I just found out that one of my oldest friends is having a malignant tumor removed from her brain Wednesday. (Parietal lobe, it’s affecting speech, writing, typing, spelling. “YOU would hate this,” she wrote me.)
Please send prayers, good thoughts, shamanic healings, spells, magic pixie dust and whatever else you can think of her way. A world without her in it would really suck.
If you were a Satanist who already sold your soul to the devil, and you wanted to work your way into the United States Congress to do his bidding, wouldn’t it be a devilishly clever idea to throw people off the trail by saying you “used” to be a witch? Because of course people would “assume” (and you know what they say about “assume”) you’d found Jesus and were washed in the blood of the Lamb — but what if you were, you know, literally washed in the blood of the lamb…. on a Satanic altar?
This would surely explain a lot. After all, she had no luck in her previous runs for office — yet she suddenly knocks out a popular, long-time incumbent. They say it was the success of the Tea Party — but what if she sold her soul to Satan? After all, once you’ve invited the devil into your soul, does he ever really leave?
I’m not one to spread political gossip, of course, but someone did tell me he went through her campaign finance reports and there was apparently a big fat check to Hogwarts. Tuition? I’m just sayin’.
Does she float? Because if she floats, that means she’s made of wood… and you know what that means!
I must have missed this story the first time around (either that, or I passed on it because I’d already hit my daily despair quotient). But my God, how horrifying. Go read.
I’m not really a joiner, but some of my friends were close to Sufi teacher Bawa Muhaiyaddeen during his life here in Philadelphia and benefited from his teachings: