My Eyes Are Like Pools Of Rich Xocolatl, When Hit In The Right Angle, They Light Up Like Amber On Fire.

Häxan: Witchcraft Through the Ages, 1922

“The King of the Cats”: a British folk tale

One winter’s evening the sexton’s wife was sitting by the fireside with her big black cat, Old Tom, on the other side, both half asleep and waiting for the master to come home. They waited and they waited, but still he didn’t come, till at last he came rushing in, calling out, ‘Who’s Tommy Tildrum?’ in such a wild way that both his wife and his cat stared at him to know what was the matter.

‘Why, what’s the matter?’ said his wife, 'and why do you want to know who Tommy Tildrum is?’

'Oh, I’ve had such an adventure. I was digging away at old Mr Fordyce’s grave when I suppose I must have dropped asleep, and only woke up by hearing a cat's Miaou.’

'Miaou!' said Old Tom in answer.

'Yes, just like that! So I looked over the edge of the grave, and what do you think I saw?’

'Now, how can I tell?’ said the sexton’s wife.

'Why, nine black cats all like our friend Tom here, all with a white spot on their chestesses. And what do you think they were carrying? Why, a small coffin covered with a black velvet pall, and on the pall was a small coronet all of gold, and at every third step they took they cried all together, Miaou – ’

'Miaou!' said Old Tom again.

'Yes, just like that!’ said the sexton; 'and as they came nearer and nearer to me I could see them more distinctly; because their eyes shone out with a sort of green light. Well, they all came towards me, eight of them carrying the coffin, and the biggest cat of all walking in front for all the world like – but look at our Tom, how he’s looking at me. You’d think he knew all I was saying.’

'Go on, go on,’ said his wife; 'never mind Old Tom.’

'Well, as I was a-saying, they came towards me slowly and solemnly, and at every third step crying all together, Miaou –’

'Miaou!' said Old Tom again.

'Yes, just like that, till they came and stood right opposite Mr Fordyce’s grave, where I was, when they all stood still and looked straight at me. I did feel queer, that I did! But look at Old Tom; he’s looking at me just like they did.’

'Go on, go on,’ said his wife; 'never mind Old Tom.’

'Where was I? Oh, they stood still looking at me, when the one that wasn’t carrying the coffin came forward and, staring straight at me, said to me – yes, I tell 'ee, said to me, with a squeaky voice, “Tell Tom Tildrum that Tim Toidrum’s dead,” and that’s why I asked you if you knew who Tom Tildrum was, for how can I tell Tom Tildrum Tim Toldrum’s dead if I don’t know who Tom Tildrum is?’

'Look at Old Tom, look at Old Tom!’ screamed his wife.

And well he might look, for Tom was swelling and Tom was staring, and at last Tom shrieked out, 'What – old Tom dead! then I’m the King o’ the Cats!’ and rushed up the chimney and was nevermore seen.

not to be maya on side but please do not call someone or something “mayan” when talking about our people, culture, etc. “mayan” refers to our language family (a language FAMILY, in which there are plenty of unique languages). we are the maya, not the mayans. i am maya, not mayan. it is the indigenous maya community, not the indigenous mayan community. 

Halloween, Oíche Shamhna, Lá Samhna, Neo-Pagan Samhain, Día de Muertos, La Calabiuza, and my birthday. An actual 13th blue moon to close out the Witch's Year on the Neo-Pagan New Year that is Samhain?! I'm not Wiccan but I can't wait to see what that magic brings regardless. An eclipse coming as well. Woo! Action packed next few days! The Ancestors and Mighty Dead have been very strong and active this Dead Season. La Santísima and Her Husband Mictlantecuhtli really out here ready to shower in miracles. Can't wait to see what the future brings! May one book close and another more blessed narrative begin. A new story, new chapter open up.

Nothing like waking up to the sunny chill of November. A blessed All Saints Day.

I think about my ancestors all the time. They were people, people who fell in love, people who had pets, people who had a favorite book, people who were passionate about a specific topic, people who went through their own tragedy and suffering. Every single one of them was a person with their own unique life experiences.

And sometimes I think of the really old ones- the ones who spoke languages that are no longer spoken, who lived alongside wildlife that no longer exist, who belonged to cultures that are only known through remnants of pottery. I think of the people who saw the world when it was wilder and more beautiful.

Repeat after me: I am healing.

1 dead after Quinault tribal members were run down by man in pickup truck at Washington campground

Law enforcement officials are seeking a man in a white pickup truck who allegedly ran down two members of the Quinault Indian Nation over Memorial Day weekend, according to multiple reports.

One of the victims, 20-year-old James “Jimmy” Kramer, died of his wounds Saturday night. His friend, 19-year-old Harvey Anderson, was released from Tacoma General Hospital on Sunday.

The incident occurred Saturday morning at a campground off Donkey Creek Road, near Hoquiam, Washington, 100 miles southwest of Seattle. 

Witnesses said a white male in his 30s driving a white Chevrolet pickup truck pulled onto a gravel bar around 1:30 a.m. and started doing “donuts,” spraying debris in the camping area.

Kramer, Anderson and other campers reportedly yelled for the driver to stop. The driver responded by targeting individual campers, driving over Kramer and Anderson before fleeing into the night. 

Police do not have a suspect yet. In press release, the Quinault tribe said the driver was heard “screaming racial slurs” as he drove, according to Last Real Indians. Read more (5/30/17)

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