Vancouver And Her Olympic-Sized Over-Bite ...

photo: http://www.3rdeyefoto.com/ - K.M.


Hiding our thousands of unpopular poor for Olympic tourists to freely see

Pretending acute Vancouver poverty is not an uneccesary everyday reality



Quick erection of shiny looking Canada Line for greedy financial prosperity

Ignoring needs of a  neglected  and underpriveleged lovelessly lost humanity



Popular Canuck tickests easily selling for $200.00 plus in our fairest city

Vancouverites feeling forgotten, prideless and far from invitingly pretty

Canadian citizens unable to afford attending their very own cities event

Un-thanked taxpayers shall find a public way of their own to visibly vent



Tickets written for your immediat arrest if you look  to be without a home

Apartment rentals jacked up volumes more than the hungriest childs moan



Nearly one dozen Star Wars-style floodlights casually erected across the Bay

Welcoming light cast over a dark shadows with plenty to someday safely say



Man-made Disneyland for adults who like to play and leave no message said

Foreign athlete sticken down for many monies made and left for merely dead



No real  truth was ever shared about this highly priced party of  yesterday

The huge price we shall as citizens be forced to sit still with and duly pay


Out of town happy hookers paid $10,00.00 per ungodly kinky business hour

Local merchants wondering how to pay for next months heat and hydro power



Drunken red necks coming into carefully cleaned up victoriou village core

Downtown airbrushed to camouflage deep bruises the world can't ignore


Cops covering well paid guilty government asses that scheme and  smile

Big brown hole hiding dirt thicker than a stink of a volcanic brewing mile


Gernerous local business' practically belly-up weeks on unaffordable end

Small business vendors pretending not to really break as they boldly bend


Revunues lost for small companies who take nothing from nary a soul

Unconsciou corporations netting billions while injustice takes its toll


Drunken party goers with more excuses than money spent on alchohol

Riotous crowds of empty heads simply given room to drool and crawl


I know no conscious person who attended any of our fair winter game

Decent folk know false pride and lies are the biggest sham of a shame!



Katherine Marion

http://www.supernaturalwoman.com/

P.S.

I AM truly excited to post this raw article of mine; posing as a phrophetic poem. Yet within me, there now lives is kinder home.


P.P.S.

I wondered why I haven't been feeling so well, lately. Writing about what matters for me. Yet, what about all the rest of us?


P.P.S.

I captured this photo with my digital Canon EOS, upon the last evening of our 2010 Vancouver Olympics, that I had not bothered to venture into, for the preceeding 2 weeks of worldwide play and international publicity.

Well worth the inspiration. Thank you just the sane!

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Little do many, even comprehend, yet, empathize with how much it takes to single handedly raise a rapidly growing, 5 ft 3' teenage, homeschooling, hormonally-challenged boy, in a maddending modern world.  And, I might wisely add, this is none other than an all-knowing Aries male, fueled by frequently re-occuring test shots of almighty testosterone and a healthy sense of self. Watch out, Supernatural Momma!

Sleep deprivation and monetary concerns, being the major cause of any temporary grievance of mine. I figure if my sometimes adreneline-charged son is gonna help keep this night owl up ... might as well call in the conscious touch cavalary and allow gentle, loving Mehrani to help put the magic back in depleted me. Bring the adrenally fatiqued diva back to loving life, with probing fingers and a quiet intuitiveness that awakens all that is real and worthwhile.

For the generous gift of a Goddess-sent $60.00; I duly and divinely receive 1 1/2 hrs of  healing benefits from a timelessly beautiful 51 year young, single  Iranian woman, who comes to me with her fragrant Egyptian cotton sheets and leaves her table at home, since I so conveniently own my own.

Allowing me to let go ... this truly confident, certified paractitioner takes over... digging deeply into emotions long - buried. Miraculously undoing what has been unjustly done and cleaning this gemstone temple I reside within, so that I may gratefully kneel at my own feet and gratefully pray in sisterly thanks.

Last year, while living in sunless North Vancouver, at Woodcroft; 'the Iranian Village', I was blessed to meet one sweet and gentle soul whom helped make me whole. Afterwards, my pubescent son happily preparing rawsome ice-cream in our new Vitamix for our lovely guest who deserves all delicious honors. Hugging us both, on multitudes of invigorating, yet, thoroughtly relaxing invites of the most healing and sacred sort.

This morn, at 7:00 AM my saviour strolls in the unlocked door. Thoughtfully removing her ballerina-style slippers before walking down the hallway, with the most genuine smile, to greet me. I gratefully note the beautiful bounce of her magnificent jet-black hair and the kindest eyes you would ever wish to embrace. I know at once, that I am safe. The dearest heart has just walked in my door with a less than 7 hours notice and she is mine for an enchanted eternity.

