THE LIFE AND TIMES
OF A RENEGADE SAINT
Dear Humble Reader:
It is with great pleasure that I present the first of a series to highlight:
The Life and Times of A Renegade Saint.
This refers to me. Saint Anne Thrax.
Shouldn't you spell it Anthrax? Isn't it in poor taste to mock a bio hazard? Don’t you know that Anthrax is toxic white powder? It is a well known fact that Anthrax is not a pretty name. It is used to warm people about the possibility of terrorism.
First I must say: This is a deliberate special message that you may see over and over on this site:
Saint Anne Thrax does not support *nor does she participate in* acts of terrorism.
Yes, the name SAINT ANNE THRAX gets attention. Moon Mother used the name to support her Gaia Goddess agenda. My role as spokesperson serves to teach the ways of sacred being that occurred BC. Before Christ.
Don’t get me wrong. I love Jesus as much as anyone. He ain’t heavy: He’s my brother.
Father Sun needed an ego boost so he insisted that Moon Mother give birth to a first born male child.
No... it was not a virgin birth. We won't go there right now, but suffice it to say that the dude was pulled together up on the Dark Side of the Moon. The star seen when Jesus was born was Father Sun’s only begotten son. As the prince of peace sped through the bardos and dimensions in order to arrive on your planet.
We call your little ball in space Gaia. It's more Earth-friendly. Earth has such a errrr sound. Gaia (guy-uh... or if you're so inclined Gay- yuh!) sounds soothing. Gaia has the ah vowel so popular in meditation practice.
When did you hear a teacher say: just chant ERRR.
True Confession: I teach a chant that focuses on ERRR and GRRRRR. My forte is to flip things around. want it done right: don't do it yourself. If the shoe fits: go out and buy another pair. You get the idea.
You might ask: Why do you do everything in a manner that many would say is the wrong way?
To burst your little bubble that everything is supposed to be just the way you hope it will be. And chasing that carrot on the stick, giving into the Monkey Mind will indeed provide security and freedom.
Eventually. But not now. we need to chase that carrot. Steal that stick. Beat someone with it if need be. And Monkey Mind. What is that?
To paraphrase a teacher of Moon Mother's Monkey Mind is that part of yourself that races from tree to tree. Swinging back and forth looking for that ideal bananna. The ripest, most delicious, creamiest, dreamiest bananna ever. The one you've been dreaming of ever since you were a little Monk. Or Monkette.
Not to explode your innards, but what arises is often what needs to be acknowledged.
Yes you may get that bananna and No you may not get that bananna. You could both enjoy the treat and get sick from it. It's never one way.
It's not either I'll get that bananaa and be happy ever after or I'll be miserable and keep searching until I expire.
Do you see the EITHER OR in the statement.
Our lesson for the week:
See how this phrase applies to your life. Just as it is: no need to pretend it's any different. Allow yourself the luxury to act just as you want to act. At least this week. LOL.
Either / Or is such a Chore.
Embrace Both / And.
Contemplate the statement. No need to elaborate, you can twist it your own way. We all need to twist things our way to feel like we're the one twisting. Not being twisted.
The challenge: How often do you think it's either xxxx or yyyy? What happens if you say it's Both xxx and yyyy.
You don't need to think percentages: 10 percent x and 90 percent y. Goddess tiklalahara has a tendency to want to turn everything into a math exercise;
"It all needs to add up to 100 percent."
“100 percent of what?" Goddess Mercurious astutely pointed out at the last Goddess meeting. "we're talking quantum physics where nothing is everything. And everything is nothing."
The DOGIUD#13 provides the support I need to continue my work.
Time moves on so I will return to the start of the blog and tell you about the family.
Moon Mother: Think Betty White with a touch of Joan Crawford. She's heavenly and hellish. One minute a Durga the next Quan Yin. That's why I love her so. A very good hostess she took classes from Ms. Manners and Martha Stewart.
Father Sun: Nasty Daddy par excellance. GW Bush melded with Archie Bunker. Shake that up with the erudite sarcassm of Rush Limbaugh and Bill O'Reilly. What do you get? A stomachache to die for.
Father Sun doesn’t “believe in" feelings. So there is a lot of pushed down shadow crap .His bleeding ulcers are his war medals. Eventually the festering feelings erupt. With a stench of one of those shit bags they threw around in Bangkok last week.
