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It has been a month of cat drama for me. After having to put my beloved Kiki down in July, I "adopted" one of my feral kittens, Shadow, from the back yard. Since he let me touch him and pet him while eating, I picked him up in late July, put him in a carrier, and took him to the veterinarian. He had a bad flu and was scrawny. The vet confirmed he was wormy, gave him some meds and immunizations, and we were on our way. The original plan was to let him go in the yard again once his kitty flu was gone and he was old enough to neuter.

Shadow is the son of Miss Blondie Piggy, a feral who has been frequenting the house since we moved in and started feeding the neighborhood animals. Piggy was the bane of our local trap neuter release person because she had litters of kittens year after year and could not be caught. In July I bought and started trapping with a Tomahawk drop trap. It did the trick: I caught Piggy within ten minutes of setting the trap out. After I caught her, the TNR person got her spayed. We had hopes of keeping her in the house because she seems to like me. Here's a photo of her briefly in my house. She was not happy!



Piggy jumped at the window, hoping it was open, and nearly taking these blinds down in the process.



Because it wasn't working out, I set Piggy free. By the next morning she was back in the yard, eating.

Then it was time to catch the last of my colony: Shadow's twin brother, Silhouette.



Unlike his brother, Silhouette never let me come near him. I drop box trapped him about a week after his mom was returned home. All went well until I took him to the same vet where his brother had been healed. We got to the vet, he let me handle him for about a minute, then he got spooked and bit my hands severely.

Luckily I treated my hands in time, thanks again to the TNR person's advice. I soaked my injured hands in very warm Betadine water (water with lots of Betadine in it) for 20 minutes 3 times a day for several days. I also got some antibiotics from my husband's doctor the next day.

My hands healed within about a week.

Little Silhouette, like his mother, was also unfit for indoor life. I turned him over to my TNR person and she got him neutered. Within a week, he too was back in the yard, eating breakfast and dinner every day.

Tommy (orange kitty) is also Miss Piggy's son. He was one of my first captures, and was the second feral to let me touch him and pet him. The first one was a gray and white cat I named Sir Puss in Boots, and he let me pet him one day and would cry for me outside the door every morning and night after that, wanting to be fed, played with, and touched. The only reason I didn't take him inside was because Kiki was still alive and she had always been a solitary cat who wanted me all to herself. Sir Puss and Boots disappeared one day, never to be seen by me again. I believe he was one of the renter neighbor's cats and they moved away. Please keep him in your prayers.

This is Tommy, who loves to play with Kiki's old toys and to be petted.



Shadow is doing really well inside the house.  He's inquisitive, bold, funny, mischievous, and fearless.  He can be quite a brat and has gotten a few time outs.  Overall, he's a sweet boy.  He was just neutered last Tuesday.  He did calm down a bit with the neuter.  He still has mad kitten energy.  I pity the mice who try to get into the house this winter...




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I'll be doing an Open Post next week. I'm thinking I'll be pushing Open Posts to the first week of the month after that as well. I'd like to take this Wednesday's spot for the sequel to last week's Fate of the Vaxxed Ogham reading.

Last week's reading and the video I posted about Dr. Sean Brooks engaging in (hopefully) dramatic/hyperbolic vax-apocalypse predictions drew ire from factions who employed some choice logical fallacies in an effort to pretend what I was saying shouldn't be considered or thought about. One otherwise-intelligent commenter thought maybe neither JMG nor I should do divinations on vaccinated people in general due to our bias and the other employed a straw man argument in an attempt to kill the messenger; the message being that the vaxxed might experience a die-off worse than what is already being reported all over social media.

In short, my Ogham are not predicting a generally good outcome for the approximately 2 billion people on this planet who have gotten vaccinated against COVID-19. They gave me three ill-dignified cards in reference to them as of October 20. Does the generic bad fate mean every vaxxed person is going to die a la what Dr. Brooks claims? Of course not. Does it mean that I want the vaxxed to suffer or they are possessed by demons? Of course not. I want all humans to have medical choice and sovereignty over their own bodies. I do not want anyone to be threatened with confinement to an isolated space, loss of livelihood, or penalized for retaining that sovereignty. That is all. I know the vaxxed may feel attacked by me because I have mentioned that I believe there is negative karma associated with the vaxx. Remember I have not said I know this is going to happen: I could be wrong. If I wanted to hex large numbers of vaxxed people, the Kimberly of 10 years ago probably could have done a fine job of it. I don't do that anymore. So no need to worry. The vaxxed may be hexed, but I can guarantee it did not come from me.

To anyone reading this: I COULD BE WRONG.  I am not an authority on anything except music theory, and I am not the world's foremost genius even where that is concerned.  Take everything I say with many grains of salt.  If reading things you disagree with on the internet triggers you, please go find a quiet corner, have a beverage, and relax.  Maybe pick up the guitar or learn how to crochet.  Cook yourself a tasty meal.  Take your mind off of it.   Capiche?  

As for the unvaxxed, overall it will get harder before it gets easier. I did a reading covering three months: the state of the unvaxxed for September 20, October 20, and November 20. Here is what my Ogham had to say:

By September 20, not much will have changed for the unvaxxed. We (I am proudly unvaxxed and will stay that way until I die, one way or the other) drew three cards.

