Astrologer, published author, conference presenter, world traveler, founder & editor of Crone Chronicles: A Journal of Conscious Aging (1989-2001) , and founding visionary of Green Acres Permaculture Village (2010 to present).
We have three traps with cantalope slices set in two different yards. This is the second groundhog we caught, two days ago, with the first the day before. This second one a baby compared to the humongous first one. Then today, another big one. There are at least one big one and four or five little ones to go. We take them out to a place in the woods about fifteen minutes from here, near Lake Monroe, hoping they will find one another.
Here’s today’s catch. Carisa, Ollie and Wyatt took this one, another big one, out there. I accompanied them, to show Carisa where we are letting them out. (Carisa has been gone for the past week, so this is the first time she had to transport.)
This groundhog, like the others, shot outta there so fast, there was no time to take a picture. As ever, we are hoping they will all find one another.
On our return, we saw another small groundhog, just as it was disappearing behind another neighborhood house. And my next door neighbor just told me that he saw a big one, going into his hole behind their shed, just a few minutes ago! So he set the two traps we put there, again.
Hmmm . . . so this means we have at least three adult groundhogs, besides the litter of five or six that we know about.
Well, one thing you can say for this situation . . . it’s bringing neighbors together in a new way, and all with common purpose, to get these critters to paradise, where they belong.
Our urgency, however, has to do with the fact that they had already munched on all the radishes and greens we were growing out back.
As yet another annual Pride Month begins, a dear friend of mine asked me if her equally dear 15-year-old son decided he wasn’t typical, by which she meant, not heterosexual, would that be okay with me?
“Of course!” I responded, immediately.
I have had many gay friends over the years, both male and female, and no doubt will continue to do so. I’ve even had good friends who dress as the sex opposite to the biological body into which they were born, one of them having taken hormones so successfully, that I truly did think he was the sex he presented himself as, a gentle, beautiful young man! So when he told me his actual, biological truth, I was flabbergasted. And now, by the way, he also says he regrets his decision to take hormones, and would like to de-transition.
But what is not okay with me, is what came through in my dear friend’s next question: and would it be okay with me if he decided to use pronouns?
Well, frankly, I exploded: “NO!!!!”
Here is a clear presentation of why not. (And BTW: I go along with the entire paragraph until it gets to the Christ part, preferring to decide for myself there, as well. (Not that I’m against Christ. I just refuse to be told what to be-LIE-ve.))
From this website:
What inspired the above quote was this: yes, a biological woman, pretending to be a man, getting pregnant, and calling it proof that transgender men can give birth.
Huh?
What happened to logic, to common sense? When up is down, left is right, and male is female, then confusion reigns. When confused, human beings are easily captured, controlled, by outside forces to serve hidden agendas.
Therefore:
This is serious folks, deadly serious. Fully 1/4 of U.S. teenagers have now been captured by the transgender agenda.
Jennifer Bilek recognizes the larger, deeply insidious, context: We are being “pushed to evolve towards a disembodied state in fusion with AI.”
”And you? My teacher looked up, his left eyebrow arched, pencil poised. 'I want to do a paper on the concept of time.’” I mumbled, timidly. 'Time?' He sniffed. “I wouldn’t touch the subject. Too difficult.” — AK, 1967
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Astrologer, published author, conference presenter, world traveler, founder & editor of Crone Chronicles: A Journal of Conscious Aging (1989-2001) , and founding visionary of Green Acres Permaculture Village (2010 to present).
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