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Wednesday, December 31, 2014

2015 Intentions

It's time for another new year and intentions.

The year 2014 was just so very strange.  I have no expectations for 2015 other than letting it be whatever it will be. No wishes for "better" or "worse" or whatever.  It will be as it needs to be, however that is.

I'm keeping Intentions short and to the point.

1.  Let God handle details
2.  Drink a lot of tea
3.  Paint some pictures
4.  Meditate

From Tarot of the Cat People

My altar is ready for the New Year.



Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Kwanzaa in Newark

One of my best friends recently moved to New Jersey, and this past weekend Daya and I went to visit.  It was a lovely time.

We went to the Newark Museum which I loved!  There was also a Kwanzaa event, which was fantastic.Wonderful African drummers and dancers, from the Ivory Coast I believe.  Kwanzaa is a lovely holiday.

Daya got to go dance on stage! She was great.

She looks great with those stage lights!

By the way, drums are a fantastic way to clean your energy.

Sunday, December 28, 2014

Blue Light Tree

Here is a little pastel painting I did for Millie for Christmas.  Millie likes dark branchy trees.

4x6 pastel (Senns and pans) on black PastelCard


Saturday, December 27, 2014

Intention Surrounded by Love


There's still time
Close your eyes
Only love will guide you home
Tear down the walls and free your soul
                                     -Evanescence

I have many small but powerful tokens representing the most wonderful gifts of friendship from the most significant people in my life. 

They are now all on my altar.  Everyone is represented somehow.  These little but remarkable pieces of them belong in my personal sacred space.  Everything there has meaning, The energy is so powerful and alive.

My Intentions, surrounded by the energy of people who love me, and who I love.

My circle of people is very small.  However, I can say with absolute certainty that everyone in that circle is a true genuine friend.  I have known times- long, difficult times- when I had no one.  To have these people is such a tremendous gift which I am thankful for every day. 

I cannot help but feel deeply blessed.



Friday, December 26, 2014

House Guests

I really wanted a pet skeever for Christmas.

Skeever!  Maybe it winks!

Instead, I get to rat-sit 2 wonderful rat-boys!
They are hanging out with us until Jan 5th.

Blue and Dopey

Thursday, December 25, 2014

Christmas

Christmas is here again.
 Before

After

We have just finished opening gifts.  Daya made out pretty well, Santa was good to her.  What I am so glad about, apart from her new dvd player, is that this was an electronics-free Christmas.

Drusilla and Branwen sent a lot of unexpected packages.  
I'm deeply overwhelmed, humbled, and grateful for this amazing display of love.

Branwen went a bit crazy....

 That pile of purple is all from Branwen to Daya.

I am completely in love with this teacup.  
It will live on my house altar.  
It is that special.

These are AMAZING

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OH YES I DID

The extremely elusive Urban Decay Vice Limited palette...was on sale for about 2 hours before selling out...I...I mean Santa...might have woken up at 4am to stalk the UD site and snag it before it sold out...

not obsessed or anything...nope....

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Assorted Cat Pictures

 Cats with bows.

 Pebbles wants to rock UD.

 Isis

 The elusive Furball.  I could not get a bow on her.

Queen Isis

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I hope this holiday season- whatever you celebrate- was full of love.

Tuesday, December 23, 2014

Stars & A True Miracle

Here are all The Star cards from my little tarot collection.  I just noticed that one of them is upside-down.  Oh well.  I'm not re-taking the photo.

 18 Versions of The Star

Besides, the cat already messed it up.

Pebbles immediately photo-bombed the cards.

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This is a True Miracle.  It has never happened before and will likely never happen again.

I know where all the scissors are at the same time

Monday, December 22, 2014

Sacrament

"Every couple of years, the Mystery wakes up.  And when the mystery wakes up, I have to do something about it.  I can't silence the Mystery.

So your promise to love yourself, your sacrament of marriage- is to make an agreement to say to yourself-

When the Mystery wakes up, you will love yourself enough to explore it. You'll love yourself enough to know that- 

I can't stop power from coming into my system
That you'll love yourself enough to become empowered.

Now, that may sound almost paradoxical, but I want to explain something.

