My low event satisfaction standards (Only Edgar got what he needed)

For those of you who cannot attend my Open Full Moon events because you live on the moon, or work for our Commander-in-Chief, or simply have common sense, here is what you missed . . . or didn't miss at the cancelled (or not) Open Full Moon in August.

These choke cherries are ripe.

And this choke cherry tree is in wrong place.

If you would have showed up in person on the Friday, Saturday, or the Sunday of August (7, 8. or 9th), you might have been put to work. Unless you were Car Rat . . . sorry, I would not want her touching my babies. Because we were doing whole tree harvesting here.

This was a year that I wished my kin was closer because I got a Harry Potter wand out of this. Maybe some runes--depends on how they carve, or burn after drying. In my head, I was discussing the hows and whys of what we were doing with an invisible grandson or granddaughter. Sad, but true. Someone of Harry Potter age. Because how hard it was to get these out, me and Khari might never any reach this size ever again. 

Of course, it might be because I tied it to my work against Edgar's hated foe.

Opps, I think that incantation can be read two ways.

Look at my attendees--great numbers!

I was planning on doing my August anti-Trump thing in the dark, without Khari; but she caught me marking up the wall, so I had to deal her in. I explained that the Three Tree represented his Three Remaining Years in Office. And Khari helped me remove one of them on Friday, the night to start the harvest . . . but not all three . . . because she was tired from Dragonfest still . . . so if we get rid Vice President for a single year, here's why.

Sometimes I don't think she understand the basic rules of magick. I wanted to do all three. Same night. Howling rage. But berserk magick scares her, so I have to remain on leash . . . oh she said "violent" at my doctor's appointment--new bipolar med now.

I loved it last week before the doctor appointment, Khari asked me, "Are you practicing black magick again?" To which, I answered--yes, your damn Trump spell which has thirteen month ritual. Something that I had not intended to buy into. Yet here I am, doing your damn butchery, being your lector priest, so you can be happy school teacher.

Yes, it came out that harsh. 

I have been spending quality time with that man.

How can you not love Power Fist Trump?

You know how long it takes to color one of those pictures? Quality time, well spent. Hey, no girlfriend, no Mormon wife, no kid, just good astral hang time with my big bro.

I almost voted for the man, you know.

Which is why I shouldn't be doing the spell, and Khari should be.

"Why isn't your spell working?"

Because he has to fuck up in such a way that his hair catches on fire. 

But do you really want my spell to work? For those who do not know what the Justice Forty-Two is actually about, it's combination of astral initiation (HOMSI) and self-initiation (TGD and SOM), with my research on the Negative Confession, and the fact the Forty-Two Judges appear in all of the Outer Order Halls of the Golden Dawn which makes them very important in several subsystems of Thelema and the Hermetic schools.

If my spell worked . . . it would be a Richard Milhouse Nixon bad day for the USA.

Do I really want my spell to work . . . no?

So on Friday, we only pulled out one tree . . . hence Golden Dawn Saturday was also a tree night . . . again, I wish that MTO's initiates (my lineage, and Khari's) knew us--wands.

Eat, spin, evolve, flower--who's the hippy?

Lovecraftian spells I write.

Khari has opinions.

TVA does not approve of my actions.

Of course, there are good reasons not to involve anyone else in this whole mess. I can barely get Khari to dip her toe into the muck. Oh, as the counter-sacrifice, we gold-starred her karma all the way through. "No, I am not upset--losing access to my daughter was the best thing that you could have done to both of us--Khari did us both a favor--gold star."

Yeah, I had to give up my right to be angry about what happened because Khari thinks that it was for the best. Violent and she's scared--right in front of a doctor. Not my normal doctor either. Because it's not a real appointment--because we're broke. So the related "talking" that should go with this has to deal Free through the school system, not my preferred choice . . . no, I am wasting my fucking time, either way.

Because I have to pretend Khari is in the 100% in the right. 

One of the things that I talked about with Khari was the fact that I was only able to go college as easily as I did in my forties, in part was due to be free of my daughter. 

Now, please note that my dear Ginny did not want me in food service any longer, so while I think that I would have remained in the labor force, Ginny might have sided with Khari getting me into college. I pointed that out to her. She wanted her kids to be educated.

Gwen was amazed by the number of children books that I read. My dad surrounded me with books. Nelson News Service. I started my own collection in 1984. Still have that first "Collection of Children Books in One Cover." Open Full Moon for kids whenever. 

Anyways after many days work, Khari now knows who my Mormon Wife is; Khari has a rune set to burn, once we get a wood burning kit; and I have yet to pre-write a GD post.

Edgar claims all the spoils of the harvest.

Whole tribes would work together on the harvest.

Which one am I using as a wand?

I can get to the end . . . well, the mulberry. 

Pretty wood chips.

Various lengths of wood.