OK.. in Thailand they say he “mean well.” Yeah... He's both mean and well. or mean and wel...This is far from the healthy reference to well. Trust me he is more mean than well.
Jesus is my brother. He spends time away. Out and Off attempting to heal.sometimes he answers pleas for impossible miracles . MOst of the time he just hangs out with his band of male “brothers.” Father Sun likes him. Jesus doesn't like Father Sun. Holidays are a real riot!
Moon mother begged Father Sun to
“work with her” to create one more
sacred child.
“Forget about it." he said.
"please father sun.. You could
have your way with me and we
could make a little love child.
I long for a daughter."
“No means no and I said No.”
he snipped. You’ll wait a long
time for that...like forever!
No from FS didn’t mean there
would be no child. Some things
are meant tobe no matter what
challenges are put in the way of
the goal. I am a good ample:
Destined to be delivered I in turn
give back and deliver.
How I was conceived is still a mystery. My birth became legend: The Buddha even stopped by to celebrate.
(No kind reader: you were not me in another lifetime. Don’t bother getting a lifetime hypnotherapy regression. I’m here now. And here you are sitting right there.)
The Divine Order of Goddesses Intergalactic Universal Division #13 gave me my own baby shower. Soon came the legendary"missing years" of my sacred training.
So that's how it started. Kinda cool, eh?
Picture my story depicted in a children's Vacation Bible Shool magazine. With loose, misty watercolors. It would show the men look hunky and the women look despicable. The men get to leisurely lay with each other in secluded gardens. The women left behind to do the wash by hand in the muddy creek beds.
Fear not: we're working on the next book.
I can't give away the secret, but if you loved the first book you'll at least tolerate the second book.
What first book?
Please visit the About page on this website for more information.
The blog must close. I am being summoned overseas to be guest hostess at the Bunk Buddies for World Peace party.
Hugs a plenty
Saint Anne Thrax
copyright 2010 Pertinent Press / all rights reserved
It is with great pleasure that I present the first of a series to highlight:
The Life and Times of A Renegade Saint.
This refers to me. Saint Anne Thrax.
Shouldn't you spell it Anthrax? Isn't it in poor taste to mock a bio hazard? Don’t you know that Anthrax is toxic white powder? It is a well known fact that Anthrax is not a pretty name. It is used to warm people about the possibility of terrorism.
First I must say: This is a deliberate special message that you may see over and over on this site:
Saint Anne Thrax does not support *nor does she participate in* acts of terrorism.
Yes, the name SAINT ANNE THRAX gets attention. Moon Mother used the name to support her Gaia Goddess agenda. My role as spokesperson serves to teach the ways of sacred being that occurred BC. Before Christ.
Don’t get me wrong. I love Jesus as much as anyone. He ain’t heavy: He’s my brother.
Father Sun needed an ego boost so he insisted that Moon Mother give birth to a first born male child.
No... it was not a virgin birth. We won't go there right now, but suffice it to say that the dude was pulled together up on the Dark Side of the Moon. The star seen when Jesus was born was Father Sun’s only begotten son. As the prince of peace sped through the bardos and dimensions in order to arrive on your planet.
We call your little ball in space Gaia. It's more Earth-friendly. Earth has such a errrr sound. Gaia (guy-uh... or if you're so inclined Gay- yuh!) sounds soothing. Gaia has the ah vowel so popular in meditation practice.
When did you hear a teacher say: just chant ERRR.
True Confession: I teach a chant that focuses on ERRR and GRRRRR. My forte is to flip things around. want it done right: don't do it yourself. If the shoe fits: go out and buy another pair. You get the idea.
You might ask: Why do you do everything in a manner that many would say is the wrong way?
To burst your little bubble that everything is supposed to be just the way you hope it will be. And chasing that carrot on the stick, giving into the Monkey Mind will indeed provide security and freedom.
Eventually. But not now. we need to chase that carrot. Steal that stick. Beat someone with it if need be. And Monkey Mind. What is that?
To paraphrase a teacher of Moon Mother's Monkey Mind is that part of yourself that races from tree to tree. Swinging back and forth looking for that ideal bananna. The ripest, most delicious, creamiest, dreamiest bananna ever. The one you've been dreaming of ever since you were a little Monk. Or Monkette.
Not to explode your innards, but what arises is often what needs to be acknowledged.
