Tag Archives: Goddess and Home

Vesta Image

I have enrolled a new image for The Seminary of Praying Mantis. She is Vesta.

“In her role as sister. Vesta represents the principle of focus and commitment. She functions as autonomous self-identity transforming creative energies into purifying and integrating personal circuitry.” ~ Demetra George & Douglas Bloch

Lucy sings

Marjorie Main playing the character Lucy in the 1939 film The Women

The Women is a film that I adore every time I watch it. It does not have one man in the film. These women spend their time talking about men, competing for men, and divorcing and remarrying men. All the female characters in this film are delightful. The women are in love and out of love, nasty and catty.  Their current 1939 fashion is wonderful. A very clever film for women from the 1930s. A different culture for sure and some undercurrents that are questionable by today’s standards, but overall a delight time to jump in and have some real fun with these gals.

My favorite character from this film is Lucy. She runs a ranch in Reno for women who are in the process of divorcing their husbands. What brought out this little review is a song that Lucy sings in the film and it goes like this…

Lucy: [singing] If the ocean was whiskey, and I was a duck, I’d dive to the bottom, and never come up. Oh baby, oh baby, I’ve told you before, the more I drink whiskey, I love you the more! Oh baby, oh baby…

This morning while cooking up the chili, peppers and more this song came blaring out of my mouth. I usually call my bursts of activity around the house as taking out little cat Z from under my hat. (Dr. Seuss) Today I was singing Lucy’s song.

“Oh baby, oh baby…”

Lucy sings it with a crescendo and high pitch. My guys and cats were twitching their ears and wondering what the hell got into mama this morning.

“Oh baby, oh baby, I’ve told you before, the more I drink whiskey, I love you the more! Oh baby, oh baby…”

If you have viewed the film, you know what I am talking about!!!

 


Mavericks of Night Fever

Here comes one of those narrowing openings. A flash from my past. All initiated by a song. Youngest told oldest son to play some Bee Gees.  Oldest son was driving so he did. The song came on and while sitting in the back of the car it happened.

Lynn 1977. She took me to see Saturday Night Fever in Westwood, CA. The late night showing of the film. A long drive at night. We had the night fervor of youth and freedom flowing through our blood.  It was a fantastic time to be young.

Disco, new wave, rock and punk were merged tight as the proverbially creative spark upon the music scene unknown.

“Those who tune in with its powers will be mavericks who will drag us into the new era…” ~ Uranus the planet insight quote .





 

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The Daily “FUCK” Gazette: Dianne Feinstein the Tiara Queen Bitch !!

Dianne Feinstein Rules

Dianne Feinstein Rules

Dianne Feinstein Rules

Is she a strong woman or is she just a strong human being ?! I say both. We at Flopside COmics don’t like separating the men from the women but in this case just once we agree that she is one hell of a dame. Thank You !!!

The Flopside Comic

Woman of the Century…. here we gave her a Tiara !!


https://www.feinstein.senate.gov/public/index.cfm/


Second Winter Wonderland Poem, Saturn and Chiron and Beyond


Astronomical, astrological, metaphysical ~ trinity.  Saturn: Time, Philyra: Form and Chiron: Solar egg sack.


It seems that people
are talking about…

Saturn on steroids
since ascending
to the high land of his home.
As Capricorn alerts the master !

Chiron to take  on the power
A healing of this shadowy world …
much more beyond our knowing.

I am not worried
because of my years of
friendship with Saturn and Chiron

Education and evaluation
I am stimulated with wonder and energy.

Keeping myself grounded
becoming impassioned  with life.

Hudley Stencil of Chiron 1994


The Unscene Flopside Comics…

A New Year humorous fart in the wind… three of those terrible stupid dumb ass bubble gum comics still making the unscene…

Trumpty dumpty 001 (3)

“Trumpty Dumpty is about to fall… ” said Mr. Shit …. Flopiside Comics

https://hudleyflipside.com/2017/09/16/the-fuck-gazette-vol-two-number-four-trumpty-dumpty/


The Trump Cards Bubble Gum Flopside Comics

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The Trump Cards Bubble Gum Comics 001

Have fun and laugh all day… lol


Be More Than An asshole Trump Bubble Gum President

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Trump is An Asshole Flopside Comic 001


Terrible Death

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The died A Terrible Death Flopside Comic 001


First Winter Wonderland Poem, Neptune in Cancer!



