All posts tagged prayer


Published December 16, 2012 by Sandee


Westboro Baptist church gives Baptists churches a bad name.  Asshats.  I went to church today.  Speaking of hats, a few church ladies still do wear those hats and stuff and they all seemed to be sitting on the left side of the church.  They’re adorable.  Guess what I wore?  A huge pink flamingo hat with purple plumes, a mink stole and white patent leather pumps, three inches high.  I DID NOT wear that!  I wore the same clothes I’ve been wearing all week.  God doesn’t judge me for it so neither should you.

The minister is the best.  I haven’t been there for a couple of years, but I ran there today.  I couldn’t take the shit going on in my head about the children in Newton.  I still haven’t seen one news report or read any media on this.  I’m a mess without it.  When I go to Aol to get email, I look to the right, away from the media crap.  I think the media needs to be pulled in.  I hate them now.

On Saturday, I called my Auntie.  She’s also the best.  She’s a minister.  Really down to earth and like a social worker I guess you could say.  Very easy to talk to.  That helped.

Today Rev. Jessie T. Williams delivered — I tell ya what.  The altar prayer was also amazing.

I’ve mentioned it before that this minister is intellectual, and he definitely has the spirit.  Intellect and spirituality are not mutually exclusive.  Some philosophers will tell you that.

He broke it down today!  I almost feel that what he says coincides with science.

A man came late to the service and sat down between a woman and me.  Not only was he fidgeting the whole time but he was chatty as hell toward the end.  I wonder if he was trying to get his rap on.  All I know is I flew up out of there when it was over — didn’t want to find that out.


Published December 14, 2012 by Sandee

My sister told me.  I had come back from jogging.  I will not turn on the television.  I won’t engage as much as I normally do with the computer.  I’ll be too crippled by images, statements, the media.  I’ve already cried and have suffered from an anxiety attack from this without even watching the news.  I knew it would happen again, and I feared this would happen to the babies.

Gun control.  Yes.  But it’s deeper than that and I don’t give a fuck who criticizes me for it – the way this society is structured, with this economic model – we could have alllllll the gun control we want but there will still be enough sick people out there to figure out how to kill people in other ways.  We generate this particular phenomenon in this society.

First I want to say that my prayers have gone out to these parents, and I’ll pray everyday because I believe in healing energy.  No cosmic Santa Claus will miraculously take away their pain, but I pray that somehow our energy surrounds them and that they are bound together with a spirit that keeps them from crumpling into oblivion.  Because we all need each other. Our energy depends on it.  But we don’t fucking know it and therein lies the problem.

That’s the way it should work.  Ideally.  But ‘Things’, buying ‘Things’, supporting big business by being dependent on ‘Things’ contributes to our own demise.  We’re not taking care of each other.  We’re competing, ostracizing others and filling the spiritual void with material things, and this requires quite a few people to be cut out of the equation, people who are alienated, alone, depressed, apathetic — violent.  I don’t need a motherfucking degree in sociology to tell you this.

The media informs us of what’s going on.  But how much do we need to be informed?  The deluge of information at some point becomes a source of ideas for sick people, as a friend pointed out earlier.  But the media has to make money, money money money, like everyone else in this fucking country.  How long do we have to get beaten in the head before we realize that we’re all contributing to our own demise?  Like, I, said, we’re all connected to each other.  So when you fuck people up the ass you’ll get fucked back in one way shape form or another!

Take an African or Native American proverb and put it on a museum wall.  Awww, how quaint!  Why not take the advice of some of these dismissed and neglected tribes to inform how we go about society in the future?   There are more than enough resources in this country.  It makes no sense that they are distributed by a small percent of greedy, power hungry motherfuckers.

Elevating to a higher consciousness is something that would take a while, so for now I just ask that you keep these families in your hearts.  If necessary go to your local church, temple, or house of spirituality.  Get together, ask for help for these families and for a solution.

But for now we see.  It happens all over the world and we have felt safe.  Now we see how the families of some of these people around the world have felt for a long long time.  But you can’t escape.

Ooooh Hap-py Daaaaay!

Published November 21, 2012 by Sandee

In the shower I backed up and bent down to pick up my wash cloth — good mor-ning sun-shiiiine!  Houston, we’ve just landed on that thing you pull up and push down to get the shower going and shutting off.  Reminds me of the time I took a whore’s bath stooped in the tub.  The faucet was being repaired, so the water just shot out of a hole in the wall in a forceful stream.  I took my time getting it repaired.

Happy discoveries brighten my day.  They are the unguent on which I might slide into the next, freely oiled and beneficent, unarmed and happy, facing beasts, motherfuckers, slimy bastards, and sons of bitches with a smile and a prayer!  Ooooh Hap-py Daaaaay!