Freaky Family and Friends

I guess Queen has more favorite F words

“What happens when everything is to Freaky?” — starts Alberto with a question to his apprentice “Who happens to be a real Spirit Bird” — his words not mine. Eavesdropping. I love it.

Queens freaky means become too real. A situation when everything can be dangerous because it’s all in your mind. I needed my mind to be strong so I painted my thoughts in blue. When I needed my colorful and inspirational thoughts they become a rainbow with a golden membrane as a filter. What comes in is filtered so that my thoughts can be clean and lovely, not self-destructive or self-sabotaging. Alberto, I was a master of self-sabotage.

“About what did you wanna talk on first shamanic confessions when you were a child?” — asked Alberto again.

“Well, about a spooky thing, (warning disclaimer) about taking my life. But, Anuk and me, we agreed on a new promise we attend to keep and it’s no more of raising a hand on yourself, including self-sabotage. I was a smart child, good thing I did not go to the priest. He would tell me I’d go to hell, but Dove knew better than that thanks to Lorna. See, Alberto, Lorna get’s to be the Dove of my Soul because of her words of love and prayers for me. And I get to be Father’s Dove, and I know every person that thought that desperate action is a solution to a hopeless situation will be taken in the Heavens by angels. Also, in my desperate moments, I did not do it because there is no honor in that. And one sad belief. I thought my soul is too ugly for angels to take it.”

“Very dangerous belief, Love” — said Alberto.

“I know better now. I’m a girl who loves shamanic confessions. It always end up with laughter, even that one ends up laughing because shamans are my friends. The freaky family is ready. All I have to do play the song that will give me strength I need to finish the game we started.”

Oh, Christ is here. I’m an angel. I should ask the questions. “Egg or a chicken, what comes first?”

I got to hear this, his philosophical answer, Christians are well-known for being good philosophers not. The biggest attempt of Christian philosophy is Father, Spirit, and Son are one, and even they get confused in understanding that because they deny the existence of more Gods. He is here frustrated because he hears laughter in Heaven, and knows they are laughing at him, but not why. Now I’ll ask a second question and Heaven will answer for me and that’s how me and Anuk will settle our case with him forever. “Christ or Christina?”

He answered “Christ” every time, forgetting about what’s the most important thing when you are a time traveler. Now. Devine temperance. Everything happens for a reason, at the right time, in the right place. Everything is changing all the time. Growth is consistency and excepting newness. Just like this, for example, Christ. You were first, of course, you are. Except you are a male Christian who put himself before the female, you lived before 2000 years. That’s logical. But, who comes first now you totally missed to answer and comprehend. I thought you are a better philosopher than that, Christ. He’s talking with a girl who can produce divine with her farts (more F words, I just like this), and did not believe in me? Too bad Christ, because I call this game Christina is home, Christ is not.

“Girl, what did you just do?” — this one is my friend Aleksia. We meet in a spiritual world as kids. I showed her her wings and I thought her a lesson about being envious of someones else's light. I encourage her to follow her light. “You still inspire me, Girl, besides you are hilarious your soul is so wise! They showed me your jokes. I had the laughter of life. I wanna learn from you again.” Oh, I did not even notice it’s spooky question.

“I know, I heard you! Now you have three shamans in your room, waiting for me to pull my next move. Am I right? I get to spook you with my Love too

“Aleksia, I know what did I do. I’m letting Heavens help me while I can roam free. I don’t have o do things on my own anymore, I showed them my language and ways. I have freaky family and freaky friends who are into spirituality, they can help Love resting her case while her shy-shy is safe”

Dove what is the song you are listening to, askes me Father how do you make me feel method. “Heal the world, Father.”

“Heal yourself, healer, first!” — probably some wise sage woman said don Antonio, and yes it’s dona Laura, Alberto, to me at shamanic confessions. This is me again telling our inter joke about male and female sages.

“Aleksia, you still have shamans in your room laughing?”

“Yes, Girl, how do you know?”

“I get to spook them with my Love too.”