I was thinking how Crones,
older women,
are not as influenced
by the cycles of the Moon!

I look back over
my feminine life
Seeing how unconsciously
I was driven.

Influenced by the phases
of the Moon,
my powerfully changing hormones!
Best described as chemical slavery.

A female body
a lunar ebb and flow alignment
with the continuity of our Moon!
I now see it also as a partial 
cultural brainwashing where; 
sex, power, and self-worth, 
is somehow all tied together!

Yes, Crones have desires 
needs of love and intimacy
I have come to experience
Crones are no longer ruled
by the cycles of the Moon
or our hormones!

There is the higher octave
of the Moon,
known as planet Neptune 
dancing with the astrological 
sign of Cancer
I join in this brightly aware dance!

The flutter of hormones 
emotional ways become silent
to the constant
moving river of insight!

For Crones
our external beauty wanes
our internal beauty waxes
as a luminous pearl
I embrace my pearl.

Consciously I slough off
many burdensome illusions
This is the correct time
An ongoing relationship
Between psyche and the cosmos.

slid down for kicks

Topanga is the name given to the area by the Native American indigenous Tongva tribe,[7] and may mean “a place above.”

I learned to accept the major changes in my home town! The food mall galore stands where I once played miniature golf! The humongous blue slide where we slid down for kicks is gone too ! It is invisible now! Instead my mind now views the Chinese sushi restaurant where I sit with my kids !  Maybe the place where wild animals once gathered!  Gathering years before us! Underneath lies the multilayered changing earth; holding lots of fossils and maybe our cherished  lizard people!


Yesterday’s weirdness is tomorrow’s reason why. ~Hunter S. Thompson


Christmas day 2017 no cars in the street… big deal…

Anyway , I was admiring the empty Topanga Blvd! Remnant of my cherished  youthful days! The ’60s and ’70s are no more but memory time ! 

Now real-time with Son two and one 2017


Math computer science music… stress-less….


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Last Autumn Magic poem 8~ not doing either !

 

Our government is having 
a bad time relating,
The Republicans and Democrats 
are not even debating,
The rich get richer
the poor get poorer.

The sweet is sweeter
the sour is sourer.

If you want me to relate to you
try relating to me
I can let you go.

I can stop relating
I can stop relating.

  Contrary is the music
  the holiday singing
  relating and caring
  hoping and sharing!

Yet our government is 
not doing either
  no hoping and no sharing.



 

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Age a Gift to us…

“In the creative process. Maintain your artistic tenacity and courage despite any criticism or disapproval, or influence of social prejudices or market pressures.”~ The William Blake Tarot Cards.


My aged mind and heart reflect: Watch, pay attention, reception… leave space for information to enter your mind… wild old woman…give away what you learned from life…digested experience is wisdom.

Age is a gift to me. As my mom told me once, “Holly, I Look in the mirror and I see an old woman but I feel as young as ever on the inside.” Now I understand what she meant.


Oldest son is busy these days. His time is valuable. Yet when he was a child I remember every December 1st was the day that we put up holiday decorations. It was an event of thrill and joy. Now he has only a short time to talk and off he goes. I would not have it any other way.  My twenties were very busy as well !

We are now living in an age of hostile takeover by a very conservative group of powerful people. I think of the 1920s throughout the 1930s. Prohibition, gangsters and the great wall street crash of 1929.

The shadow is let loose… release the Kraken.


“You are fettered,” said Scrooge, trembling. “Tell me why?”
“I wear the chain I forged in life,” replied the Ghost. “I made it link by link, and yard by yard; I girded it on of my own free will, and of my own free will I wore it.”
― Charles DickensA Christmas Carol



 

 

 

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