For the first or most immediate position, the unvaxxed drew Coll or Wisdom ill-dignified. When Coll is ill-dignified, it signifies a couple of potentials on the spectrum of imbalance. Swing too hard in one direction and you get wasted wisdom, otherwise known as "pearls before swine". That is what we have right now. Mountains of evidence that vaccines either don't work or worse yet cause irreparable harm, endless TikTok videos and Facebook posts (look up the hashtags #realnotrare and #protectmychildren on FB) documenting the horrible side effects of vaccines, including death, yet the average person still thinks the nice man on TV is right and that COVID is killing more of the unvaxxed than the vaxxed. The other direction is just as terrible, an "ignorance is better than knowledge" as the entire medical industry and immunizations in general are now suspect. We run a real risk of throwing out the baby with the bathwater. Allopathic medicine should not be entirely deep-sixed -- not all Progress is bad. But I suppose that's material for a future essay.

For the Situation position of September 20, the unvaxxed drew Uilleand or Generosity ill-dignified. This is the beginning of thin and hard times for many of the unvaxxed, who are losing their livelihoods and homes as the vaxxed pile into mandates and increase peer pressure on anyone who doesn't join the MRNA test subject group. Videos are popping up all over social media of farmers saying how various world governments are paying them to destroy crops and threatening them with fines if they don't comply... a strategy that must sound familiar by now. I highly recommend that anyone reading this go out and buy some staples such as beans, rice, first aid, and pet food because I believe we are looking down the barrel of a Great Depression the likes of which most of us have not seen in our lifetimes. This is not reason to panic, but it is reason to pray and to cultivate friendships everywhere. We are going to need each other.

For the Karma or Outcome, the unvaxxed drew Saille or Sensitivity well-dignified. This is interesting because the vaxxed drew it ill-dignified in their reading last week as a karmic outcome. Saille is flexibility, the ability to "bend like the willow" and not to break when storms snap maple branches and decimate old oaks. The unvaxxed will be OK, because from the looks of things, they will have their health. As I have often said, you can afford the $400 champagne but if you need a nurse to help you painfully sip it from a straw, it's not worth the powder to blow it to hell. There is nothing more precious than health. Health is worth more than money; guard it well.

As of October 20, the unvaxxed are in an enviable place, especially in comparison to the vaxxed who draw three ill-dignified cards for that date. All three cards were well-dignified.

The first immediate You card is of interest because it is Ur. Ur means Intimacy. The unvaxxed will start gaining the upper hand, and this will be via the secrets it has up its sleeve. I have no idea what kind of secrets. It's possible that since the unvaxxed tend to be more spiritual than the vaxxed (again, don't go taking that statement personally, I'm applying it to billions of people) they will gain the favor of certain gods.

For the Situation October 20, the unvaxxed get Ngetal. Ngetal means Hygiene and straight up refers to health. As I was saying, health is worth far more than money and those who have it eventually wield the power. It looks like as of late October, the healthiness of the unvaxxed might become apparent. It will be good if this happens, because if the greater masses realize that the vax is potentially dangerous and media can no longer cover up the dangers, the pressure will dissipate and the vax-harassers in high places will have no choice but to stop.

For the Outcome of October 20, the unvaxxed get Quert or Delight. Quert is symbolized by the Apple, making it a tree of both ingenuity and gratitude. Most likely the unvaxxed will have a reason to celebrate by October 20, despite everything else potentially going to hell in a hand basket.

This brings us to the third leg of my reading, my forecast for the unvaxxed November 20. I think we may have a Great Depression by then. I hope to gods I am wrong.

By November 20, the unvaxxed have a mixed bag. 

The first card the unvaxxed get is Straif or Resilience well-dignified. Times will be hard, but if we have the most precious thing in the world, our health, we can lead the way with a bit of green wizardry, a dash of scrappiness, and a gigaton of compassion. When the going gets tough, the tough get going. Let's put that old adage to work.

The second card the unvaxxed draw is Fearn ill-dignified. Fearn means Guidance. This one has me worried. Hard times are ripe for demagoguery. The Left has its useful idiots but the Right is where things could get Pol Pot scary. Fearn could mean a charismatic leader popping out of the shadows or a complete void of any decent leadership like we have now.

The third and final card in this series for November 20 is Duir or Gifts (Oak) ill-dignified. Duir really doesn't have a bad side in my system, and ill-dignified means that the unvaxxed will either be obliged to pay forward its gifts in the form of compulsive generosity or that it will receive a great gift. This is the big hint from my Ogham that we need to forgive the vaxxed no matter how badly we think they've collectively ruined our lives. If they truly have earned bad karma, then the gods will handle it and we fellow humans can consider ourselves excused. When push comes to shove, let's always maintain the high ground and lend a helping hand. Do unto others, even when it means putting pride and ego on a shelf.








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 Sounds like hyperbole to me.  Nevertheless, he's got a lot of credentials.

https://www.bitchute.com/video/Ra6Q3jXUMOMz/

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My Ogham have given me the green light to chime in with their opinion of what is going to happen to people who have taken the various MRNA Covid vaccines.  Before I get to the reading, please allow me to explain my own biases so you may have a chance of deciphering how much of what they are saying is colored by my leanings and how much is greater forces using me as a communication channel.