Most people are terrified of becoming the empowered person they are seeking."
                                                     -Caroline Myss


Sunday, December 21, 2014

SOLSTICE: Conscious Election

Today is the shortest day, followed by the longest night.  It is the Birth of Light, which is what the season really is all about.  It's not religion, it is nature.

This is a very powerful time to birth our own light, change our course, and take back our energy from the places we have relinquished it.

My new card (and I didn't even have to pull it- I was told outright) - is The Star.

The Star
Image by Sanja
(Thanks Laurel!)

The Star follows The Tower. This makes very good sense.
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Anyhow, on Conscious Election- we make choices with our thoughts and energy.  This runs very deep, and I have now learned it on a whole new level.  Though I have some work to do, I am grateful for my lessons. I am ready to move forward.

Have a beautiful Solstice.

Saturday, December 20, 2014

Fairies, Tree, and Zamboni

Today I met up with Dru and Branwen, who came into the city for the day.  We had a lovely lunch and then we walked around.  It is so nice to just float around the city.  Despite being the ultimate love-hate relationship, I truly feel so at home here.

Faerie window & houses at Lord and Taylor






Here is the tree this year at Rockefeller Center.



Here is the Zamboni cleaning the ice rink.


Friday, December 19, 2014

Death Energy


It sounds scary and in general it IS scary but life and death are inseparably intertwined.  Death is not just about someone crossing over out of this physical life.

Bringing Death Energy into outdated situations, mindsets, and Life Experiences is sometimes necessary.  Especially if we can do it consciously.  Because Death of some sort must---absolutely MUST happen in order to move on.

This means Change and that is Scary.  Fear is not my problem though.  I do have courage on my side.  It's the sadness that gets me every time.

I discovered that I have been going through another death cycle.  It really, truly sucks but it is also really, truly ok.  Now, at least.  I wasn't ok for a while there.  While I really don't understand all the workings of it, that's what happened and it is actually a good thing.  It really could have gone one of two ways, one surely better than the other, but the energy shift is the same.

The Enough is Enough place I reached where something just burned out, while unpleasant, had to happen.  I stopped at that place for a little while because I didn't know where to go.  I didn't know how to go.  I didn't know what was going on.  It was a dark, deeply hopeless place.  I believe this is what my Guides were trying to tell me with the story of Job. Taking it symbolically as a Journey.  Reaching that place of utter hopeless despair, losing faith- reconnecting with it- and positive energy comes back.  And my energy has shifted.

I truly do see myself as strong.  And my turning point was when I chose to reclaim and use my personal power rather than staying stuck.  Because my personal power is something I am simply not willing to relinquish.

I have officially put in a request for re-enrollment in the School of Life on Earth- but with different lessons.  Very specific ones.  And I know why, too.  So now I wait.  I still feel a little scared that I will get back to the same place again but I really do feel different internally.  The choice of where to go is mine but what I am not going to worry about is sorting out the details. That is not handled by me.  Thank goodness.

This is also very good timing as we are in the season of death and the Birth of Light is coming up on the Solstice next week.  So, it's a powerful time for birthing new energy.

Death Therapy

And the really stupid thing about this is that I still feel sad!  It is something that is just there, constantly, a Presence.  I truly don't know why it won't go away.  It is something I seem to have no control over.  It isn't overpowering or interfering.  I don't do anything about it, or even really pay attention to it except to be aware that it is still there.  Hopefully it will just burn out in time.

(Tarot card image is from the Golden Tarot by Kat Black)

Thursday, December 18, 2014

The Death of Blogs

A few weeks ago, I quit Facebook.  My brain suddenly and emphatically said ENOUGH.  My mind felt saturated with words, names, quotes, images, junk...to a point of overflow.  I feel mentally much better without Facebook.

Blogs have become out-dated.  No one blogs anymore.  Except me, because I'm now old-fashioned. There used to be such a thriving community.  I loved- truly loved- reading peoples' stories. Keeping up with them.  Reading comments.  Writing comments.  Sending them prayers, good wishes, and love that often they never knew about. Caring about someone else's story in their own space.  Learning from their stories.  There is something intimate about a blog.  You get to actually spend time with someone- pay attention to them- when you read their short stories.

