostly, Glazed, Nebulous, Murky, Musty, Cloudy, Misty, transparent, translucent, Reflective, Shadowy, shady, Hazy, Ambiguous, dark, light. We can even project them through our magnificent stained glass infinity mirrors which provide a kaleidoscope of past and present.


Applicants possessing familial ancestor cards are in luck because they can keep the incarnations of soul splicing within the realm of genetic memory and DNA connectors.  Names are a good reference point but if the name of the ancestor is unknown or long forgotten an image or likeness is perfectly acceptable.



Parents provide the body, location and genetic format. We provide the soul.  Each person gets their own unique soul even twins, triples and multiples.  However Multiples retain certain connective arterial junctions and junctures, trails and pathways that remain unbroken with each incarnation.



The Souls are kept in their respective receptacles until the requester is matched with a suitable or persistent donor.  Most soul donors go through many cycles due to being dissatisfied with either the body that selected them or the family castaway dynamics they were thrust into.


Depending on your selection based on DNA and genetics we can even provide slightly used recycled souls aka “Old Souls” reconstituted into fresh new bundles of Joy.  Or if you or a family members prefer we can take a soul or a myriad of souls from different cultures, natures, traditions and belief systems to incorporate them into a chubby weeping, wailing crying gurgling humanoid that any advanced primate would be proud to shelter and raise.

We can even tweak the time space continuum allowing souls to move backward in the earthly time line but never forward.  Our time travel option is somewhat limited. Sometimes souls are born out of time or into a time period where they don’t fit in but Heck we guaranteed souls not the sentient being into which they might find themselves.

Sometimes we get requests for souls of fictional creations both literary and cinematic.  This presents a challenge but we aim to please therefore we compile an adjusted tweaked reorganized compilation of characteristics as given from the fictional characters original creator.



Certain Soul requests derive from magical mystical oral tales passed from generation to generation for them we require the services of the Pegasus Unicorn.  The majestic beasts although riderless are equipped with invisible saddle packet pockets on either side in which to place the mystic dinosaur eggs plucked directly from the Akashic Library.  The Akashic Library Records cover all cultures, countries, nations,  rites/rituals, traditions, tribes and spiritual belief systems.



We get lots of requests for the souls or rather the soul characteristics of many famous Hollywood actors, actresses, singers, entertainers, sports figures, dancers, etc…  However we try to discourage these choices as souls coming from those professions have fame, money and good looks but rarely any real self-confidence or inner peace.

Those requests are more costly as they often entail an ending filled with tricked out hearses driven by teams of decked out Pegasus Unicorns.  Soul transportation and transfiguration does not come cheap on any level or in any stage.  Hollywood, TV and movies stars plus sports figures take on mythical proportions that even death cannot seem to dispel.  In fact the longer they lay a moldering in the grave the more fanciful and larger gains of illusion and delusion .


Often they are quite vain, ill-tempered and once they reach the desired fame factor they tend to develop a sense of entitlement.  Little realizing the public often has the last word.  They flare up bright and fast but burn out quickly much to the consternation of the customer occupying that particular flesh container.  The Live Fast and die Young crowd are mostly likely to wind up snuffed out like a candle in a strong wind.


Big problem with the Muses, the Fates and the Three Graces over when to and how much or how often to Bless them with intelligence, talent, beauty and grace plus when to cut the umbilical cord.

Mr. Peabody kept up a brisk pace causing me to break into a quick canter which came to an abrupt end when he unexpectedly stopped short.  Plain Mr. Peabody transformed becoming regal with perfect bright white shiny teeth that beamed a blinding smile, dark polished hair embodying a sleaze bag kind of look that took me by surprise. A Suave Sophisticated Patent Leather Elegant Lover who made the sweat roll down my back and between my butt cheeks.  Oh What Debonair can do. It elicits root feelings once thought left behind.

Turning slowly his melodic eyes held mine but for a brief time that threatened to edge into eternity whilst he explained that evil, wicked, demonic souls become wandering disembodied entities seeking spiritual empty flesh houses, obese lusty grey rats or cockroaches.

Svengali Serpentine spell interruption.  Inner force field between us broken.  Or was it just punctured? Who knows? I certainly don’t?




Yours Truly,

Red Beryl


Stella By Starlight









While there is still time: Trees, Curators of Time

Trees are keepers of Eons.  They hold the earth’s genetic memory like caves, rocks, boulders and stones. They have seen births, deaths, wars, Lovers, sinners, mourners, celebrants, friends and fiends. Trees are silent yet not so silent witnesses to the passage of time and the secrets of mankind and animals. Along with the rocks, stones, boulders, caves, all flora and fauna are the original ancient libraries.

Akashic records. I await my ascent to astral plains. 

Once Asleep in other lands I will awaken to new life.

Out of dead stumps come new life.

The last recorder of human life. Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust. Covered in shroud. Laid in a pine box.

Trees ~~ Naked and glaring in the winter.  Full and Luscious come summer.

Trees — Speak to the eternity of the Ages. Our connection to the Universe and the Cosmos.

Trees bordering lakes, rivers, beaches, oceans and seas. 

Trees | Multi-Branched Limbs gather up broken souls with tender root tendrils.

Trees lift up their branches in Praise to Almighty God.

Isaiah 55:12

New King James Version (NKJV)

12 “For you shall go out with joy,
And be led out with peace;
The mountains and the hills
Shall break forth into singing before you,
And all the trees of the field shall clap their hands.

