Dear Mr. Studlies of the world:

Do you think ALL women get wee ha when you talk about “FUCKING” them? Do you think Instant Messages or e-mails that are one sentence long referring to “FUCKING” them or you talking that shit on the phone and you have never met them is going to get them all goo goo ga ga interested in fucking you? Or, let’s say that you have met them, do you think you are going to get some because ???? WHO THE FUCK KNOWS what is going on in your damned brain. Do you think it is a turn on or something to spew your shit or do you just think of yourself as Mr. Studley?

If I had a even a penny for every ass that pulled this shit, I could buy an island in the Carribean. Where are respect factors? Do I care about anyone’s dick size? FUCK NO! Do I care how studley a man can be? FUCK NO! Is sex the only thing the Mr. Studlies of the world can talk about? Men, if what you have between your legs is all you have going for you, it is sad. I go for man with something between his ears and it is not his face. That is not to say that a dick does not come in handy, but let’s face it when the shit breaks down for whatever reason, what’s left? HUH?

Don’t get me wrong and I am not all prissy and innocent and I can get as down and dirty as any man, but I do believe in respect. There is a time, place, and special individual for such. Men, when approaching a woman, think how you would expect a guy to treat your sister, mother, or daughter. After all, she is someone’s sister, mother, or daughter. Snap out of it already! ~ Maggie ~ October 23, 2007 @ 5:48 p.m. EST

ADDENDUM: I don't care if you are sporting 9 inches and are filthy rich, you are still shit in my book if you don't have respect.

I AM NOT ALL THAT. I KNOW THIS. I ADMIT TO BEING FUGLY AND I DON'T GIVE A RAT'S ASS IF I AM. I AM NOT OUT TO IMPRESS ANYONE!

The Freemason

NOTE: ” The (I forgot his exact word <fellowship/brotherhood/fraternity/organization> takes a good man and makes him a better man.” These words were SPOKEN to me by a 32nd degree freemason. Mind you, it only goes to 33rd degree.

I shall get my chance to question him in due time as this 76 year old man agreed to have coffee with me. As he stated that he likes that I THINK, he will be amused by the questions as noted below. What cannot be noted are the questions that will occur upon his initial answer.

What is good? One man’s good may be another man’s harm right? What makes good so? How can good be defined? Who is defining it? Is there a standard or non-standard set of goods? What is a good man? What makes him so? Who creates the image and why? In regard to belief in a “supreme being” (He did not state a god or religion the wording is as it was spoken thus QUOTED.), what is supreme being? What is supreme? What standard of measurement is being used? What defines it? What is the opposition and why? Is supreme based on standards and norms/values and principles? If so, whose and why? What makes one man better than the other? How does a good man become a better man and to what end? ~ Maggie ~ October 23, 2007 ~ Penned prior to 3 p.m. EST

Added note: Shriners and Masons are connected. I am not saying that they are: I am just repeating what I was told.

Dance of Lady Bugs

A lovely swarm of lady bugs were about today. I have been around a long time, yet I have never seen such a beautiful gathering of lovely bugs. Not only did they dance about in the air, they landed on me. They crawled on my face, arms, legs, and torso. You know what? It felt great! Rhymes were spoken to the lovely ladies requesting and encore performance. Imagine if you will the DaVinci drawing of a man in a circle. That is how I stood and let them settle upon me. Right there out in public not giving a shit about who was thinking what about what I was doing. Seeing that car parked down the highway on the other side of the street did not deter me from feeling and doing what I did. I really don’t give a fuck what other’s think. Okay. Back to being nice.

Lady bug lady bug come out and play
Lady bug lady bug dance about I pray
The graceful ballet that you do for me
I in turn electrify thee

Fly about glide about don’t go away
Landing, leaping, soaring around me
All as it will, all it will be
A graceful dance of elec-tricity
~ Maggie ~ October 21, 2007 @ 10:07 p.m. EST

Everything will be okay

Power lines, dancing lady bugs, generated waves...
Natural versus unnatural
The powers that be enter through power generated
Transmissions create docile nature of the unnatural kind
Unkind to mankind
Cement, power lines, satellite, radio frequencies
Thoughts transmitted only by powerful transmissions
Cause magnets to come together
They see...
Animals die
Extinction of species
One by one
Dark will bring light
Jagged edge
The skeleton of an umbrella almost
Inverse...implosion...orbs
Be they 6 in varying size from smaller to greater based on vision
Or be they smaller or larger based on distance
Curving from center to right
Something spins with what appears like curved razors of unknown amounts
A ball of yellowish black
A ball of fire behind clouds of reddish yellow
Neither man, woman, nor beast of no eyes
Tis the blackened face of Lady Liberty ~ Maggie ~ October 21, 2007 in the p.m.

