Sunday, July 25, 2010




"The only real valuable thing is intuition." - Albert Einstein

Imagine for a moment ... living all your moments as magically as you were meant to!

What might possibly happen if you cut off all your golden Goddess locks at the age of 50? Forced to leave the breast's alone, as God meaningfully meant, relegated to live your luscious life in virtual sexless-clusion since one whom is so often misunderstood and misinterpreted; surely will not misrepresent her most healing and sacred self.

Forcing to look at yourself in the unmarred mirror of your subconscious, you see a beautiful creature looking back at effortlessly youthful you ...

What would you do?

Biking under a full and resplendent Mother Moon, swelling with the happiness of her own joyous self, this past evening, one single Mommy rode victoriously under the light of her own shining beacon of infinite love. Knowing herself to be as impenetrable as the beautifully bursting-open bubble she was born unto, one fearless feline feasts on the divinity that is truly hers.

Guidied by a faceless force that speaks to the highest parts of precious her, one guiless gust of gorgeous gratitude glides effortlessly... Upon wheels of wounded wonderment and wind-swept wishes - endlessly coming true. Preciously pecalling full-circle as she initiates the latest and greatest adventure that starts now and lasts forever.

Taking the luscious lead, as two brave boys, growing and glowing under a setting sun, take tumultuous turns playing in the playground of loving life. As gleefully as the birds that chirp and sing in conscious chorus for all that rings right and true. A toupe of untroubled troubadour's; laughing and loving every minute of mesmerizing glory they are able to get their divinely dirty hands on!

Smiling into the downcast eyes of a downtrodden society that casts scorn upon those whom remember to frolick in the fearful face of adversity. Tasting only the freedom of their own hearts as they bend to pick up one more juicy berry, and another handful of sweetest sand, as they seize each morsel of goodness with the greatness that never stoops low enought to lie ..within the non-deceiving depths of their own highest intentions.

Barreling down empty cement squares; colored with chalk drawings and divided by dirt-filled divider's of city sidewalks, walked upon by many and never enjoyed as readily as by a favoured and flavorful few. A couple of single Mother's little men in the making, find themselves at home, with wings spread high and wide, simply gleefully happy to be so boldly and beautifully alive!

Feeding a testosterone-fueled 14 year young teen homeschooler and his borrowed 7 year old next door neighbor play-pal might seem to be a 'drain on the notebook' of some, yet to this prosperity consciousness-raising Mommy, a well deserved visit to is in the organically-enriched offering. "To Wendy's", we make wise choice to have never been. Pistachio nuts with sea salt, living foods vegan meat-less pizza, egg-free caesar salad, Curried Thai Soup, and soaked Teriyaki Almonds; merely a few magical morsels fed to a couple of hungry for life, real love, and substantially sustaining seeds to bloom on.

Broken-down Vancouver transit buses towed by trucks that pay other boys with Daddy's ... double time, simply give more space for a my untroubled troupe to double up on one bicycle after another drops like a stead worn out by it's younger ride,r whom relishes whatever comes his wondrous way; as allowed by an unanxious other whom fearlessly fosters the innate freedom that one handsome he has so frustratedly been forced to sheepishly shed, as dead layers of loveless life; no breath of freshest air should ever be asked to unenchantingly enter into.

A concientous cycle over to Whole Foods off of Cambie, for a gargantuan veggie salad; consisting of muliple colored phytonutrient-rich vegetables to grow a garden meant to gallantly graze upon. Pure cocoa macaroons to feast and fight over; fueling an uphill migrating flight, as any stalwart and well-fed army of supernaturally-stuffed soldiers can gleefully attest.

Let's remember that purest Kangen Water, so generously supplied .. and downed by three drowing in delicious waters of alkaline non-acidity. Multiple mouthfuls upon overflowing mouthful of mesmerizing liquid that fills the vessel, sustains the soul and blesses the generous giver and rawstuck receiver with all that any bestowed upon believer could conceivably be gifted with in a grateful lifeline of a loving lifetime.

Following Mother Moon, after awaiting an upper Granville Blue Bus, for well over half an untroubled happening and happiest hour, I finally depart for my upwards journey, filled with joy, aware that a couple of conscioius beings are safely seated for their supervised ride home, while the 50 years chrono-time youthful forever ... feisty feline that had tenacity and audacity to spare, makes her conscious climb, heavenward's as ever ...