Facebook newsfeeds are just....different.  Snippets and re-posts coming at an overwhelming pace.  Too much information from too many sources.  Everyone is throwing their snippets out into common space.  It's too noisy.  My mind can't handle all that noise.

Make it stop!

I miss the blogs I used to follow which are no longer updated.  Though many of my blog-friends are my Facebook friends, it is just not the same.  It's lonely out here in BlogLand but I like it better.  I like my own little tiny corner of the internet.

There were a couple of years when I didn't post much and now I am wishing I did- I like the record of stories and memories.

Facebook has its good points- such as finding people.  I found my Scotty again and for that I will always be grateful.  However, there is also something very unhealthy about Facebook.  It has overtaken so much.

The purpose of my blog is not to get attention.  Though if people visit I appreciate it very much.  Blogging is very therapeutic. It helps me, and maybe it helps someone else out there too.  Link

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Please Stand By

Processing Current Life Lesson

Things are finally starting to come together.

ENOUGH IS ENOUGH is, apparently, where I had to go.

You know what feels very strange?  Feeling truly sad in my heart and truly being ok at the same time.

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Scorpio is fixed water. Deep, still water.  Dark water.  And water, symbolically, is emotion.  And believe me, we will explore every little bit of scary surface way down there in order to understand it and transmute it.  Well, I will at least.

You know what's down there in ScorpioLand?  These guys.

I want a pet Anglerfish.  I love them.

So anyhow I am processing.  Downloading.  Re-arranging my personal power. When I know more I'll blog it, because that really does help me sort it all out.

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Thumbtack Stuck in Hair

This morning I got a call from the school, but it wasn't for me.  They were looking for my friend, and I am her emergency contact.

They told me her son put a thumb tack in his hair and it was stuck, they want permission to cut his hair.  I repeated the problem to them to make sure I understood it correctly.  Several times. Thumbtack stuck in hair.  Confirmed.  Is it hurting him?  No.  But they can't get it out.

Many things are baffling about this.

1. First of all, here is the child in question.  He doesn't have much hair, and what he has is fine and non-tangly.

Gavin

2. How does a thumbtack get stuck in anyone's hair? (Unless it was Daya.  Then I might understand.)
3. Why did he have a thumbtack in the first place?

I contacted my friend who had no words. We were both trying to understand this one.

As it turns out, Gavin got Fun-Tack in his hair.  The stick-things-to-the-wall-putty stuff.

Kneaded erasers are much better to play with than Fun-Tak.  
Trust me on this one.

This was an event the school considered serious enough to:
1) Call my friend and leave a voicemail
2) Call me, her emergency contact
3) Send a follow-up email about the situation.

HOWEVER

When Daya fractured her finger they dismissed the whole thing as being a complete non-event.

Cat Hairs of Inspiration

That phrase is so good I wish I came up with it.  Robert did.  Thanks Robert, for visiting my blog and for your insightful comments.

I do not have much inspiration at the moment but I do have quite a lot of cat hair in my life.  Aside from the odd puked-up hairball or two, almost all of it is still attached to the three stupid cats who loiter around my apartment acting all entitled.

These are difficult days.  I am in an internal place that is new- it feels like something has just burned out. But there is no other option except to keep going.

Coming back to Job-because I am still thinking about it- when he said Enough is Enough- when he got to that point- it was a turning point.  For him, everything just got better after that.  But that is just not a realistic outcome; it is not Real Life.  I'm thinking Job's story just doesn't really hold up at all.



Here is my Horrorscope for the month:

SCORPIO: December 17th 18th and 19th have got your back this month! Patience is NOT always a virtue and that's a good thing because you are raring to go even if you're not sure where! Some of you may not care where as long as it is somewhere/something else! These words from Osha can assist you to work with Decembers, somewhat contradictory energies, dear Scorpio; "Drop the idea of becoming someone because you are already a masterpiece. You cannot be improved. You have only to come to it, to know it and to realize it." Interestingly, your humor and zeal are there to support you as Jupiter IS reinforcing your careful development to "become someone" and Saturn is leaving you alone so you can do it! Yes, Saturn is leaving Scorpio, leaving behind gifts of maturity….and as a Scorpio, I maturely send it off with a good old fashioned Bronx cheer! WORDS TO LIVE BY; You are a masterpiece!