 

I am anti-vaccine and I won’t be choosing to take one, even if I am forced to be homeless and destitute.  I believe the current COVID predicament is a symptom of the war between the lower classes and the Professional Managerial Class (heretofore referred to as the PMC) and that COVID hysteria is a symptom of the PMC’s Progress Narrative/religion of Progress breaking down.  I believe that the karma of those who choose or are pressured into being vaccinated is generally bad, meaning that choosing to be part of the vaccinated wave makes an individual partially responsible for the deleterious effects of that wave, just as those who were pressured to turn in their neighbors during the Stalin era suffered the karma of those who rat out their neighbors.  Naturally, those who refused to rat out their neighbors at the price of their own heads have a different karma than those who toppled at the first hint of a strong breeze.  At least that is my opinion.  Karma is a spectrum and it’s one I’m mostly blind to.  All of the above is a shot-in-the-dark guess and as I always say, I could be wrong.

 

The forces who speak through my Ogham are nowhere near as flawed, confused, or angry as I am about the current predicament, so please don’t hesitate to rely on your own better instincts to interpret the meaning of the reading below.

 

I used a nine card reading to divine what was going to happen in three month’s time.  In my system of Ogham reading, there are three potentials for any tree letter: Balanced or well-dignified, ill-dignified dearth which means a lack of the Ogham force in question, or ill-dignified excess which means an unhealthy surplus of the Ogham force in question.  If the card is ill-dignified, it is up to the reader to figure out what kind of imbalance is taking place and when.  Dearth and excess of an Ogham force can often manifest simultaneously or in rapid swings like a mania, but a state of balance is always central and unified.

 

If you’d like more insight into the way I read each card, please visit my website A Druid Ogham.  I do free Ogham readings every Monday which are archived under the Ogham tag on this blog.

 

I asked a blunt question to my Ogham as you can see in my journal scribbles (provided you can read my handwriting… apologies to you and Mrs. Wild who taught me cursive in the second grade) and that question was “What is the fate of the vaxxed?” by three dates: August 20, September 20, and October 20.  

 

For their fate by August 20, my Ogham gave three cards.

 

For the most immediate or general state of the vaccinated, they gave me Mór or Sea Change, ill-dignified.  This is ominous because in my system, Mór is talking about big changes that are as impassable as the movement of oceans.  Ill-dignified indicates that the vaccinated are in big trouble and cannot do anything to change what they’ve injected into their bodies at this point.  There is also the herd logic and a huge push to get vaccinated, especially in countries where the Professional Managerial Class is losing its stranglehold.  Panic among the people who dwell in offices continues to escalate and there is the sense of a horrible game of musical chairs where everybody loses and the music is always louder, faster, and scarier with every click of the minute hand.

 

For the Situation of the vaccinated as of August 20, they gave me Tinne or Defense well-dignified.  For now, the cracks in the dam are hidden and the trains are still running on time.  The vaccinated are sitting pretty, and at this point there is still plausible deniability where vaccine related adverse events are concerned.  The powers pushing the vaccine are still extremely powerful, and the Narrative they live by is still opaque and largely unquestioned.  The vaccinated have put the unvaccinated in a peer pressure cooker and the lid is on tightly.  

 

For the Outcome of vaccinated as of August 20, the Ogham give Huath or Obstacles well-dignified.  Huath points to a hard challenge that can only be overcome one way, and that way is through.  Most people who have gotten the vaccine are fine — I believe the vaccine itself is the challenge the Ogham is talking about as it seems to kill and maim at a rate of three to five percent within the first few months.  This is a number fairly congruent to what VAERS is reporting.  The other 97%, however, don’t have too many immediate problems and that’s the whopping majority.  Anecdotally, I’ve heard that several people who got the vaccine in my area died (dismissed and ignored as something else, of course) and a handful of young men dropped dead of heart attacks after getting it.  Other than that, the people I know who got the vaccine are alive and well.  The vaccinated do have weird auras.  I cannot see auras, but I am extremely sensitive to them.  Being in close proximity to vaccinated people gives me aches, pains, sneezing, coughing, and insomnia.  

 

By September 20, my Ogham gave me three more cards concerning the fate of the vaccinated.

 

For their general or most immediate state, the Ogham provided Ur or Intimacy ill-dignified.  By September 20, the vaccinated will have great trouble in two different aspects of intimacy.  One is that the furore over vaccines will break apart families, friends, and communities as people are segregated into Vax/No Vax warring camps, this is expected because it has already been well under way.  The other aspect of Intimacy is the ability to keep a secret.  My thoughts are that the vaccinated will not be able to keep the secret of bad vaccine side effects much beyond the September 20 date.  The Narrative will begin to show visible fissures at that point, which isn’t good because people will become even more psychotic than usual.  

 

For the Situation, the Ogham give Oír or Epiphany well-dignified.  Oír is the lighting strike of truth that illuminates the dark sky and shows the way around the stupid and the obstinate.  For this reason, it’s potentially unpleasant as any truth can be.  The truth will be revealed, for better or for worse, and by September 20, my Ogham say the vaccinated will know one way or another if they’ve damned themselves and to some extent how badly.  The problem here of course is if we get business as usual and 97% of the vaccinated have little to no adverse reactions, the push for everyone on the planet to become vaccinated will be tidal.  The unvaccinated are truly between a rock and a hard place: Road A has our friends and relatives dying en masse like the Black Plague and Road B has us forced into internment camps and forced to trade painkillers for automobile repair on the black market.  I do hope there is a Road C, but let’s get back to the vaccinated.

 

For the Outcome, they gave Duir or Oak well-dignified.  Duir is a welcome reprieve here.  There may be a way out that is beneficial for everyone.  Duir is Gifts and divine intervention.  It is possible the vaccinated, upon seeing whatever bitter truth was revealed by the Oîr influence, may be given a cure or a method to avoid triggering the side effects of the MRNA vaccines.  Or maybe some world event will take the pressure off so that people can decide what is best for themselves and not be bullied or threatened into being vaccinated.  I pray that Duir will come to pass. 