Yes you may get that bananna and No you may not get that bananna. You could both enjoy the treat and get sick from it. It's never one way.
It's not either I'll get that bananaa and be happy ever after or I'll be miserable and keep searching until I expire.
Do you see the EITHER OR in the statement.
Our lesson for the week:
See how this phrase applies to your life. Just as it is: no need to pretend it's any different. Allow yourself the luxury to act just as you want to act. At least this week. LOL.
Either / Or is such a Chore.
Embrace Both / And.
Contemplate the statement. No need to elaborate, you can twist it your own way. We all need to twist things our way to feel like we're the one twisting. Not being twisted.
The challenge: How often do you think it's either xxxx or yyyy? What happens if you say it's Both xxx and yyyy.
You don't need to think percentages: 10 percent x and 90 percent y. Goddess tiklalahara has a tendency to want to turn everything into a math exercise;
"It all needs to add up to 100 percent."
“100 percent of what?" Goddess Mercurious astutely pointed out at the last Goddess meeting. "we're talking quantum physics where nothing is everything. And everything is nothing."
The DOGIUD#13 provides the support I need to continue my work.
Time moves on so I will return to the start of the blog and tell you about the family.
Moon Mother: Think Betty White with a touch of Joan Crawford. She's heavenly and hellish. One minute a Durga the next Quan Yin. That's why I love her so. A very good hostess she took classes from Ms. Manners and Martha Stewart.
Father Sun: Nasty Daddy par excellance. GW Bush melded with Archie Bunker. Shake that up with the erudite sarcassm of Rush Limbaugh and Bill O'Reilly. What do you get? A stomachache to die for.
Father Sun doesn’t “believe in" feelings. So there is a lot of pushed down shadow crap .His bleeding ulcers are his war medals. Eventually the festering feelings erupt. With a stench of one of those shit bags they threw around in Bangkok last week.
OK.. in Thailand they say he “mean well.” Yeah... He's both mean and well. or mean and wel...This is far from the healthy reference to well. Trust me he is more mean than well.
Jesus is my brother. He spends time away. Out and Off attempting to heal.sometimes he answers pleas for impossible miracles . MOst of the time he just hangs out with his band of male “brothers.” Father Sun likes him. Jesus doesn't like Father Sun. Holidays are a real riot!
Moon mother begged Father Sun to
“work with her” to create one more
sacred child.
“Forget about it." he said.
"please father sun.. You could
have your way with me and we
could make a little love child.
I long for a daughter."
“No means no and I said No.”
he snipped. You’ll wait a long
time for that...like forever!
No from FS didn’t mean there
would be no child. Some things
are meant tobe no matter what
challenges are put in the way of
the goal. I am a good ample:
Destined to be delivered I in turn
give back and deliver.
How I was conceived is still a mystery. My birth became legend: The Buddha even stopped by to celebrate.
(No kind reader: you were not me in another lifetime. Don’t bother getting a lifetime hypnotherapy regression. I’m here now. And here you are sitting right there.)
The Divine Order of Goddesses Intergalactic Universal Division #13 gave me my own baby shower. Soon came the legendary"missing years" of my sacred training.
So that's how it started. Kinda cool, eh?
Picture my story depicted in a children's Vacation Bible Shool magazine. With loose, misty watercolors. It would show the men look hunky and the women look despicable. The men get to leisurely lay with each other in secluded gardens. The women left behind to do the wash by hand in the muddy creek beds.
Fear not: we're working on the next book.
I can't give away the secret, but if you loved the first book you'll at least tolerate the second book.
What first book?
Please visit the About page on this website for more information.
The blog must close. I am being summoned overseas to be guest hostess at the Bunk Buddies for World Peace party.
Hugs a plenty
Saint Anne Thrax
copyright 2010 Pertinent Press / all rights reserved
The Radical Faeries call on Saint Anne Thrax for assistance. The Godamentals want to take over the Sanctuary.
Read about it in
Love, Love, Love:
The Passion of Saint Anne Thrax
by Tomji St. George
Read about it in
Love, Love, Love:
The Passion of Saint Anne Thrax
by Tomji St. George
This is for all those kids who called
tomji sissy faerie annie in school. I've taken the name and made it fabulous!
tomji sissy faerie annie in school. I've taken the name and made it fabulous!
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