Old Granny says,

I made the best choices I was given to make, even under some unfortunate circumstances, and I don’t feel guilty for following my own Stars.

Happy Venus Transit Days are Coming Soon! And I had a dream once, that reassured me I’d be alive to see it from the Desert, live on TV and internet.

So, I’m getting ready for the Paradigm Shifting Party, when the Spirits of the GhostDancer’s will rise from my native land, and maybe gather in the clouds, to help us transfigure our survival options.

I believe that the transportation of Spirit by Buddhists, and the Ascension of Jesus, PROVE that Sentient Human Beings are capable of ascension to a higher paradigm of existence on the ethereal plane, as predicted by the Mayan Calendar.

If NOT, then I am prepared to spend my next life in the Land of Faerie, beyond the Mists of Avalon, trying to change this death cult paradigm from there, with magic more powerful than mere words.

My Mother told me, when I was little, that Heaven will be everything I’ve ever wanted it to be, and I’ve always believed her, so the Pearly Gates of Castle Chariot is my soul’s next destination, and my descendants will often see me in their dreams, haunting and pushing them to believe in the magic of Sentient Life..

KaliMorganaSage

Dearly TexanDodder by Law,

I was called to a Mission at the cusp of my first Saturn Cycle, that only another Capricorn/Aquarian hybrid has ever understood, and I’ve become assuredly self-righteous because I’ve never backed down from choosing to walk in balance on my own fated path, to make the World a better place, one person at a time, beginning with me, every morning that I’m blessed to wake up.

Dearly Eblenn, I’m gonna find yer Methodist Pastor on the web, inform him of our struggles, and ask him and his wife, to get involved with some family counseling, before, when, and after I get there in August. …Kali

PLZ tell Bobby how trapped I was feeling in the backyard. Of course I escaped again! That’s the kind of Woman I am. I’D HAVE BEEN DEAD LONG TIME AGO if I hadn’t become an escape artist. And Bob should thank his lucky stars I left him safely tucked in the bosom of his Good Father’s family.
I only meant to stay in Georgia for two months, but I refused to go on another road trip with my girlfriend ever again, because of her careless, maniacal driving.
So, it’s taken me awhile to organize an escape from this flea-cursed house, and get back to the Revolution happening in the WestTexas Desert. YEE-HAW! So, I would really like a Homecoming BarBque in your front yard, the first week of August, so I can load up my household stash and go off to set up housekeeping in Terlingua.
I’m a FreeAmazon. I can’t live under any man’s roof. He should remember at least THAT much, if he wasn’t so caught up holding a grudge. He’s harboring angst and its killing him (and me)with stress. PLZ tell him to ‘lighten-up’, will you?

Luv and sweet peasce, Granny Sage, the witchy eccentric

MovieSet Review/FRIED GREEN TOMATOS/WHISTLESTOP CAFE

I’m not judging Juliette, Georgia on the ethics issues involving a fictional Alabama town full of clansmen. I’m pleased with the feel of the yokels working at, and supporting a pleasant way to become legendary amongst tourists who have always preferred to ‘see America first’, because it’s good for the life of a town with homespun beauty.

The WhistleStop Café is marvelous, and deserves her place on any hipi map. Garden Salad, Peach Cobbler, and a heap of french-fries w/ ketchup, for two, plus bottomless, iced sweet tea, served in a canning jar, was $20.

So, even though I saw no Color in, or around-behind, the People of Juliette have done a fine job of growing a nice little town for little old ladies, and yuppie GrandMothers, and even fat, old hipis like me in the front porch rockers. A burly old guy even came-on to me as I was sitting backwards on a barstool, waiting at the restroom door. He tapped me on my shoulder when I wasn’t looking, and I leaned back, like in my salad days, and said “What?” So, we danced a few one-liners, back and forth, until I called him an Old Hipi. Whenupon, I left him grinning speechless, without falling off the stool.

The place is ‘styling’ as they say in Yankee New York. And it feels like a town which would’ve harbored a colored man’s wife and her secret,
white-manslaughter, in defense of her husband, and her best friend’s baby. ( so now you remember who done it?) (and I’m SURE the old Lady telling the story was Itchie,the BeeCharmer.)