Thoughts:

Patience is NOT always a virtue and that's a good thing because you are raring to go even if you're not sure where!  Some of you may not care where as long as it is somewhere/something else!   TRUE

Yes, Saturn is leaving Scorpio  THANK GOODNESS.  SATURN I AM TIRED OF YOU.  EFF OFF ALREADY.

Monday, December 15, 2014

Good Parenting

I am clearly the Best Mom Ever.
Well, in France it would be pretty normal, I guess.  Also, it was very nice Italian wine.


Thursday, December 11, 2014

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Human Stuff

I am "spiritualed-out" right now.

Sometimes it is necessary to step back from all the Power of Positive Thinking, Law of Attraction, Change Your Vibration, Higher Frequency etc etc etc and remember that we are human and that means we go through human stuff.

It is impossible to be happy-happy-joy-joy all the time.  Not only is it completely unrealistic, it is just not the human experience.  And when one is feeling particularly human, it just sucks to be reminded that you'll just attract more of what you are feeling.  Great. Just what I want to hear- that because I am feeling less than fantastic, I'm messing myself up. So what's a girl to do?

In the more new agey thought circles, there does tend to be a "blame the victim" mentality.  I can't stand that word, victim- and I am NEVER a victim. So perhaps a better re-phrasing would be there is a mindset that because we control our own reality we are attracting everything to us so it's our own fault- for lack of a better word.  But since we do not live in a vaccuum, I personally feel this is unbalanced because one needs internal/external balance and awareness.

Here is an amazing powerful brilliant painting my friend Nancy Park just finished.  It is such a perfect representation of how life just is sometimes.

The Nightmare
Nancy Park
30x40, oil
I wish I painted this!

Tuesday, December 09, 2014

Out of Mo's Mind

I didn't write any of this.  But I did copy and paste it here, and my judicious use of CTRL+V must surely merit some kind of credit.

I don't watch television.  Don't even have one. There hasn't been a television in my living space for about 15 years.  But this also applies to internet. Finally, someone with some sense!

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Out of Mo's Mind
“ 'is the season to be jolly. Fa la la la la, la la la la!”
-Traditional Christmas song written long before the invention of television, modern journalism or the Internet.

I've said it before and I’ll say it again. It’s possible to have a wonderful holiday and keep from falling into cultural stereotypes that insist we’re destined to get the blues. As sure as what we eat makes us what we are physically, what we ingest mentally controls how we see the world.
What follows are a few observations that might help you keep the “jolly” in the holly.

Watching what you watch is a valuable tool for figuring out why you may be filled with angst, sadness or the unquenchable desire to buy/eat/drink to extremes.

For example, one evening last week while watching television, I saw the following: numerous shootings, a couple of stabbings, stalking, waterboarding and other acts of interrogation too disturbing to mention here, sexual assault, promiscuity, theft, human trafficking, terrorism, ubiquitous alcohol use, drugs, political corruption, conspiracy theories, pedophilia, and various and sundry other antisocial acts, and that was only in the commercials. (Just kidding)

Actually, commercials promote trading stuff for love and sex, regaining your childhood by eating sugary cereals that you loved before you had common sense, flaunting your wealth, striving for wealth, striving for your neighbor’s wealth, flaunting your pretended wealth, getting new things because the old things are not only outdated but also make you look stupid, giving a luxury car as the only real expression that you love your family and so many other twisted messages that Hermes himself couldn't untie them.

Then there’s social media.
It's interesting to note that we use the term, “going viral,” for both the outbreak of a deadly disease and an extremely popular video on the Internet. I've seen some of these viral videos and the very fact that they’re so popular explains why this phenomenon is linked to disease.

I’ve also noticed a general lack of patience in our society as well as a sense of disconnection and self isolation. I have tons of theories as to what this may be due to, but I’ll leave the curmudgeon-based rant for another time. Suffice to say that we live in a chaotic time, but that we don' have to be influenced negatively by the chaos.