 

By October 20, my Ogham predict three imbalanced cards in reference to the vaccinated. 

This is as bad of a reading as my Ogham can give, so despite my schadenfreude impulses, I will not be celebrating if this dire coda to the reading comes to pass.  

 

For the most immediate aspect of the vaxxed, the card given is Fearn or Bridge ill-dignified.  Fearn when not in balance talks about loss of faith, bad gurus, and solipsism gone septic.  I believe my Ogham are saying that the side effects of the vaccine will begin their avalanche by late October.  Of course the natural reaction will be to point fingers at scapegoats.  Anthony Fauci, Joe Biden, and various governors would do well to disappear into underground bunkers if the poop really hits the fan.  Part of me hopes that the Narrative will have collapsed by October 20, but the other part of me recoils in dread because a collapsing Narrative means the lunatics will be frothing at the mouth, and those lunatics will be dangerous.

 

For the Situation, they give Beith or Beginnings ill-dignified.  This one is icky… something horrible is being born.  It could also be a hint to waves of miscarriages and infertility caused by the vaccines. Personally I think that someday the COVID vaccines will be considered worse than Thalidomide.  Beith in this dignity gives the sickening impression of the beginning of ADE, otherwise known as antibody dependent enhancement.  

 

For the Outcome, the Ogham remain pessimistic.  They provide Saille or Willow.  Saille means Flexibility or Sensitivity.  When it is ill-dignified, the implications on human health are bad.  I believe the card is ruled by Aphrodite and its imbalances pertain to her absence or worse, her wrath.  Pain is the most basic imbalance of Sensitivity.  Numbness is the other extreme, and of course in a sinister instance of synchronicity, numbness is a common symptom of stroke.  I will have to meditate a great deal more on why the Ogham chose Saille as a final cadence to this reading.  I think they are trying to warn the vaccinated to try to reach out to Aphrodite and God/gods in general now, before things go south.  

 

These are dark times.  I believe my Ogham are giving us all a warning — they’re usually more gentle than this.  I welcome opinions but be warned I will use my discretion as always.


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Sun Tzu opens this chapter by revisiting the idea that commanding a large number of troops is like commanding a few.  He implies that success in many ventures depends on assigning the right person to the right task, which is an area where American business model has utterly failed.  Think of all the liberal arts majors who ended up with useless college degrees and how most of their talents have been wasted in a string of dead end office and service jobs -- rarely was any one of them trained for the exact job they ended up doing.  Multiply the disillusioned collegiate by millions and we have the smoking wreck that is the American office, a scene I would have happily been homeless to avoid after having a taste of it in my tender years after graduating musical college.



Sun Tzu continues by talking about the power of the orthodox and the unorthodox.  In business, the orthodox boils down to the Golden Rule: do unto others, don’t screw those you are working with, treat your customers and workers fairly.  This rule applies whether you are a struggling small business owner like me or a corporate giant.  The unorthodox part is what we do within the confines of those rules.  Innovating a better product or service is unorthodox.  Figuring out ways to make workers productive and happy, something which lacks greatly in the American office cesspool, requires unorthodox thinking.  Once the structure is erected, then we get to play.



Sun Tzu says: “The notes do not exceed five, but the changes of the five notes can never be fully heard."  Rules and structure are essential in work and in music.  The saddest, most unintentionally funny musical abortions of all time are atonal music and its idiot nephew, musique concrete.  Atonal music is the ultimate cart before the horse.  When early 20th century edgelords attempted to re-invent chromaticism by forcing a structure where coherent melodic and harmonic patterns could not exist, they made the musical equivalent of Cecilia Jimenez’s ruined Jesus.





For those who aren’t aware of the story, Jimenez was 81 years old at the time she volunteered to restore her church’s fresco portrait of Jesus.  By the time she was done with it, Jesus looked like a ten year old’s impressionistic canvas of Cornelius from Planet of the Apes.  To add insult to injury, Jimenez arrogantly refused to apologize for her aberration in any significant manner and asked for a chunk of the profits from tourists who paid to gawk at the ruined artwork.  



Limits make for beautiful art, and the limits of fresco are especially severe.  Fresco is a weird set of techniques that cannot be mastered without at least 10,000 hours of training; I think it is safe to say these are hours Jimenez did not put in during her eight decades on the planet.




Just be glad she didn't get a chance to "restore" this one...

In Western music, we have a twelve note scale and what boils down to three main chords, I, IV, and V.  The atonalists Berg, Schoenberg, and Webern thought they were being clever when they “broke” tonality by forcing a new form of music composition called serial music.  Serial music is composition via tone rows, which takes Math for Dummies and applies it to the 12 note scale to deliberately randomize it.  The result is music without coherence that always sounds like a horror movie soundtrack no matter what instruments are used to create the piece.  Musique concrete is almost always a bunch of random creepy haunted house sounds interspersed with the computerized version of intestinal gas.  That is to say, it sucks.


“Thus the strategic configuration of power of those that excel in warfare is sharply focused, their constraints are precise," says Sun Tzu. 