As I write my welcoming words, at 5:30 am, I can still feast upon the fresh, banana ice-cream; topped with exotic blended mango and served to me on close ennough to a silver platter by my sumptuous rising-son. Still tasting the treat of unconditional love sitting beside me as I type upon the congested keyboard, I am slowly remembering our surprise a few hours ago ... whereupon Constable Kevin Bernardin came to visit after he was alerted that a young boy was missing from his home, downstairs, and complaining that he was "starving."

There is a lot more to this story than what reads between the laughing lines of love. I am glad that wrting for The Agora causes a kind and decent police officer to allow the "Mother Of All Mother's" whom feeds everyone ... to be allowed to sit upon her eco-friendly hand-made bed, with her brilliant boy's computer firmly attached to her well-loved lap, as she speaks her truth. I knew full well that this eveing when we left, while one Mom slept and another young heart rode into his own shining sunset, there may surely be a later un-supported upset. Yet, I listened to my happy heart and followed my instincts. Look where it lead me ...

One kindly officer, offered that the universe does surely bring what is needed, after a laughingly noted that I really did prefer the freshest inspiration. I kept mine own humble self open for providence to enter into into its splendid own. The Ministry Of Children and Families shall be visiting me, anytime soon. I shall be asked about the health and welfare of one excited child who played Wii for a couple of precious hours, after free-form play, where he was not forced to comform or barely live in virtual combat, for fear of being who he truly is and what he really aches to delicously do.

Is this story really any different than a couple of un-Goddess-like weekends ago, when the locally hired "Good Samaritan" Moving man decided to literally chase me down the neighboring streets of Marpole; guilelessly following me into the hallowed entrance-way of Sevona Restaurant and more ... Scaring an 'older' woman into having her husband call the police, and causing grave concern for other patrons whom felt and feared that "he might come back to shoot you." All because my boobies got the breast of hymn, after he yelled out his slanderous projections: "You Fu....g Slu., you think you think you can get away with anything, just because you have big tit's!"

Or, the way my wealthy landlord lorded over a kangaroo court hosted by him and whereupon the only judge and jurors whom gladly chose to attend were those unattending to their highest selves, selfish in their maddening motives for malicious slander and jealous for revenge for all that they feel has been taken from them, since a doomsayer's day that I can never recover for them or their endlessly blamed family of origin. Smirking over the hopes of my eventual eviction, asking to have me banned from the wearing my bikini - at 50 - from the front lawn I share with my gifts of potted roses and multi-hued happiest of perfectly well- attuned posies.

"You don't look like much of a threat to me.", my often kept too tumutuouisly busy,legal-aid lawyer once so kindly offered me. He actually went on to add that he felt me to be "fragile." Coming from all 6 ft 5 inches of 'never to be retiring' and ever- perspiring bicyling-loving him, this was quite the compliment. No wonder I continue to lift heavy weights in the confines of the community gym. While offering my gentleness and gratitude to all of those whom may choose to hear the beat of my thought-provoking heartbeat.

Bless the fearless light that enters through my very veins and the vain who find others to be far less deserving of desserts that they would wish to salivate over and save for their lowered chakra'd selves. Give me comfort and calm in understanding that my compassion does not emcompass all and asses shall continue to attempt to wipe theirs. Rise above the debris under another's nails that wish to bury me into an unearthly early coffin. And, best of all, keep abreast of all the joy and wonder within ... For as long as they are chasing you, they are are already long-lost, and fitfully falling behind ...

Supernaturally So,

Katherine Marioin -page 10 - under construction

Saturday, July 10, 2010

Who Are You To Piss On My Parade?

You may wish for my extreme external beauty to fade

my breasts to fall and for me my luscious legs to shave

You may despair for my slim waist to widen and expand

all because no open heart did care to hold onto your hand

You may desire to get up my skirt and know not to flirt

so obscenities you blurt for hope unto me to then hurt

You may dream that I would die penniless and forgotten

in this wounded world you feed with all of your's rotten

You may want me with a passion unheard of in emptiness

for your unrequited pain you sent out unholy bitterness

You may hope that I will close my eyes to go pleadingly

except you know not of the finer stuff that's inside of me

You may kill the joy in your own sunken down vessel

but you will never hide inside of me to naughtily nestle

You may rob the liars blind with your own projections

while I peacefully sleep due to love's true protections

You may threaten me with a host of your hostile abuses

for we all know that it is the abuser that always accuses

You may treat me with distain as you unzip your pants

and tell me you hate me while you go on with your rants

You may slander me to my neighbors who listen and pry

and spread on more untruth before I begin to really cry

You may hear my cries and think the bully is now winner

for you have no compassion for myself or your own sinner

You may cut me into pieces with internal rage left hiding

once you feel your sadness far from ever really subsiding

You may hate me for my joy I refuse to remove from me

for this is the sun that keep shining to forever set me free

You may hunt me down and bad-mouth me all over town

and all you do is reveal yourself to be the angriest clown

You may shrivel up with a deepest scars oozing with pain

as you watch me gowing and glowing in this torrential rain

You may despise me for how I continue to keep abreast

for my heart is bigger and braver as empathy does attest

You may conquer with your physical manner and pose

since the real man inside the broken boy already knows

You may hurt me while you sleep a dead man's slumber

baby, I am wide awake and already know your number!

