Stoat Mary
Mary Stoat: So you have come back my dear.
Me: Yes because I thought you called me.
Mary: I did my Indigo Child, I will continue my tale.
Me: Your Tail?
Mary: No my Tale. See my beautiful white coat? See how thick it is and how white? See the longer hairs are tipped silver at the ends? This coat is part of my Tale. I wear it not because it is Winter but because I am more than 2000 years old, give or take a decade or two, and the coat is mine by right of age, power, and character.
I am still a vicious killer but only when needs must. I have learned to view the whole not the parts and curb my intentions and basic urges when they do not promote my well being as a whole. I have learned to curb my tail.
Me: I see but really I don’t.
Mary: Well my dear you have the eye, the pillow you noted was really not the Shop Lady’s own or hers alone to know the worth. It belongs to me and is mine alone to know the worth. She hides it in plain sight so that I know it is secure but the stone is mine. It is the dead heart of Ioudas, the Betrayer and you recognized it because you so oft feel betrayed. I wanted you to spot it because your betrayals, while real, are small and puny compared to this divine betrayal, probably the most notorious in published history. The Publicist for that Nazerene was truly amazing!
Me: I really don’t understand most of this, what is an Indigo Child, why do you reference the bible?
Mary: Perhaps someday you will understand, perhaps not. You are blue my child and may never understand but since you are so dark blue you may.
Me: Tell me more, I want to understand.
Mary: Not now my child I have only one other thing to say at present. You are correct; the Old Man lacks empathy and is filled with false compassion but just as you believe, it is not his condition that causes him to behave this way….he was always like this, only now just more so. So remember these words and tell “He”.
We do not have to get him his own AOL Account, just assign him one of the Son’s old ones, that will save us money!
Mary: Good night.
Me: My head hurts. 
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I love this, Dru. You are so gifted – i am telling you that posting your poems/thoughts on FB would give you a little audience and the kind words are delightful! Talk to Vern bout it. Now, that being said, I know you are not a FB fan, so disregard 🙂
Hi Ho Ms M, Thanx for reading and thanx for the kind words. Yup you know my thoughts on FB, leave it to “HE” who will not obey. Besides he tells me most of what he is participating in, so I know you’re still acting the consumate teacher. Throw out a intricate thought and see what hits the wall. Vernon is becoming quite “chatty”. A little birdie told me two days ago was a big one for you! Boy you were awfully young to be trying to hold us brats in tow. We have something to celebrate now, so we’ve just got to have a meet and eat soon. xxx ooo dru
Very good
Thank Old Man. ~~dru~~
heh….shakes head… I only got two exhanges on mine a rare rare moment i remember the dream and worse one where words actually were exchanged! 😉 they we’re someone i know showing to my home walking past me deliberately bumping me out of the way…exclaiming “how RUDE!” and the other asking one of those dumbass questions you know the answer to, you just feel small talk should be exchanged. “so this is where you’re staying?” as if hurt i chose against her…and thus them. – now according to dream moods – prophecy dreams usually signify something of a feeling of abadonment…and in this case MINE actually despite how it seems to indicate i’m doing the dirty here 😉 now in my personal world, i’ve had a good number of dreams come deliberately and completely true minus one caviot the reality is not the dreamt solution but it’s opposite. so woe to me for the hint someone isn’t properly moving along when others have…eek 😉 and worse, i got effectively my approval timeline to go house hunting today. not so much pre qualification i have that, i mean it being entirely verified minus one last item which is assets down that i have a date for. i know the 2 week rule to process as well. so I’m not likely without a chance FINALLY to go house hunting after i had zero chance to move away so i did from one who said it wasn’t a good fit she’d rather live alone and i’d never be homeless facing a seriously good chance at it if I’d stayed with zero assurance either I’d have more than a ride out of town to my mommy’s which I’d probably have had to call her anyways… this led to the quick date to a shady chump and then one to the guy she is marrying in a short spell – no moss grows on a rolling stone! or short break to get rested into having a minor life is going to be a permanant route in t minus six weeks 😉 lol but after never expecting to, all of a sudden out of nohere, I suddenly get to buy a house a dream come true as if the univer wishes me to have no hard feelings on the bait and switch b.s. 😉 –or that’s what *I* get dreaming both asleep and awake 😉 oh and sis drug me out on my bill run around waiting til i got literally nothing i wanted out for to do which is hi the sweet one at the store and collect my meds with the hidden motive of collecting a few money orders for bills. oh wait i gave away the alterior motive 😉 silly me. and the highest rated mexican restaraunt in town was about the most disappointing dinner i ever had. presented well, service excellent if not excelling beyond heaven in a non sexual favors way. and the food sucked. crap. well it will be in a few more hours/days whichever . i recieor. even the mocking birds weren’t mocking today. but they held quite the conversations my way this near year… what a dream only to be heading towards another. I’d rather wish it was a gin and tonic. so as i too can’t get after it in reality, carock organic gin with almond stuffed queen olives with the righteous six pack small bottles of canada dry tonic if they don’t have sweppes. and because i’m feeling decadent a zrizzle of chambord atop.. two imes and a blood orange oswallowing the sword ..you know those stupid plastic things for garnish and two longer swizzle straws why? double barrel SHOTGUN! 😉 ah…dreams….if you’d like a lauhable one..dreams is a songtitle and in this case john stamos…yes, uncle jesse, and whoever his star was in the soap opera before his full house days doing an iten cover of dreams *alone) which is far better known as the Heart song. if you get the soap oepra vid one – “those were just some THOUGHTS i jotted Down!” “well i saved them and wrote this here song we really swiped from someone else 😉 😀
Hey S.Man dreams are just that, dreams. ~~dru~~