Thanks to a not so nice neighbor, The city animal control came out today and took 4 of my cats to the pound.  They are supposed to come back in two weeks to take 4 or 5 more.  Please PLEASE if you have a warm heart and a loving home, please message me or email me at Dreamerinthestars@gmail.com and come take one into your heart.  I've cried too many tears already, and I don't want my babies killed.  (Oklahoma doesn't have a no-kill policy).  They are wonderful babies, and deserve life.  Please help me save them from the pound.  

Begging

Marquette 

Well, where do I start?  I really don't want to bash all men, but I SOOO want to bash mine right now.  I have lived in Oklahoma all my life.  I'm done.  Moving to another city would be ok, but unfortunately I wouldn't even know where THAT would be.  Most of the other towns around Oklahoma City are hick towns (no offense) and do not have jobs.  My boyfriend keeps saying it isn't feasable to move out of state 'right now' but I wasn't saying we should try  to immediately!  I am thinking around January or Feburary, at the earliest.  Until then, we save our money and... well.... pick a place.  He isn't listening.  He never does.  Whats a girl to do?  He says he would love to move out of state eventually too.  So.... why is he making 'practicality' excuses?  He cannot find work here.  I'm a hairstylist who would make more money in another state.  My mother said she'd go where ever I went.  Its almost as if he is saying he has all the 'want' but none of the drive to make it a reality.  So now I feel like I really have no one to talk to.  

Ok.  I guess I'm done venting.

Blessed Be,

Marquette 

For those of you who do not know about this show, and those who think they may not be interested, Jericho is a FANTASTIC show.  In fact I liked it so much I jumped on the Save Jericho bandwagon, because CBS WAS going to cancel it.  Thanks to an outpouring of email, nuts (yes, thats right, nuts.... gotta watch the show to find out why) and posts to the message board, Jericho is coming back for a second season. 

They will replay all of the first season this summer, or you can go to CBS.com, and watch all the first season there. 

So if you don't believe me that its a great show, go watch and see for yourself, and if you love it like the me and 9 million other americans, email CBS and let them know it! 

Brightest Blessing,

WH

For a long time now, I have been having dreams that portray a world vastly different from the one we know now.  I have no doubt that it is a glimpse of what is to come, however, I don't know how it will happen.  At least, not yet.  I believe that part of it is a worldwide collapse of technology (eeek... gasp) and something akin to society paying for its greed and hypocracy.  That is just a guess though.  Whatever the case, I have listed some things below that are what I see in my dreams.  You'll have to forgive the style its written in, for this is the only way I have of articulating what I've seen.   Each 'blurb' is a snapshot of what I've seen.

Stores forced to sell what goods they have on the street like an old world market.  More and more occult suppliers than what is normal for today.  

People in small to medium groups as a method of survival.  Living almost like gypsies.

People washing clothes in tubs and houses relying on candles and generators for light.

Places like New York and Washington so overcrowded that even office buildings were being converted into living spaces. 

More pagans than christians; christians having become the minority and being criticized for their actions and beliefs.

Transportation drastically changed.  Only maybe a third of vehicles still running, and a greater reliance on walking, bikes and believe it or not, horses.

Now, Some will read this and think I'm nuts, but I'm telling you that whatever is coming, it will be the pagans who band together who will have the best chance of making a 'go' of it.  I have a feeling the christians will shoulder most of the blame along with some aspects of the government and a lot of society.  

Even the animals will need our protection when all this starts to go down.  

Hell, just look at the gas prices!  And I think that is what triggered me into putting the pieces of my dreams together in the first place, instead of just being puzzled over how strange they were.   And I know there is something in what I dream.  Before the 9-11 attacks, I had a dream that I saw a cave with several men in head wrappings sitting on a sand floor discussing political issues, and outside, a desert with tanks and men in fatigues with guns.  A few months later......  and this is just one example. 

So although I'm not saying that everyone should become paranoid by any means, I do think we should start mentally and spiritually preparing ourselves, maybe physically too, for what is to come.  Personally, I am going to watch the national news closely, and buy a bike.  My family and I are talking about it all now.  

If you have anything you'd like to add to this, or have had similar visions or whatnot, please tell me.  Maybe if we piece it all together we can get a better picture of what is going on.  Right now, its all just an undercurrent, but I just don't think it will remain that way.

Love and Light,

Marquettte 

Why Women Are Crabby
We started to "bud" in our blouses at 9 or 10 years old only to find that anything that came in contact with those tender, blooming buds hurt so bad it brought us to tears. So came the ridiculously uncomfortable training bra contraption that the boys in school would snap until we had calluses on our backs.Next, we get our periods in our early to mid-teens (or sooner). Along with those budding boobs, we bloated, we cramped, we got the hormone crankies, had to wear little mattresses between our legs or insert tubular, packed cotton rods in places we didn't even know we had.Our next little rite of passage (premarital or not) was having sex for the first time which was about as much fun as having a ramrod push your uterus through your nostrils (IF he did it right and didn't end up with his little cart before his horse), leaving us to wonder what all the fuss was about.Then it' was off to Motherhood where we learned to live on dry crackers and water for a few months so we didn't spend the entire day leaning over Brother John. Of course, amazing creatures that we are (and we are), we learned to live with the growing little angels inside us steadi! ly kicking our innards night and day making us wonder if we were preparing to have Rosemary's Baby Our once flat bellies looked like we swallowed a watermelon whole and we pee'd our pants every time we sneezed. When the big moment arrived, the dam in our blessed Nether Regions invariably burst right in the middle of the mall and we had to waddle, with our big cartoon feet, moaning in pain all the way to the ER. Then it was huff and puff and beg to die while the OB says, "Please stop screaming, Mrs. Hearmeroar. Calm down and push. Just one more good push (more like 10)," warranting a strong, well-deserved impulse to punch the %*#!* (and hubby) square in the nose for making us cram a wiggling, mushroom-headed 10lb bowling ball through a keyhole.
After that, it was time to raise those angels only to find that when all that "cute" wears off, the beautiful little darlings morphed into walking, jabbering, wet, gooey, snot-blowing, life-sucking little poop machines.
Then come their "Teen Years." Need I say more?
When the kids are almost grown, we women hit our voracious sexual prime in our early 40's - while hubby had his somewhere around his 18th birthday. So we progress into the grand finale: "The Menopause," the Grandmother of all womanhood. It's either take HRT and chance cancer in those now seasoned "buds" or the aforementioned Nether Regions, or, sweat like a hog in July, wash your sheets and pillowcases daily and bite the head off anything that moves. Now, you ask WHY women seem to be more spiteful than men, when men get off so easy, INCLUDING the icing on life's cake: Being able to pee in the woods without soaking their socks.. So, while I love being a woman, "Womanhood" would make the Great Gandhi a tad crabby. Women are the "weaker sex"? Yeah right. Bite me.