Hodgepodge Poetry

Sweet Woodland Nature hiding captured souls. Sparkling early morn glimmer diamond dew stimulates Lightening thunder zap synapses. Shimmer. Exploring deep brain subterranean Archaeological Repositories.

Finding dense Psymbionic Crystal Castles. Hot wood-chips sip Bass Nectar. Beating out ground breaking pinewood tunes. Rescuing me from my Galactic Funk. Yet still wondering Why We kill the ones we Love. Safe Space and Sanctuary are needed on fluctuating earth planes. Don’t Shatter my Peace. Betrothed couples planning married wedded bliss. Later Yield Forever Sleeping Babes in the Woods.  In the forest a Whisper is Louder than a scream.

Every forest land creature came for the Woodland Blessed Sacred Earth Mass. Ceremony, rites and ritual calms troubled souls. Mossy glen altars I can smell the firecrackers in the night air. Populace gathered. Nostrils flaring the High Priestess decides and declares. Scribes Davenie and Dagmar sat poised with mind-generating Quills hovering above tablet-con scrolls.

False Prophet Trembling at the thought that his myth might collapse.

Panthers, Cougars and Mountain Lions calmly grooming themselves by her side. Straight ahead protective eye stares. Solve the riddle of the Sphinx and you shall receive eternal life. Beware the imps and gremlins of the Forest who sell you bursting fresh temptation baskets of produce leading to sin. A Twisted Fairly Tale that springs upon unsuspecting travelers on uncharted territories in mystical clearings. Wickedness never walks alone.

Maternity stroll down Memory Lane.

Ceding ground to no one. Seeding farmland of hungry empty souls. Will these dry bones live? Only time will tell. If one believes the Sainted Oracle. Excuse me Don Cheadle but the Green Man is on the line. Shall I ask him to hold?

Taiga Boreal

My repast. My future. My all consuming desire. O’ Beloved Tree let thy branches and thy roots be my grave markers! I’m Just an Indigo Girl on her way home. Both Banyon and Bodhi point the way.

In the warm summer rain I plant my feet into the soft moist earth and extend my arms, hand and fingers to the sky mimicking my arboreal ancestors.  As I touch the Moon/Sun I touch the earth. Wrap me in your branches. Surround me in your foliage.  Reclaim my soul unto our mutual Creator.

“Trees” Joyce Kilmer poem “I think that I shall never see/A poem lovely as a tree”


Moist. Paper. Shells.

Tree as Protector, Teacher and Friend

A Monster Calls (20160

My cousins and I scattered my Aunt Helen’s ashes by this tree located in Marcus Garvey Park located in Harlem. When my Aunt Helen was growing up in Harlem during the 1920s, 1930s and 1940s this park was known as Mt Morris Park.



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Karma Chameleon | The Daily Post

Karma Chameleon

Reincarnation: do you believe in it?

In my personal opinion as a Christian who is studying Buddhism I think Resurrection and Reincarnation may be two sides of the same coin. Perhaps a combination of both. If I must return in some form I’d like to be a Tree as opposed to coming back as a human or an animal. Also I would not want to return to this earth such as it is. I believe there are other planets and galaxies out there with resonant life forms.

Like Daphne I ran from Death’s sickles and scythe my feet became roots, my legs and chest a strong trunk, my hands, arms and hair branches and leaves.

My sisters and I speared the man creating a copse around his rotting corpse.  He is gone. He is destroyed. Once again the Circle is renewed stronger than before.

I would love to return as a Tree in the primordial rain forests of Pangaea. A Banyan and Bodhi Tree with outstretched branches and roots. Raising my branches and leaves high to the sky worshiping Goddess who took a remnant of the faithful from doomed planet Earth and reformed Gaia in a distant Lunar system to start over to replant earthly extinct flora and fauna for another chance at life.

Long ago in the ascent of Pangaea there were two moons orbiting each other. Then one was thrown out of its natural orbit colliding with the other. At the point of collision dust, seeds and podules rained down on the nascent Pangaea rich fertile womb birthing every species in Gaia’s thoughts, wishes and dreams. Thus was reborn a fresh new start for all sentient beings.

And I the first Tree privy to all the secrets and dream-wishes of Mother Gaia and Daughter Pangaea whisper sweet wisdom throughout the later. Communing with the rushing rivers, succulent seas and teeming oceans life arises through myriad birth canals including the two-legs my caregiver creation to whom I have given dominion and responsibility for every being rooted, creeping, leaping, running and walking. Mark well your 2nd chance Dear two-legs for the land was made for you and you for the land. Keep my Blessing fruitful and well nourished. Cry out to me and the ancient ones will answer for wisdom and knowledge flow within your veins. The Akashic Records are written within your souls, they cry out from my branches, they feed from my roots, they shout from Cave Walls. Listen fleshly souls that your journey on earth may be prosperous in true alignment with time, eternity and space.


Psalm 1 New International Version (NIV)


Psalms 1–41

Psalm 1

Blessed is the one
    who does not walk in step with the wicked
or stand in the way that sinners take
    or sit in the company of mockers,
but whose delight is in the law of the Lord,
    and who meditates on his law day and night.
That person is like a tree planted by streams of water,
    which yields its fruit in season
and whose leaf does not wither—
    whatever they do prospers.

Not so the wicked!
    They are like chaff
    that the wind blows away.
Therefore the wicked will not stand in the judgment,
    nor sinners in the assembly of the righteous.

For the Lord watches over the way of the righteous,
    but the way of the wicked leads to destruction.

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by: Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918)


THINK that I shall never see

A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
“Trees” was originally published in Trees and Other Poems. Joyce Kilmer. New York: George H. Doran Company, 1914.