Non-Conformist

That is what I am. Who says that I have to fall into the ranks of man/woman, young/old, fat/thin, pretty/ugly, rich/poor, black/white, and a whole list of yin/yang that I could mouth off, but why the hell for. I hope you get the picture. Who said that you should act your age? Hell, think back folks... Remember being 7 and being told to act your age (which was expected to be like that of a 90 year-old sheeple (seen and not heard))? Guess what? I am 7 or 3 or however old my little ol' heart/head tells me today. What stops you from jumping UP the stairs, riding your butt down a railing of a stairway instead of walking, dancing about butt naked under clear blue skies or a blanket of stars? Is it because they tell you it is WRONG? Fuck what "they" think and do as you feel. It is YOUR life to LIVE so LIVE it and don't die at the age of majority or upon completion of college. You really don't have to change or conform into the system. It is a matter of choice.

In regard to 9/11, if you think that 9/11 or the impact thereof will be eradicated from the minds of those who see the truth, it won't be. Even when our organic matter ceases to be, the baton has been passed on the truth will keep being asked for. The government/corporate/religious faction will keep spilling out lies that are pounded into the heads of the media viewers...those that are all plugged in...those who do not ask questions or read or those that just read the media news or tabloid garbage.

Be 7 again, be who you are! Say what you think and don't care how you are viewed and whether you are liked. If you can love yourself, be true to your own being, and harm no one in the process, then you are faring well. Do as the curious 7 year-old. Ask the questions who, what, where, when, why, and how. Then throw in hypothetical situations and see what answers arrive. When the logical or illogical is seen, ask for the individual to explain themselves and their beliefs. Done in a childlike fashion of wanting to know for the sake of knowing how something works could be viewed as PESKY or ANNOYING. Be not discouraged. Forge on because in the end, if the sheeple is not entirely brain dead, it may start to reason within itself. It may look at life in a different way and see truth, freedom, and youth. It may become blind to obstacles of DIVISION that are purposely placed to keep people from unifying. This is an ultimate goal. Unification, freedom, and living a real life and not one of servitude. ~ Maggie ~ October 18, 2007 @ 1:42 p.m. EST

My Fight

They say that it is not over until the fat lady sings. Well, I am not fat, but I am singing like hell. Based on the responses (dated October 5, 2007) that were issued to the CHRC (Canadian Human Rights Commission) by the Elder's Council, Mohawk Council of Kahnawake, and DIAND (Department of Indian Affairs and Northern Development), they must think they are dealing with a complete ass. Unless the law has changed and/or they have lost their copies of the OPEN end of our settlement, then they are in for a RUDE awakening. Section 5 WAS LEFT OPEN and NEVER SETTLED ON as it was NOT UP FOR NEGOTIATION and is still NOT up for NEGOTIATION! DIAND, MCK, and Elders are breaking the law and I would like to see them come to justice. Perhaps the MCK forgot and DIAND forgot that SECTION 10 of the Indian Act was not complied with. Hell, I didn't forget. It is high time that the lunacy be stopped. This battle is one that I have been battling for 22 years and I will not go down. They better come shoot me as I will not GO AWAY. Don't they realize that by now? Did they think I would TRASH my documents? NAH!!!!! These are only two, but I have plenty more. I have my weapons now. Next phase is the writ. Wish me luck or not. ~ Maggie ~ October 12, 2007 @ 6:13 p.m. EST.

Notes of October 12, 2007

As each day goes on, I see more familiarity within people...this one looks like so and so and that one dons the facial expressions of another. Then again, I see me in there too! We are one people.

The eyes how they twinkle! The spirit soars and flies above the trees gazing below at all that is and all that might be. The simple wants of this individual are just that: SIMPLE wants. The frivolous and superficial are not wanted nor welcomed. However, the plain, deep, and real (surreal) are indeed welcome.

My spidey senses are honing in on a target of interest which I will take my time with. Too much is going on right now and me canst spread myself too thin lest I not exist to do at all. However, a SPARK of interest is there and I want to know more. All in due time.

First and foremost is a legal rebuttal which needs attention and I must act as my own attorney once again. When this is out of the way, perhaps time will find me where I want to be. This time round I will have the services of a willing student (John) who will act as paralegal in gathering information for my argument. He is most interested and has been reading previous correspondence between myself and CHRC. We will be looking at the logic (which is really illogical) responses as given by those that I have accused of discrimination. I do like a challenge and this should be most interesting.

I had assumed where some hits would take place and the ground work was done several months ago. Now to go for the gusto.

* Indian Act 1985
*Canadian Human Rights Act
*Kahnawake Membership Law (Illegal) ~ Maggie ~ Penned 12th of October 2007 prior to 3:00 p.m. EST

Ten Ten

After my well wishing to the 4 corners and to a corner between (more at 22.5) of the cross, I stated verbally hoping that my words would be heard: THE MOTHER GIVES US ALL AND SHE SUSTAINS US ALL WHILE WE KILL HER AND THUS KILL OURSELVES. I can only hope that my vibrations reach out above that which is artificially generated for no good save for interference. The crap that is, shouldn’t be as it is plain ol’ UNNATURAL!