The beauty of a John Prine song is its limits.  The chords he plays on his guitar aren’t especially exotic.  Every now and then he’ll use a secondary dominant, but that’s a common enough chord usage that it is featured in Jingle Bells and Happy Birthday.  His whole illustrious career, from its beginnings in the Chicago suburb of Maywood to his death in Nashville, was based on singing while strumming a guitar.  Like a fellow music icon, Johnny Cash, he wasn’t a fan of overcomplexity.  Prine’s unorthodoxy was his especially beautiful voice, exquisitely crafted lyrics, and the X factor.  The X factor, that undefineable je ne sai quois that makes John Prine’s music great, is what he did within the strict confines of song form.  His music may have been quieter and less edgy than Berg’s screechy operas and Schaefer’s sampled train commute, but he knew instinctively that limits are power, and for that, Prine’s songs are much more likely to survive into the distant future... thank the gods! 


 
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Shadow

Aug. 4th, 2021 10:46 am
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This little guy came into my life about ten days ago. His name is Shadow, or more specifically Shadow Shadilay Sniffles Spazzimodo Steele. He is a formerly feral cat from my backyard.  We feed and water a small colony of ferals outside my house every day.  My husband built a rather elaborate heated shelter for them to get through our Illinois winters.  

As you guys know, I recently had to have my beloved kitty Kiki of fifteen years put down because she had kidney and liver failure. I am still devastated and in mourning, and that's why I wasn't ready for this little dude.

I had taken a day off for my birthday and poor little Shadow was sniffling and sneezing worse than ever. He was part of a feral litter of three born to one of the kitties I have yet to Trap/Spay/Return, a girl we've named Ms. Piggy but who is known also as Blondie. Ms. Piggy had a litter of three boys this spring, one of whom was killed by the tom who sired him and left as a corpse on my porch. I named him Tiger and buried him beneath some tiger lilies in my center garden. Shadow and his brother Silhouette were the two survivors. They are both black cats.



Several of the feral cats allow me to touch/handle them. Shadow is one of them. At 2.3 pounds, he couldn't put up much of a fight when I grabbed him and put him into a cat carrier a week and a half ago. So I did and took him to the vet. Shadow was immediately sweet and friendly -- purring as he was held in my arms. He has not acted feral since Day One.

The vet prescribed a ten day course of antibiotics, a de-wormer, and eye drops. My generous friend Jackie, a fellow cat lover and rescuer, paid for his veterinary expenses and gave me some litter, a litter box, and food.  I have never seen a cat take so quickly or enthusiastically to using a litter box.  



Within a couple of days, he found his favorite thing: TOYS. Kiki had a big box of them, and she had gradually lost interest in 90 percent of them over the years. Shadow went absolutely crazy over the wand toys, the cat tube, the catnip fish, etc.


Shadow is a much more high energy cat than Kiki, even when she was a kitten.  He's a handful.  He jumped into the refrigerator on his fourth or fifth night with us and spent 7 hours in the cold!  He pooped all over the shelf and the few things that were in there (we had to throw out some stuff) but was otherwise unscathed.  Moral of the story: ALWAYS CHECK THE FRIDGE WHEN YOU HAVE A KITTEN.  He is like the cat version of Indiana Jones with ADHD.  That said, Kiki did take down her fair share of window blinds as a baby...




Another difference between Shadow and Kiki is their size.  Kiki was a big cat, 21 pounds at times.  She was more like a small panther.  Shadow is the runt of the litter.  It remains to be seen whether or not he will grow to be a normal sized cat.



I'm doing my best to make him feel welcome and happy.



He recently went to the vet again for routine vaccinations.  He has gained weight: he's now 3.5 pounds.  He is much healthier; the vet says he is doing well with no respiratory or other issues.  I'll always miss Kiki -- there isn't a day that goes by when I don't miss her terribly.  Nevertheless, I'm going to try to do my best by this little guy from my yard and give him all the love and care he deserves.  I think Kiki would have wanted it that way.


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Zombies

Jul. 28th, 2021 01:52 pm
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True confessions: I still have Netflix. To be specific, my husband still subscribes to Netflix and I occasionally watch a movie or a television show on my computer from it as I do not own an actual TV.  At any given moment, Netflix has at least fifty zombie-themed shows on it. If I subscribed to other streaming services, I’d have my choice of several hundred zombie movies and television series with which to waste a chunk of my time, and this is to say nothing about the plethora of zombie novels I could be reading or the zombie video games I could be playing. Zombies are such a dominating theme in our culture that it begs the question: Why is our culture so obsessed with the undead? What are we trying to work out of our collective system?

Fear of Death

I state the obvious (plus I sound like a broken record) when I say our culture suffers from an excessive fear of death. The reason most people cannot calmly and rationally process natural death and become complete emotional basket cases when presented with random or unnatural death is twofold: there is a general disbelief in reincarnation and because of it, most people have many dramatic misconceptions about the afterlife.

I didn’t believe in reincarnation myself until five years ago. It’s only due to my study of occultism that I’ve arrived at my current set of beliefs. When I was raised as a casual Christian, I held the equally casual belief that a life of good works would mean my immortal soul would spend an eternity in heaven and a life of debasement would mean an eternity in hell; a binary. I didn’t honestly believe in either one despite having an extremely vivid imagination. By the time I reached my late teens, it was obvious that hell was immediate and all around me in the form of severe depression, night terrors, and suicidal ideations. Christians and Christianity had zero remedies for my depression or nocturnal attacks from the creatures of my “imagination”, which of course I was told to dismiss as my own brain playing tricks on me. Imagine if I had been shown how to pray by an actual devotee of the Lord Jesus instead of being feared and hated for dabbling in witchcraft in a desperate bid for magical defense. Alas, it was not to be, and there were no competent witches leading the way either. By age twenty, I threw the baby out with the bathwater and became an atheist out of disgust and frustration. As an atheist, I faced the idea of death as an eternal void. From nothing I came and to nothing I would return. I was not bothered by such an idea, in fact, I welcomed it. No pain, no joy, just nonexistence on all levels.

