Monthly Archives: March 2025

Ferry to the West!

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A quiet journey on noisy machines across still waters brings forth contemplation and connection with the Divine thru nature

Gazing west across the Salish Sea to the Olympics from aboard the MV Issaquah. My car, a blue Ford Taurus Wagon from the turn of this new century, sits over on picture right with a chock block wedged against the tires. It’s 09:36 on a cold, clear Saturday morning on the 5th of December 2009. Love being out here amidst open water, mountains, sky, the early morning sun, and a Waning Gibbous Moon still high in the sky. The Moon was full just three days earlier.

Cruising across Puget Sound, a major arm of the Pacific’s Salish Sea, on currently calm waters. In the quietness, even with the clanging chugging of the old ferry ship, built and launched in 1979, I felt open to the sacredness of nature and felt the presence of the Divine itself. Nature has been my church of sorts ever since boyhood.

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Sometimes in quiet moments

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On “hearing the Call” beyond prayer and meditation

I hear the call. Perhaps best to say I sense the pull of a call. Feel the pulling of it, a calling that groans as it waits for me to respond before I run away into death. At first glance it feels energetically as a call to ministry, to be a pastor to the people for God.

Am not clear exactly what this call is. It is clearly spiritual, mystical, divinely directed. By The One God above all other gods and goddesses? Or by those spirit guides and guardian angels? My spirit guides and guardian angels? Do such spiritual beings exist? I know they do, but how many? Are they one and the same? How many deities are truly divine aspects of a greater Oneness we call God, a god without gender or ethnicity or even good pronouns? How many deities are biological entities from other planets, dimensions, and vibrational densities our awed ancestors erroneously deified in our long ago past? Or perhaps these “aliens” fooled us? Deceived us? Continue reading →

Fentanyl Sunshine Bible Man

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Another Seattle urban vignette…with pictures

Didn’t shoot any fotos this particular day, but shot this of new development along Thomas Street from another sunny day from the 27th of February 2025 was much like today’s happy blue skies. A passenger jet heads south towards SeaTac.

Saturday the First of March was a glorious, sunny day towards the end of a strange, whiplashed Winter. Even texted my wife, Faithlyn, I was “Off the bus & walking to work. It’s gorgeous outside!”

“Enjoy!” She replied.

Strode east down and up Thomas Street thru the South Lake Union neighborhoods. Used to be called the Cascade area until wealthy developers changed everything up again before the Great Recession and the Covid Pandemic further disrupted and perturbed this part of Seattle. The distance from where I hop off the notorious E-Line down from Shoreline on 7th just off Aurora/99 to where I work at the Downtown Seattle REI store is about 3/4s or 4/5s of a mile long.

Passed Kati Vegan Thai restaurant and approached the local Cascades Pea Patch gardens and city park. A obviously homeless White man sat on a park bench in the sunshine. He’s twisted off to the side like a pretzel. Sigh. It occurs when an drug addict bent over in the “fentanyl fold” sits down. His buttocks were exposed. They glowed a bright clown red more from cold and chafing than from any sunburn. Seems so many “folded people” can’t keep their pants up. That’s why they often walk with their legs bowed out like a crab scuttling sideways to keep their britches partway up over their thighs. He’s loving the sunshine, tho. He’s sprawled crooked across the park bench sunning himself like a sea lion atop a rocky beach. Continue reading →

Flying past Neptune

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A shorty short story

Sam fell off the pier into the swampy lake, and an alligator bit him in the ass. Thank god Sam was wearing baggy britches, so baggy they looked like Granny bloomers had a three-way with a pair of harem pants and old, beat-up jeans. Unfortunately for Sam, however, he was wearing this abominable unorthodoxy mass of pants belted down low, low hanging low. Just a cut above his knees. Alligator got himself a butt burger! Except Sam was blessed with a scrawny li’l ass with buttcheeks poking out like the bent-up lids of old mayonnaise jars. The man did love his notorious, three-way love feasts. Brilliant fellow, indeed, Sam was. Is.

The alligator let go and thrashed about in the water as if trying to rinse its mouth out. Sam quickly stroked thru the grass and lily pads to shore and pulled himself up on the bank. Blood oozed from the gashes across his bony li’l butt. Blood trailed out back out into the lake. Looked more like raw crude oil than bright red blood.  Continue reading →

Misheard a Coworker

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“Misheard” is a form of the verb, “mishear,” meaning to misunderstand another person, to hear incorrectly, to mistakenly or fail to hear accurately. ~ from a collage of definitions within The Free Dictionary online.

 

Strode in thru the Employees Only entrance to work and marched up to the main counter there in Reception/Admin to check today’s work schedules. Brant, one of the star anchors, was hanging up el telefono. Well, he’s on a headset for his job, so he completed the call. 

“Dog lying bitch,” I heard him say.

Whoa! I thought to myself as such behavior is so unlike Brant. He is professional and comes off publicly as calm, unruffled, as cool as a cat wearing sunglasses up on a warm tin roof on a sunny day in May. Underneath he’ll stew and simmer a little bit, but, hey, he checks it. He checks it!

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