Today I gathered my own medicine for the burn on my arm and decided that a fine cup of cedar tea is warranted as well. This lousy cold is giving me a headache and making me feel terribly blah! Had my ass been in better gear, I would have gotten the cedar myself, however, tomorrow around noon, my cousin will come over with some fresh cut cedar and make tea for me. Not for anything, but I view cedar tea as a cure all.

I do not remember the name of the leaf which I apply to my burn on my arm, but my great grams used to use it for cuts and such. Yesterday, Eve was about the yard and gathered me up a few leaves. The “Polysporin” did absolutely SQUAT for the infection. Actually, my arm was pussing and swelling, but after wearing leaves yesterday and today, my arm is healing beautifully! ~ Maggie ~ Penned 10th of October, 2007 prior to 3:00 p.m. EST

The Prophecy

Do you know what it is like to predict someone’s actions before they will do it or an event before it will happen? It is like: Hey, I have seen this road before and if this happens then the probability of that happening again is 50/50. Then you hit that road again and again and the probability of the result being the same gets stronger. I saw the writing on the wall months ago and laid claim to it...prophesied. Tis as I expected, thus not a surprise. It is a far better thing to know than to lead yourself into foolery. ~ Maggie ~ October 17, 2007 @ 9:51 p.m. EST

Yesterday and Today (Literally)

To the winds I speak to carry off my well-wishing. The spoken words are but waves carried along in the direction that I cast. One heart. One mind–the connection is there. The belief is there that my warmth will arrive intact. Sound carries between 742 and 761 miles per hour. But thoughts?

Positive thoughts like a tree spread upwards and outwards.

Twas discussed last eve of the moon's pull and its relation to all. As our bodies are like that of earth our high and low tides are akin to the mother.

Is it lunacy that it draws from us when full or does it bring us back to our FULL selves for 3 days? *Monitor moods during moon cycles. Note changes from NEW to FULL. Monitor self for differences.

The change of season is upon us. My little groundhog friend does not appear any longer and the trees are going from green to various shades of fire. It won't be long until they lie naked in wait for their blanket of snow. Sleep nature sleep. Rebirth is around the corner. How will mankind do? This is the question that I pose. Man slumbers but for a few hours then his enslaved being goes off into the land of unknowing. The cold is noted as he adjusts himself accordingly as a natural response. However, does he SEE the change? Whoa! Slow down and stop to smell the roses.

Speaking of smell, last eve my teacher's plants called out to me and I inhaled them while my eyes were closed. Although greenery, the smell of pure and fresh cut through me and I could not get enough of the intoxicating effect. It did not matter to me that there were five other people observing my behavior. With my eyes closed, the smell brought me to a forest of life– green and lush overgrowing in beauty. The type of beauty that money can't buy.

Companionship of an animal may be forthcoming as a favor to a friend. His Doberman is elegantly sleek and graceful. This lovely animal obeys his master's whispered voice as though it were a shout. He listens to his master and seemed to tune me out of earshot. I did not seem to exist in his world. Should I take him for a bit, I would like him to know me and I would like to know him. I will also need his command words which are more than likely Chinese. Then again, I am assuming. Like I said, the commands were whispered and his long tapered ears only heard what his master said while everything else played in the background of his auditory system. I can say that as beautiful as he looks, he also appears to be a dangerous sort if need be.

Today while standing in the doorway observing the gray cotton swells amongst the blue, a thought/memory crossed my mind and my eyes stared to fill. My will held the tears back and my adjusted thought process was brought forward. No fluid left my orbs. Twas just a drift of a thought...desire/love that snapped back to reality like a band of rubber going back to its shape of origin. Corrected and adjusted, honest and sincere. To myself be true and to no man be false.

Tis a matter of freewill. No imposition of my will will be done as I would not want the same. No manipulation of person is done as this was never in the plan. There was no plan. There was only hope.

Alas, I hold no hope now as it would inflate one aspect of my being and deflate other aspects.  What will be will be as it was meant to be.  I lie in neutral. 

Friendship has its own rewards such as sharing, caring, listening, respect, trust, and honor. The someday, maybe, could be, perhaps, if, possibly and the like are not necessary. Me canst hear of them. Ah, the lightening bolts flying from rear areas tis when it will occur. Then again, who is to say that it can't occur. Yet, mine own heart would rather wait for the actual rather than hear the not real...not solid daydreams or idle speech. Such words cause self inflicted pain of heart. Thus they are shut out with truth. Truth as described above (lightening bolts). These were my traveled words–gone from my presence–out of sight, but not out of mind. Gone to another who may or may not peruse the contents of the book; who may not enter into the process of thought and rationalization(s). Although logic did not apply to the situation as to how, why, when, what, and where...the who or whom is known.

Like the band snapping back into shape, logic was cast aside as it was not applicable, but the being before the situation was. I know not of what nor whom I was in the interim from whence to present. Best said—I do know but she is shielded. ~ Maggie ~ Penned this 6th day of October, 2007 prior to 3:00 p.m. EST.