The zombie’s dead-but-not-really-dead state reveals confusion about what happens after death. Instead of letting go of a deceased person’s mortal shell so their higher bodies can rest before reincarnating into new material selves, there is a fear that their spirits will become wraiths clinging to the mortal form shortly before being returned to the endless atheist’s void that lurks behind the Christian’s binary belief in eternal heaven or hell. The real death of Christianity happened when Christians began questioning eternal heaven and hell: to do so was a tacit acknowledgment of the potential superiority of Buddhism and Hinduism, at least in regards to beliefs about the afterlife.

Profit and Loss

Somewhere along the way, western culture lost the plot and let stigma about death run wild. The Irish wake and sitting Shiva were antiquated customs before the salary class lost its damn mind over Covid 19, nowadays, the suggestion of such practices as good ways of processing grief would get you laughed out of the socially-distanced Zoom room. Speaking of manufactured isolation, it’s no surprise that doctors and nurses who should have known better than to fiddle while Rome burned expressed their pathological need for peer approval by using their copious free time to choreograph complex dance routines in empty hospital wards, especially when said hospital wards were allegedly overburdened with Corona patients. At this very day and hour, medical professionals continue to make money hand over fist for each new patient admitted with the label Covid 19 victim stamped on his paperwork. The unaddressed stigma surrounding death has become so acute, much of the world has allowed the travesty of forcing those who are close to death to face it alone, or worse, surrounded by forcibly-vaccinated strangers who may or may not look after their needs between TikTok twerking parades.

Pod People

Scratch the surface of Resident Evil or The Walking Dead and the truth bubbles to the surface: hell is other people. The zombie trope comes from the fear that other people cannot be reasoned or empathized with and that the only remedy for their kind of stupid is an axe between the eyes. Atheism was satisfying to me because it engaged my inner serial-killer misanthropy. I wasn’t worried about being judged for what I felt, said, and did because there were no judges. It’s incredibly easy to feel like one of the smartest people on Earth as an atheist. The atheist is the ultimate Libertarian. Zombie movies are scary because they are reliably about mass infestations. The whole world of doofus poop-for-brains goes against the hero and her band of plucky survivors.

The above is why I say leftists are playing with fire as they try to usher in communism. They have given the average casual Christian and atheist every reason to believe himself a plucky survivor on an onrushing zombification of his part of the world. Leftists, in their Piscean fashion, are struggling to instill a hive mind, hegemonic, unified way of life. They are doing this utilizing most of the key features of National Socialism, Stalinism, and Maoism. In the eyes of the right, they are communist zombies: unthinking, dangerous, and diseased. I personally maintain that Bill Gates, Anthony Fauci, the Clinton family, and various other rich leftist figureheads will go to the modern equivalent of the guillotine in my lifetime. I don’t wish for this to happen because I don’t do that anymore. It’s just what I see as the logical progression of events when you inflame a bunch of average people to imagine themselves as heroic defenders against the zombie horde.

The Boy Who Cried Apocalypse

Another trope getting an ample workout these days is the Apocalypse narrative. In both the film and the movie adaptation of Cormac McCarthy’s The Road, the world has become a hellish battle for survival for a seemingly-chosen few who have kept their souls and morality intact. Everyone else in the nearly lifeless hellscape of (possible) nuclear winter does things like rape little boys and eat newly delivered babies. The Road is not a story for those with weak stomachs!

It’s much easier to see one’s enemies as slavering, cannibalistic villains instead of considering them as flawed human beings capable of a spectrum of goods and evils. The Apocalypse narrative frames existence as Us Vs. Them, the Saved Vs. the Zombie Horde that’s headed to hell quite soon.

Enter a little boy born in 1983 named Vyacheslav Krasheninnikov, who died at age 11 from leukemia and prophesied the zombie apocalypse. The child, who was nearly canonized for his powers of prophecy and healing, said there would be:

global passports for the population, which will look like little grey plastic cards; in order to obtain this card, people will have to subject their right hand and forehead under machines which will mark them with the number (666). This was a warning that under no circumstances should anyone accept this number or mark, because this act will never be forgiven by God.


I have mentioned before that Christianity in its death throes is using Pedogate and the globalist conspiracy concept to use as a much needed adversary with which to strengthen itself. The leftist powers that be are not doing themselves any favors by calling their newest injectable enzymes “Luciferase”, despite their bioluminescent properties.

Only time will tell how the zombie trope will continue to act itself out in real life. Surely it’s a case of art imitating life at this point and not the other way around.










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Open Post

Jul. 21st, 2021 11:16 am
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My little love Kiki died this afternoon at approximately 1pm. She was fifteen years old. After a dramatic episode as described in my previous post, we found a qualified pet euthanasia specialist called Peaceful Endings for Pets. The veterinarian was discreet, kind, and most importantly, extremely skilled. Kiki's death was peaceful and smooth thanks to the veterinarian's expertise. Nevertheless, it took 45 minutes and enough anesthetic to put down a large dog to put Kiki to sleep.

The part that tortures me is how badly Kiki wanted to live. She did not want to leave me, no matter how she retched whenever she tried to relax, how bloated and constipated she felt, or how bad her thirst grew, or how her throat burned and her teeth rotted from vomiting.