Katherine Marion


I can  gratefully thank one more abuser; the ulimate abused .. for arousing in me utter compassion, rather than the comtempt he only wishes he felt for me.

The badgering bully who masquerades as "The Good Samaritan" in this wee village of Vancouver is not fit for these peaceful streets or my lovely treats.

Yelling at me that I use my big breasts to get things for free, this slimy simpleton is surely not gonna win the breast of magically marvelous me!


I am practically cackling as i take joy in the knowledge that picture shall certainly provoke more added controversy to the subject of this so-called magical mystery woman.

Go for it. Keep guessing ...

Sunday, July 4, 2010

Watch Out If You Don't Fit In WithThe Status-Quo

Better watch out if you don't fit in with the status-quo
Government agents  take your child before you know

Better watch out if your not adhering  to societal rule
Community will condemn before fearfully looking fool

Better watch out if you don't bleed at every stop light
Looki-Lou's will attempt to trip you with their fright

Better watch out if you don't grow love for all to take
Needy others will hurt you rather than their lies forsake

Better watch out if you don't fight back with your fist
Wounded world you heal with your open heart at risk

Better watch out if you don't succumb to their bribes
Dysfunctional families now forming New Order tribes

Better watch out if you don't believe in living the lie
Cheating souls can never your honored self ever buy

Better watch out if you don't suffer inequities if any
Cash carriers may come in at the drop of a lost penny

Better watch out if you don't bury yourself in alcohol
Drunken liars knock you down before they finally fall

Better watch out if you don't conform to this insanity
Crazy-making others live and die by their own vanity

Better watch out if you know the truth about real life
Jealous Juniors will stab you in the back with a knife

Better watch out if you won't back down from untruth
Unhappy heresayer's will mis-create torturous proof

Better watch out if you choose to see your loving light
Dark Angels unto their own ghosts will hold on tight

Better watch out if you dare to dance where devils grin
Mindless masses continue to kiss  asses and commit sin

Better watch out if you are filled with all that is good
Unbelieving deceivers will receive what they should

Better watch out if you season with wisdom to give
Saddened spirits will never jump the bridge to live

Better watch out if you remember to smile every day
Ungrateful gods will attempt to wipe your joy away

Better watch out you never go down that war torn road
Peaceful Warriors never force a  Queen to kiss a toad!

Katherine Marion


The first verse of this prophetic poem came through me ... less than a week ago. More and more, I have been feeling about these words invited into a world filled with woes and wars of unwanted emotion's and magical potions ... put to waste.

Finally, after sharing the most lovely visit with my graciously aging x-landlady and receiving an unwanted visit from my current landlord, I am cursed on this worldly plane, to lay out my palpitating heart and irrefutable truth.


Better to sway from searing swords held onto be ungainly lords, than bite the  weighted bullet of unconsciousness. My choice is to continue speaking my voice, heard high above the heavy noise of unserving dissention. Far better than being served papers for spiritual self deception!

Besides, rather than pulling one more golden lock due to stressor's beyond my conscious control, my earthly virtues I would rather employ, than be unearthly decoy. My only crime committed? Being bold and beautiful Mother and none offending other. Now, and forever, holding onto her Goddess-given and blessed boy!


This picture is of this magical Momma hustling her busting bustierre all the way to the West Vancovuer Farmers Market. So, I found a shopping cart in the woods, as I walked along the winding river, from our home in Woodcroft Estate? Of course one of the farmers daughters, now all grow'd up, thought we might have "stolen it."

Simply one more gall-darned-thang that others mess up with ... meaning my wild, free spirit. Then, again, maybe it was just my ample cleavage that no man or woman would ever hope to fall hopefully into ... !

All I know is that I was preparing my Sexy Spaghetti for many and all I needed was a little lop-sided help. Not lip-service from self-serving, smiling sweethearts, sending up sneers instead of crying real tears.

Keep taking those tanned gams and walking those long and luscious  miles, Baby K.