April 18 – Daily Feast

April 18 – Daily Feast
The voice of doom is loud in our land. It is predicting unheard of fears and possibilities. But we have the antidote in our mouths – our words. Words are powerful, able to turn away the negative thoughts and words of those who have no purpose but to degrade. We don’t have to let other people decide that we are victims of every attack, every disease, every wrongdoing. Our u in ne tsv (words), say the Cherokees, are mighty to pull down anything or any person that lies in wait to harm us. Life and death are truly in the power of the tongue – and our part is to study the use of words and their effects on us. We know what it is to hear words of courage. It is light entering a dark place and we hear as well as speak.

~ Give ear, I am the mouth of my nation. ~

KIOSATON

‘A Cherokee Feast of Days’, by Joyce Sequichie Hifler

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A Charm To Work Revenge

A Charm To Work Revenge

 
Gather from the hawthorn tree, or from some great-thorned rose, three thorns of noble strength. Set them to steep in an oil of civet, and meanwhile take the heart from a fowl which has been readied for the cooking pot, and seethe it in white vinegar over the fire. When the heart is well-boiled, remove it, and put it into the oil with the thorns, to remain there until the last stroke of midnight, at which moment light three black candles, and soon plunge the three thorns into the heart, with each thrust saying one of these:
 
THIS SHAMES THE DEED
THIS BLAMES THE HAND
THIS BLIGHTS THE HEART
 
Wrap the pierced heart in a scrap of ragged cloth, and dig it a grave in some waste place where weeds flourish and rubbish lies strewn about. This charm so buried is most deadly, and shall bring ruin to its victim that it should not be undertaken without serious consideration of the consequences. The effect may be lessened, and a weaker form of revenge worked upon its object, if the heart, once pierced, be not interred but rather preserved in a small vial of the oil in which it was steeped. Some single misfortune then, and not such dire devastation, shall befall the one in whose name the charm is kept.
 
The Crone’s Book Of Wisdom
Valerie Worth
ISBN 0-87542-892-4

Happy, Happy Thursday! TGIF and a loooong weekend ahead!

Hello world, how are you today? You can definitely tell Summer is here. The temperatures here are almost in the middle 90’s and you can tell it. I have a wonderful case of sun poisoning on my arms. My fault, I am a red-head and we don’t tan. I wouldn’t tan if someone paid me too.  Besides it’s my own darn fault, I was outside for hours playing with the wildcat kittens and no sunscreen nothing on me.  And now I am paying for it. In case, some of you don’t know what sun poisoning is, like my doctor (neurologist). I couldn’t believe it, I had got up and got some of their cool packs and had one on my arm when he came in. He didn’t care but he wanted to know what was wrong with my arm. I told him sun poisoning and he said, “what’s that?” (Hmmm, I thought doctors would know this stuff :s ).  Back to what it is, sorry, sun poisoning doesn’t hurt. It is where you have had excessive amounts of sun in the past and your skin just can’t take anymore rays. Small, prickly bumps pop out on you and it itches like the devil. If you scratch too much, you will have some awful scars left on you when it clears up. I have one down by were my watch will be, that is absolutely horrible. There was three bumps there together and I scratched and scratched and I am going to be left with a bad scar. Enough about sun-poisoning……..

We went yesterday afternoon to release the wildcat kittens. They are finally big enough to care for theirselves and I don’t want to keep them too long. If I do that, they will come to think all humans are friendly and kind and that could be very dangerous for them. Hubby and I loaded the cages on the back of our four-wheelers. We rode to the creek bed. I went to the back to both cages and opened the doors. I walked away and called the cats. One jumped out and followed me a little bit. The other two decided to join their brother. They got to looking around and playing. My hubby told me they would be fine and it was time to go. My eyes swelled with tears and I got on my four-wheeler and started back up the creek. Too my delight and my hubby’s dismay, I felt the back of my wheeler go down and then a thump! I turned around and it was one of the little cats we were trying to release. Hubby stopped and here came the other two just a running. I was so happy, I got down laughing and crying. Hubby walked over to me about half pissed and asked me, “what now?”  I told him that I guessed we would have to bring them out more and more to reintroduce them to the wild. So we shut the cage doors and off we traveled. I cried all the way back but I didn’t let hubby see me. They were tears of joy, I have become so attached to these three little guys it ain’t even funny. To a person who has never worked with wild animals, you might not understand how you can fall in love with some of the most vicious animals on the planet. It just happens. The more you are around the animal, the more you start to become attached even while they are showing their teeth at you, lol! Then the animal starts to trust you, cuddle up beside you and then you know, in that animal’s own special way they love you too. It is a wonderful experience that I wish everyone would have at least once. Maybe then, there wouldn’t so much cruelty and killing of these precious creatures.

*Personal Note*

I have never mentioned it but I foster animals for two local clinics. I have fostered about everything under the sun except snakes. No snakes, never!