Kiki was never aloof. She acted more like a dog than a cat. We had a bond that was love at first sight from the first days at the shelter. It never waned. I poured every bit of frustrated childless person mother instinct into loving her and in return, I was her sun and moon. Due to the nature of my job, my husband has always arrived home from work before I do. She regularly sensed when I was coming home 20 minutes before I arrived, despite my erratic schedule, and yowled. When I got to the door, she was usually waiting. It was only in the last year she didn't constantly greet me at the door, and that was because she was resting or sleeping. She lived on my shoulder. "Kiki is the cat you wear" was my favorite joke.

The last three days have been unmitigated hell. The buildup to today's mercy killing was heart-rending. I vacillated many times. I did not want this creature to die, despite my deep faith that she would be received by spirit guides and helped by gods throughout her death journey.

I am incredibly grateful for the prayers sent to me. I don't think I would have any peace without them. This event made me realize why atheists kill themselves. When I adopted Kiki from the shelter fifteen years ago, I was atheist. I don't know that I would have survived this event as a nihilist atheist -- basically I would be alive only because I have people who would be upset by my death.

I didn't want to leave Kiki alone for a single moment in the last 3 days. I plopped her down on some towels tub-side when I bathed, sat her on her perch while I exercised, and ate pizza in bed brought to me by my husband because she had fallen asleep on my legs.

The episode with Welcome Waggin' gave me a poisonous, fleeting hope that it would be OK if I allowed Kiki to die more naturally. Late last night, I woke up tormented by a voice that said "Why micromanage her death so much? Can't you just call it off? In a less luxurious, less industrialized age, in-home pet euthanasia wouldn't be possible. She just wants to live." This voice haunted me several times.

Kiki arrived at the point of her illness where she could no longer sleep. She stared a thousand yard stare. When she started to drift off, her gag reflex would jerk her back to consciousness. She wanted to eat the food laid out for her but she would smell it and her gag reflex would activate. Nevertheless, there was still a small hope that I could heal her with herbs, maybe subsisting off of slippery elm and chicken broth, or at least this is what I told myself. It was only because of two photos I took of Kiki yesterday that I was able to resist the voice urging me to prolong her life. The pictures were worth a thousand words. Having taken literally thousands of pictures of her in her life, I saw the defeat and sadness in the last ones. I saw pain and suffering. I saw a being who was only hanging in there because she didn't want our time together to be over. I knew then that prolonging her life was selfish. I was fortunate to schedule her veterinary appointment in time to avoid even more suffering. This experienced has been a crucible: physically, emotionally, and spiritually agonizing. I was somewhere between Maiden and Matron when I adopted Kiki, but now I am fully the Crone; Gandalf the White.

My husband buried Kiki by one of the baby oaks in the late afternoon. This fall, I will start planting a garden of black flowers around Kiki's grave and the oak.

There will never be a day that will go by when I will not miss Kiki terribly. I look forward to my own death someday because I will finally get to be with her again. There are many questions I have for the gods, such as how she will reincarnate, and if she knows how much I have second guessed my decision and how sorry I am if it was the wrong choice. Thank you for your prayers and your words of encouragement for me for Kiki. They have been my salvation.

 

Kiki and I when we were both much younger and thinner.
Kiki and I when we were both a lot younger and thinner.
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Long story short... she is still alive and I have decided to wait and see with euthanasia. Here is photos of her taken this morning and afternoon.




Kiki, my cat, is a 15 year old domestic shorthair. My husband and I, a deliberately childless couple, got her from the local animal shelter when she was approximately 6 months old. When we got her, she had an infected spay scar and an abdominal hernia, most likely a result of the botched spay job she received. She wore an Elizabethan collar for a long time, nearly 8 months, once we sprung her from the pound by adopting her. (More correctly, she adopted me when I was sit in a room full of kittens and she came up to my leg and immediately nuzzled it.)


The day we took the collar off was thrilling, both for her and us. She was finally healed. Kiki went from a scrawny kitten to a hefty mini-panther over the span of a year. At her heaviest, she weighed nearly 22 pounds and was not obese, just big boned as they say. Kiki has been an only cat and an only pet this whole time. Though I have trained her with a clicker to do some basic tricks such as Sit and to come when her name is called, she's otherwise been a completely pampered, spoiled princess. My husband has bought and assembled two cat trees for her, modded our entire apartment out with bookshelves for her to climb in two different apartments and more recently in my office, and has bought her a small fortune's worth of toys and treats. For a long time, I was giving her raw chicken because it was recommended by a holistic vet -- I've since stopped as she doesn't care for it anymore and there is a supposedly salmonella risk to her. My husband and I are officially the world's lousiest vegans: not only do we proudly feed Kiki and her outdoor feral counterparts meat, we treated her like a rock star when she killed three mice this year.

Kiki is not a fiery personality, meaning she is usually calm and shy. She's a sweetheart who loves shoulder rides and generally must be touching me at almost all times when I am home, and if we are not touching, she prefers to be in sight range. I'm not sure if it is sad or funny or both that I've done the Sphere of Protection more than once with an approximately 20-pound kitty in my arms.