I have a friend who urges me to watch shows that espouse conspiracy theories, corruption, fears of global terrorism and the walking dead. I get all the zombies I can stand by going to the grocery store, thank you. As for the rest, there’s always C-SPAN.

That brings me to the news. Here’s what most newscasts seem like to me: catastrophe, tragedy, fear mongering, political spinning, more fear mongering, putting reporters in extreme danger in order to cause you to feel more connected to them, or perhaps just to cause more drama, sadness, catastrophe again, lots of commercials in between all of this and finally, a heartwarming tale involving a dog, child, sick person, charity, tale of heroism, or all of the above.

Here’s my point. I choose shows that I watch carefully. This means making choices. You might not agree with all my choices, but then I wouldn't expect you to.

Sure, some of what I watch makes me shriek obscenities, but mostly because local newscasters abuse our language and use atrocious grammar and pronunciation. It makes my brain itch.

The shows I don't want to watch, I ignore and I've done so for a reason. If I find that a show or media event is affecting me negatively, I remove it from my consciousness. That's the best part about all of this. The vast majority of the sensory assault we have to deal with is a matter of choice. We just have to realize that fact and exercise our right not to be manipulated.

If we learn to make choices with something as simple as a TV show, we’ll find that we’re making choices in other aspects of our life.

The bottom line is, tis the season to be jolly and you can be pretty darn ho, ho ho. All you have to do is recognize whatever it is that’s annoying you, or bringing you down, and turn it off. Try it. It may surprise you.

Until next week, I wish you peace, love and lots to fa la la about.

Monday, December 08, 2014

Job, Dissected

DISCLAIMERS:
1. If you find this post religiously offensive I really don't care because if you are that religiously high-strung we probably wouldn't get along very well anyhow.
2. I am a seminary drop-out with bootleg Reiki so if you disagree with me or don't like what I am saying, that's fine, consider the source.

Ok, grab a cup of tea if you are still with me and let's go.

A long time ago when people didn't read or write, or even really think for themselves, stories were told in order to preserve and pass down information, entertain, teach, etc.  They were told in the context of the time so people could relate to and benefit from the meaning,  But universal meanings are still universal through time, the trick is to extract the meaning from archaic context, i.e Outdated Fluff.

Job's Story text source from this link

In the land of Uz there lived a man named Job; and he was blameless and upright, one who revered God and avoided evil. He had seven sons and three daughters. He owned seven thousand sheep, three thousand camels, five hundred yoke of oxen, five hundred asses; and he had many servants, so that he was the richest man among all the peoples of the East.


Here is Uz.  Now you know.

Job was a really rich guy with a big family.  He was really happy and perfect and everyone loved him and he thought Jehovah was the Best Ever. He was grateful for his blessings.

One day when the sons of God came before Jehovah, Satan came with them. Jehovah said to Satan, "From where do you come?" Satan answered, "From going back and forth on the earth, and walking up and down on it." And Jehovah said to Satan, "Have you seen my servant Job? For there is no man like him on the ea rth, blameless and upright, who reveres God and avoids evil." Satan answered, "But is it for nothing that Job reveres God? Have you not yourself made a hedge all about him, about his household, and about all that he has? You have blessed whatever he does, and his possessions have greatly increased. But just put out your hand now and take away all he has; he certainly will curse you to your face." Then Jehovah said to Satan, "See, everything that he has is in your power; only do not lay hands on Job himself." So Satan left the presence of Jehovah.

Externalized Jehovah (positive) and Satan (negative).  They pretend to be enemies but really they are drinking buddies who play poker together.

They engage in a philosophical debate.


J says "Job thinks I am the Best Ever!"

S says, "Of course he does, he has a perfect life!"
J says "Ok, go fuck him up just don't kill him.  He will still think I am the Best Ever."

One day, as Job's sons and daughters were eating and drinking in the oldest brother's house, a messenger came to Job and said, "The oxen were ploughing and the asses were grazing near them when Sabeans suddenly attacked and seized them; the servants were put to the sword, and I alone have escaped to tell you."