Macon Blues/Resolution

It seems both of us were feeling trapped with each other’s manias forever, without sight of a flight back to the Desert and Revolution for me and both my animal familiars. But BrotherFriend Robert finally got back on line from his new HomeGrown GreenPowered Homestead, and offered me a new HomeTown in the Big Bend Desert, where I can drive home from the bar under starlight in my golf cart, with my black dog running shotgun in front of me. So, Robert’s Roadship will arrive by the
First of Hot August Nights, to carry me West to the Texas Desert, and leave my girlfriend’s fleas behind with herself.
And the maniacal, reactionary, demented old bitch has been reassured that she’ll be getting her house back to before dogdays hit, and I won’t have to shampoo Lillian for fleas every morning.

Refer to ‘I Believe in Happy Endings, by Neil Diamond

Macon Blues

Can’t count on my girlfriend to put my hair in a pony-tail, or scratch my back, except on payday, and can’t count on the Old Cracker down the hall, whom I’ve been tending, to baby-sit my Dog when I get to go to Walmart,
So what’s the advantage of living here with NO BACKUP of any kind?

Had to call the cops yesterday to climb the stairs to her ’ivory tower’ , and check on her at 3PM (heat index 100), as she hadn’t turned on the AC at noon, as is her routine, and wasn’t answering her phone, so I thought she might have been heat-struck and unconscious.

The Lady Cop climbed the stairs, knocked on her door, and Jahnean answered it right away. Said she was fine, but acted like she was totally unaware and unconcerned about me and Lillian baking with NO AC in the heat to the day! Is negligence only a crime if I die here? Poor Lillian would probably be shot to put her out of her grief.

So, It seems to me that I made a BIG mistake coming here to Georgia, only to find out that my friend is dangerously crazier than I thought she was, and that it’s time to make some plans to get back to my desert township by Halloween.

Lillian is miserable, losing weight, suffering hordes of fleas, might not survive the summer, so my only option might be to have her euthanized so I can catch a GreyHound to Pahrump, and board the TecopaShoppingShuttle'BRROOOM'…I’m sure that my Sisterfriend, BonitaLinda will let me sleep on her couch, and help me find a new camp to rent.…OR I could make a stop in Carson City to visit my Motherfriend OkieThelma while she’s still alive. And I wonder if I should stop in Texas to sell my GolfCart to the highest bidder, or raffle it off? Might have to since $600.00 a month from SSI might not cover bus fare all the way, and pay for vet fees, too.


On the other hand, as Queen of Hipi Road, Emeritus…if I could get lucky again, and hook up with another Veteran Hipi or Rainbow Elder, with a dog-friendly camping vehicle who is willing to take a road trip to the Great American Desert and Hot Springs, where there are no leash laws, I could de-flea my Old Sweetheart and load her up, instead of releasing her back out into the infested yard to sicken and die too young. For being a desert homebody for most of her 8 years, she took to being a road dog happily and well, until we got to this hell-hole of a greasy, pestilent, gulf coast summer. If I could get her home she might live another 8.

Anybody out there reading this? Be Aware…I am an old, fat, feminist witch, and my purple-tongued, half-breed Chow, Lillian Weed, is a mind-reader who doesn’t like mean, unhappy people, so if you are an experienced driver with air-conditioning, and the good will to make this voyage, send possibilities, references, phone number, etc. to MorganaSage@gmail.com or 149 Rogers Ave.,Macon,GA 31204 Soonest!

We travel light these days...2 bedrolls, an ice-chest, an herbal medicine bag, and a piggy-backing laptop.

Helen Thomas, BRAVO

Even Yokel Georgian Newscasters understand EXACTLY the lack of the need for caution at her Age and Status as Dean of Informed Journalism.

I look forward to watching her opinionated approach to working out some common sense solutions for the Children of the Holy Land, during a LONG working retirement.

Elder Helen is RIGHT…an Independent Palestinian State is only Kosher.

Jesus and Mohamed were Sons of the same Father, so Allah and Jehovah
Are One and The Same God of the Brotherhoods.

The Jews were granted a righteous Homeland, so now it’s time for Israel to give as good as She’s gotten, to the Palestinian side of the Family.

Wouldn't it be appropriate for Our Commander-in-Chief to issue an order to deploy military engineers aboard submarines, to command the capping of the rogue well?