Kiki's robust health finally started to slide around three years ago. Instead of pooping the generous logs you would expect from a big kitty, she would not poop at all. I took her to a good vet in my area. The vet prescribed a few anti-constipation medications, and finally we found one that worked called Cisapride. She also got special shipments of fiber-y cat food in the mail, Royal Canin for Cats Gastrointestinal Fiber Response. Combined with pumpkin in Kiki's food, Miralax, and lots of water, Kiki was pooping again. In the last year, she feel prey to more episodes of constipation, not eating, and dry-heaving and vomiting. She went nearly four weeks without eating or pooping this Spring, and supposedly that's not possible to survive for a cat. I believe the reason she survived was slippery elm, an herb that I mixed into a thin gruel with some feline probiotics and fed to her via a plastic syringe whenever she began to gag. Elm seems to be the only thing that soothes Kiki's gag reflex.

Within the last few months, Kiki has had two different trips to the vet, both times to have her bowels manually de-constipated by her veterinarian. She returned from both trips only slightly better off. The latest trip, which happened a month ago, happened immediately after her month-long bout of not eating. This weekend, her health took a steep decline. She was gagging and/or throwing up every few hours. She had not had a significant poop for a month. Four days ago, this led us to try a Pet-ema brand enema, which is a special sodium mixture designed for cats and dogs. The Pet-ema worked too well. She pooped, but the violence of it caused diarrhea and more vomiting. At that point, I stopped giving her Gabapentin (painkiller) and gave her elm plus pro-biotic every few hours. I am still doing that now.

Late Sunday night, I decided to have Kiki euthanized. My husband was and is 100% for euthanasia. We had both done research on in-home pet euthanasia, and after a few investigative calls, we decided on the Welcome Waggin', a local mobile veterinarian. I scheduled the appointment for 1pm today. After crying my eyes out yesterday and spending the entire Monday, which I have off from work, cuddling Kiki and eating pizza from bed with her in my lap, and then snuggling with her all night, this morning, she rallied. She squatted for a while in her litter box and had the first normal, non-enema-related poop she has had in months. I called the Welcome Waggin' in the early morning and left a message that I was cancelling the euthanasia.

My husband reminded me of just how bad Kiki has been and that her quality of life has been awful for the last month. I waffled on my morning decision and decided to go through with the euthanasia. I then looked at the email the Welcome Waggin' had sent to me. I had expected the vet and her technician would wear masks as they euthanized my cat. I did not expect the ridiculousness of their COVID policy.

The Welcome Waggin' Pandemic Protocols: Due to the pandemic, we are unable to go inside of the homes for appointments. When we arrive the day of the appointment, we will call to let you know we are there and we will have you bring your pets outside to us secured by a leash, carrier, or wrapped in a towel. We can perform veterinary services in the yard, on a deck/porch/patio, or in the garage with the door open. We may also be able to take some animals back to our vehicle for veterinary services. We will be wearing personal protective gear and request for everyone to be wearing masks and maintain 6 feet of social distancing during the appointment. We are unable to allow pet parents to assist in restraining at this time. Please call our office if anyone in the house shows any signs of illness, tests positive for the virus, has contact with anyone who has tested positive for coronavirus, or traveled outside of the state of Illinois in the 14 days prior to the appointment.



Only masks and social distancing were mentioned when I initially called Welcome Waggin' to schedule the appointment. As I sat in bed with my cat on my lap a mere two hours before her date with death, I read the email in disbelief. The Welcome Waggin' website is spattered with false promises that owners and pets can be together in their favorite place during the procedure. Nowhere on their site at the time I read it was there any reference to having to perform services in the yard. What about pet-owners who live in apartments and condominiums with no private yard?

A call came in from the Welcome Waggin'. I asked her if they were serious about the protocols in the email or if it was just placating talk for the authorities. She said they absolutely were serious. I told her they were a deal-breaker. I said that either the service went down with me holding Kiki the entire time, and that I would not be wearing a mask in my own house, or no deal. She insisted that COVID protocols had to be followed and that I would hand Kiki, a cat who has never stepped onto our enclosed front porch, to a stranger who would then stick her with a needle in a van.

After a night of fitful sleep with my ailing cat, unfortunately I completely lost patience with the socially-conditioned corporate idiot on the other end of the line. I said, "Human to human, do you realize that far more people, including children, are dying of the jab than they are of COVID?" I did not use profanity, but I did unleash my frustration -- I told her that parents were fighting to get their children out of masks and winning in local school districts, and that the Plandemic was engineered to collapse small businesses in the name of luxury communism, and a host of other topics I have covered over the past year and a half on this blog. I said that I ran a group of 3400 people on Facebook dedicated to re-building the businesses the globalist Plandemic set out to destroy. She stated that she wasn't about to change her mind about Corona. I then told her that her karma for this was coming, and that by participating in mask and distancing theater, she had gotten herself all sorts of bad karma. I said "This is your karma for nurses who danced on TikTok while elders died. This is your karma for a billion lost rites of passage." She accused me of threatening her, to which I replied, "I'm not threatening you; karma is mere cause and effect. You did this to yourself."

Though I don't imagine my screed in her general direction was effective, I do know it will burrow under her skin. I have always had a talent for weaponizing subconscious Achille's heels.

Back to what is important, that being Kiki. She is doing OK today. So-so. Still not eating. Still gagging every few hours, which stops when I give her 5 mL of the elm mixture. Drinking water from the sink. Chilling by the open window. I'm not rescheduling the euthanasia despite having found a group of doctors that will come into the home without masks or COVID theater. They offered to come on Thursday and I have declined. Please pray for Kiki. Pray that I am not only bound from doing anything that harms her, but also that her life's end is exactly as it should be and free from human bumbling on my part and everyone else's. Thank you.




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