While he was still speaking, another messenger came and said, "Lightning has fallen from heaven and has completely burned up the sheep and the servants, and I alone have escaped to tell you."

While this man was still speaking, another messenger came and said, "The Chaldeans, attacking in three bands, raided the camels and drove them away; the servants were put to the sword, and I alone have escaped to tell you."

While this one was still speaking, another messenger came and said, "Your sons and daughters were eating and drinking in their oldest brother's house when a great wind came from across the wilderness, struck the four corners of the house, and it fell upon the young men and killed them. I alone have escaped to tell you."

Then Job rose, tore his robe, shaved his head, threw himself on the ground and worshipped, saying:

"Jehovah gave, Jehovah has taken away;
Blessed be the name of Jehovah!"

In all this Job did not sin nor blame God.

Job lost all his wealth and all his children died in simultaneous freakish unexpected events. But Job still thought Jehovah was the Best Ever.  He attributed both fortune and misfortune to Jehovah's hand, so he did not get mad or upset, not even when his children died, because he was obviously was either a Zen Master, he had no capacity for human feeling, or he didn't like his children very much.


If there were enough people left alive 
they could have had a mutton feast.

On another day when the sons of God came before Jehovah, Satan came with them. And Jehovah said to Satan, "From where do you come?"

Satan answered, "From going back and forth on the earth, and from walking up and down on it." Jehovah said to Satan, "Have you seen my servant Job? For there is no man like him on the earth, blameless and upright, one who reveres God and avoids evil; he still is faithful, although you led me to ruin him without ca use." Satan answered Jehovah, "Skin for skin, yes, a man will give all that he has for his life. But just put out your hand now, and touch his bone and his flesh; he certainly will curse you to your face." Jehovah said to Satan, "See, he is in your power; only spare his life."

Satan and Jehovah continue their sadistic philosophical debate.

J says "Job lost his wealth and family and he still thinks I am the Best Ever!"

S says "That is because he is incapable of human feeling.  But he can feel physical pain.  Let me mess up his body."
J says "Ok, go for it.  Just don't kill him."

So Satan left the presence of Jehovah, and afflicted Job from the sole of his foot to the crown of his head with leprosy so terrible that Job took a piece of broken pottery with which to scrape himself.

Leprosy was the Worst Disease Ever back then.  It was a big problem.  And Job had it bad.


This is what severe leprosy looks like.


Also, you lose many of your important bits.

As he sat among the ashes, his wife said to him, "Are you still holding to your piety? Curse God and die." But he said to her, "You speak like a senseless woman. We accept prosperity from God, shall we not also accept misfortune?" In all this Job said nothing that was wrong.

Taking Job's story in isolation, we may infer that the standard ancient Biblical coping mechanism was to blame religion.

And let's throw in some psychological woman-bashing. Maybe she is upset that her children died. Such a stupid woman, right? Also, while being afflicted with severe painful leprosy, obviously Job remains in the same mental state as a normal healthy person and is unable to say "DAMNIT, THIS SUCKS!"  Being able to say that, by the way, doesn't necessarily mean hating on God, it just means you are human.  Which Job obviously isn't, not really.  And in the literal context of the story he would be rather justified to get mad at Jehovah.  Except Jehovah can say "I did nothing; Satan did it.  Hate on him instead."


When Job's three friends heard of all this trouble that had befallen him, they came each from his own home: Eliphaz the Temanite, Bildad the Shuhite, and Zophar the Naamathite, for they had arranged to go together and show their sympathy for him and comfort him. But when they saw him in the distance, they did not at first know him. Then they all wept aloud and tore their robes and threw dust upon their heads. And they sat down with him on the ground seven days and seven nights without any one saying a word to him, for they saw that he was in great trouble.

Job was not relocated to the nearby leper camp.  He still had three good friends left and they were upset to see his condition. 


Job is not in quarantine and is probably spreading leprosy

Then Job began to speak and said:
"Why did I not die at birth,
Breathe my last when I was born?
I should then have lain down in quiet,
Should have slept and been at rest
With kings and counsellors of earth,
Who built themselves great pyramids;
With princes rich in gold,
Who filled their houses with silver.

