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May I have YOUR input on what happened today? In the afternoon, I had cortisone injections in both feet with those long bone-penetrating needles, after the "freeze" spray that they apply. This has NOTHING to do with the story, but my Dr is quite a handsome young man. Well anyway! Shortly thereafter, we dropped by the Catholic Church in Palm Springs that we go to (now, on rare occasions). This time, we went to say our prayers and blessings in honor of Pope Francis. We did the holy water, as always, upon entering and again as we were leaving. We stepped out into the bright sunny Palm Springs heat, and I unknowingly walked directly into a massive swarm of irritated, ANGRY bees! Chris was barely spared, but he was stung as well.
I tried to run when I realized what was happening, but my dead-numb feet would not work (I couldn't much feel them). I took at least a dozen stings to my face, chin and my neck plus a few more on my upper arms. I nearly hit my face hard on the concrete due to my temporarily non-functional feet, but I managed to hold my balance, somehow, after what seemed like several minutes of flopping around on my clunky feet, in spite of great trekkies. My feet were as useless as eight-inch heels on an 80-year-old man trying to run in a marathon! Yes, the stings initially hurt like "HOLY F___" there for a while, but then, within minutes - suddenly, no whelps, very little pain and almost no sign of the stings at all!
Was it the cortisone freshly flowing through my veins? The Holy water? Divine intervention? Magic? My love of bees and our natural Mother Earth....or all of it? Either way, today, I am blessed.
Blessed be to my wonderful readers with LOVE and PEACE! It isn't always about the light in my eyes, but the spark I see in yours.michaelhuntermcvay.com
Michael Hunter McVay, Late 1980s ~ Photo credit: Z Limerick
"Who's a GOOD PTSD LGBT WITCH with ADHD?"
This unfiltered picture of me from the late 1980's was taken just weeks before the violent hammer attack, I sustained to my face. That injury changed nearly everything about me. It took weeks for my face to heal but my mind is still working on that. Oh, it's not like I hadn't been hurt really, really bad before! YOU don't know me. While my childhood was excessively chaotic and desperately lonely, I took on the challenge of isolation to keep myself busy with constant projects and reading. It's as if I lived two lives, one for the public and the one I lived in private.
The thing is, I still feel like that pretty, groovy young man with the long, thick eyelashes and no VISIBLE scars, until I look in the mirror at the new "OLD" me - the one with wispy, sparse lashes and deep grooves. I think about how thin the fine line is between genius and insanity. I know my position and I always have. When I had a face worthy of compliments, I couldn't take them then, so go figure why I certainly can't now. But I have come to accept ALL that I am and ALL that I once was! I've never killed anyone, but it doesn't mean that I'm not capable of it. I may not be beautiful now, because EVERYTHING has a price, if you know what I mean, but it doesn't mean I have no story left to tell. I have always appreciated the efforts of those who see beyond the surface.
The reason I am a witch, is because I LOVE humanity. I cherish our Earth and all living things. I was "gifted" with these treasures from dear loved ones long before most of them departed. I do NOT believe in "going to Hell." I have my own fascinating set of beliefs that only "some" people get. I know the kindred spirits when I see them, without spoken words. None of THIS is "deep" to me, because it is my normal. It is too much to get into on social media and I'm smart enough to know that nothing I say here means shit to most people anyway - and that is fine by me! I don't ask for anything from anyone - even if I should, but I give love freely. I do not wish harm to anyone now, even if I once did. I do not judge you and I do not decide nor determine what is right for you.
If YOU think I'm crazy - good - it just means we are not on the same vibration, level, or perhaps not even the same realm. I'm good with that. For crazy - I am awfully well-educated, eh? Everyone has their own sense of brilliance and koo-koo! But NEVER forget how thin THAT line is. Read all of this again if you don't get it! BE different! BE you! BE! Blessed be my lovelies. THRIVE, baby!