"There the wicked cease from troubling,
There the weary are at rest;
Captives too at ease together,
Hearing not the voice of masters.
There the small and great are gathered,
There the slave is free at last."

Job finally said "DAMNIT THIS SUCKS! Death is better, bring it on!"

Then Eliphaz, the Temanite, answered:
"If one dares to speak, will it vex you?
But who can keep from speaking?
See! you have instructed many,
And strengthened the drooping hands.
Your words have upheld the fallen,
Giving strength to tottering knees.
But now that trouble comes, you are impatient,
Now that it touches you, you lose courage.

"Is not your religion your confidence;
Your blameless life, your hope?
Remember! What innocent man ever perished?
Or where were the upright ever destroyed?
Happy the man whom God corrects;
Therefore, spurn not the Almighty's chastening.
For he causes pain but to comfort,
And wounds, that his hands may heal."

BFF #1 tells Job to stop being a hypocrite and take his own advice that he gave to others.

Job's team of BFFs want to remind him that Jehovah is still the Best Ever.  Because we all know that pain is the best comfort, right? (We can also say we must know one (pain) in order to know the other (comfort) )

Then Job answered:
"What strength have I, that I should endure?
And what is my future, that I should be patient?
Is my strength the strength of stones,
Or is my body made of brass?
A friend should be kind to one fainting,
Though he lose his faith in the Almighty.
Teach me, and I will keep silent.
Show me how I have sinned."

Job says 'Enough is enough! I don't deserve this! I cannot handle any more! What did I do wrong?"

Then Bildad, the Shuhite, answered:
"Is God a God of injustice?
Or can the Almighty do wrong?
If your children sinned against him,
He has let them suffer the penalty;
But you should earnestly seek him,
And devoutly beseech the Almighty.
If you are pure and upright,
He will surely answer your prayer,
And will prosper your righteous abode."

BFF #2 says "God punishes people who do things He doesn't like.  Your children totally deserved to die, by the way.  But if you are perfect, He won't punish you.  Talk to Him about it."

Then Job answered:
"To be sure, I know that it is so;
But how can a man be just before God?
He is wise in mind and mighty in strength,
Who has ever defied him and prospered,
Blameless I am! I regard not myself;
I hate my life; it is all one to me.
Therefore, I openly declare:
He destroys the blameless as well as the wicked."

Job says "Nope! I am being punished.  I think God is neurotic after all.  I am perfect and still, I get punished." (Meaning bad things still happen to good people.)

Then Zophar, the Naamathite, answered:
"If you would cleanse your heart,
And stretch out your hands to God,
And put away sin from your hand,
And let no wrong dwell in your tent,
You would then lift your face without spot,
You would then be steadfast and fearless."

BFF #3 says "Stop being human and start being perfect according to Jehovah's standards again.  You will be happier if you go back to thinking Jehovah is the Best Ever."

Then Job answered:
"Verily you are the people,
And with you wisdom shall die!
But I have a mind as well as you,
And who does not know all this?
Oh, that my words were now written,
That they were inscribed in a book,
That with an iron pen and with lead
In rock they were carved forever!

"For I know that my Defender lives,
That at last he shall stand upon earth;
And after this skin is destroyed.
Freed from my flesh, I shall see him,
Whom I shall behold for myself;
My own eyes shall see, and no stranger's."

Job says "Shut up, moron.  At least I will get to die at some point and tell Jehovah off for being an insufferable neurotic asshole."

Job again spoke and said:
"Oh, to be as in months of old,
As in days when God guarded my steps,
When his lamp shone above my head,
And I walked by his light through the darkness;
As I was in my prosperous days,
When God protected my tent;
When still the Almighty was with me,
And my children were all about me!

"When I went to the gate of the city,
And took my seat in the open,
The youths, when they saw me, retired,
And the aged rose up and stood;
The princes refrained from talking,
And laid their hands on their mouths;
The voices of nobles were hushed,
And their tongues stuck fast to their palates.

"He who heard of me called me happy,
He who saw me bore me witness,
For I saved the poor who cried,
And the orphan with none to help him.
The suffering gave me their blessing,
And I made the widow's heart glad.

"Eyes was I to the blind,
Feet was I to the lame,
And a father to those who were needy.
I defended the cause of the stranger,
I shattered the jaws of the wicked,
And wrested the prey from his teeth.

"Men listened to me eagerly,
And in silence awaited my counsel.
After my words they spoke not,
And my speech fell as rain-drops upon them.
But they sing of me now in derision,
And my name is a by-word among them.

"Oh, for some one to hear me!
Behold my defense all signed!
Let now the Almighty answer,
Let Jehovah write the charge!
On my shoulder I would bear it,
As a crown I would bind it round me;
I would tell him my every act;
Like a prince I would enter his presence!"

Despite the leprosy, Job still has total clarity of mind.  He recalls his life before leprosy and the afore-mentioned unforseen freakish events,  He calls Jehovah out to find out what the hell is going on.

Then out of the whirlwind Jehovah answered Job:
"Where were you when I founded the earth?
You have knowledge and insight, so tell me.
You must know! Who determined its measures?
Or who measured it off with a line?
On what were its foundations placed?
Or who laid its corner-stone,
When the morning stars all sang together,
And the sons of God shouted for joy?

"Can you lift up your voice to the clouds,
That abundance of water may answer you?
Can you send on their missions the lightnings;
To you do they say, 'Here we are'?

"Does the hawk soar because of your wisdom,
And stretch her wings to the south wind?
Does the eagle mount up at your bidding,
And build her nest on high?

"Will the fault-finder strive with Almighty?
He who argues with God, let him answer.
Will you set aside my judgment,
And condemn me, that you may be justified?"

Jehovah appears in a dramatic whirlwind.  Happens all the time.  He says to Job, "Here is a list of reasons why I am so fabulous.  Are you this fabulous? Can you do these things?  No?  I thought not.  So don't you dare get mad at me."

(OR from within the whirlwind of mental ranting, Job experiences spiritual clarity.)


Dramatic Whilrlwind.  Jehovah is in there somewhere.

Then Job answered the Lord:
"How small I am! what can I answer?
I lay my hand on my mouth.
I spoke once, but will do so no more;
Yes, twice, but will go no further.

"I know thou canst do all things,
And that nothing with thee is impossible.
I spoke, therefore, without sense,
Of wonders beyond my knowledge.
I had heard of thee but by hearsay,
But now my eye has seen thee;
Therefore I despise my words,
And repent in dust and ashes."

Job says "Oh you're right!  I suck!  I can't do all those cool things, therefore I deserve to be punished.  I'm sorry for not liking it! You are the Best Ever!"

(OR Job realizes that he is small in relation to universal forces and due to human limitations he cannot know all from a divine viewpoint)

Then Jehovah gave back to Job, twice as much as he had before. And Jehovah blessed the last part of Job's life more than the first part; and he had fourteen thousand sheep, six thousand camels, a thousand yoke of oxen, and a thousand asses. He also had seven sons and three daughters. And after this Job lived an hundred and forty years.

Jehovah said "Aw, that's ok Job. We are still pals. Thanks for telling me how cool I am.  I love flattery."  He then gave Job the winning number combinations for the Livestock Lottery.  

Although it is not specifically mentioned, we may assume the leprosy was removed and its various permanent disfiguring complications were reversed. 


Job had more kids because the first ones never mattered anyhow, and he lived for a really long time Happily Ever After just like Cinderella.



Yes, they did.

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Some Things:
1. God and Satan are not two judgy sadistic beings in the sky inflicting reward and punishment at whim, or because they have something to prove.  That is silly and flat-out neurotic.
2. Snarkiness aside, I do understand the universal meaning of this story is to keep faith through good times and bad, there is a big picture into which we may not have full insight. (Though the Tao would say there is no "good" or "bad".) I do get it.

However:
1. It is ok to say "DAMNIT, this sucks! What the hell is going on!"
2. It is ok to say enough is enough.
3. We all have our limits and should not put up with neurotic negative treatment.
4. When trust is broken it needs to be dealt with.