The biggest kink I have ever had in the history of years of accumulative stress; co-agulating down the length of my splendid spine; melting under knowing hand and the purest, cleanest energy that a being could ever hope for. Talking about the bestselling list of events that have taken part in our action-packed lives, since we last saw our friend, close to a year ago, all pain dissapears and in its priceless place; remains only love that forever fills me with hope.

Sometimes it takes the kindest act of merely a loving touch to elevate a tormented soul and spirit lost. It is our divine duty to look after ourselves so that we are better equipped and able to deal effectively with all that comes our wondrous way. Coping skills must be many to safely gaurd ourselves against the slings and arrows that cause us to bleed and cry out in mortal pain. This is when we must be aware that there are other Angels out there, ready and purposely prepared to fill us with an intense healing light, so that we may shine ever so brightly, again!

Katherine Marion

http://www.supernaturalwoman.com/

P.S.

Bless you, Mehrani, for carrying me unconditionally, causing me to gratefully remember that unconditional love is still a treasure to be fruitfully found. I nurture and protect our vested and most blessed feminine energies and I send back the shiniest mirror you continually share and show to me, glowing with gorgeously flowing energy ....

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IN JOY WE ARE AS ONE

In JOY

we find ourselves


In JOY

we lose our mind





In JOY

we travel closer


In JOY

we rest in peace





In JOY

we stand together


In JOY

we play in harmony






In JOY

we speak our truth


In JOY

we hear the magic






In JOY

we light the way



In JOY

we are as ONE!



Katherine Marion

http://www.supernaturalwoman.com/


P.S.

Just don't think about it ...

Feel it .. and JOY will come forth.



P.P.S.

Joy brings us all closer. Anything or less than one ... separates.


P.P.P.S.

 NOW MAKE THE RIGHT CHOICE!



P.P.P.P.S.

Please enjoy one more love-spent offering  .. a perfect vision of family\heart togetherness that I was given the pure and precious pleasure of consciously capturing, a few fine months ago.

Sublime.

Love So Real And True

LOVE

so real and true



LIGHT-filled intangible

between me and you



LAUGHTER before

the tears



NOTHINGNESS between

the ears



BEAUTY instead

of fears



JOY of

heart



BLISS your

part



BLESS my

new start



YOU are

sublime


GODDESS-SENT into

the Divine!!!



Katherine Marion

http://www.supernaturalwoman.com/

P.S.

This wee wonder of a heartfelt good morning comes from the depths of my gorgeous gratitude.

Earlier, in the kitchen, preparing an overflowing bowl of green goodies, words, as ever, came unto me.... I had no idea that the feelings would topple over themselves in this manner. Let the universe unfold as she sees fit. Feel .. and let 'er rip!

Supernatural Start To The Day ...

This morning, my happy un-schooling 13 year young boy ( after his 12 hr sleep) and I started up our magical motors with a Supernatural Smoothie:

1\2  - fresh organic pineapple ( naturally packed with  Bromelain - great enzyme for super digestion ).

1 c. pure water ( hydrate and get happy )

3 ripe organic bananas ( plenty of pottasium )

1\4 c. organic hemp seed nut ( excellent source of vegan assimilable protein )

2 organic dates ( low glycemic on the index )

 1 T. Gourmet Extra Virgina Coconut Oil ( tastes unreal and full of EFA )

2.T. raw cocoa nibs  ( LOVE DRUG from the earth; magnesium-rich )

Delectably delicious lift to your luscious day!

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After Mommy licked the Vitamixer clean and slurped down the beginnings of a fresh, new and organically orgasmic day, Kaelin uploaded a wonderful video Momma K had chosen; "Ring of Bright Water." An enchanting tale of a man and an Otter. a real life love story set England and Scotland. Nothing like the rare find of an old movie, filled with love and light to help ignit your own ....

Camped out in front of our faux fireplace, warming our tenderest tootsies and giggling with glee, we fed our tummies and souls. My spirit revived, after no sleep at all, since the day before, I was ready to look at life through a refreshed lens. We all need to be lent a little hope, sometime. If beginning ones day starts with the yoga of healthy eating and healing movies, then, so be it!

Later, I slept. My spirit lifted. A happiest heart filled and fueled. The most precious person in my world, at my steadfast side. What more can a devoted single Mommy ever ask for^

You must prepare this spontaneously created creamy concoction of a sensational smoothie for you and your own inner child. Awaken this morning and go Willd!

A few of my gifts that unveiled themselves, a little later in my deliciously darling day:

Butterfly Art for Mommy - by Kaelin

Canadian Tire discount dollars magically appearing for my purchase of an inner tube and a basketball for my Baby K

Our helpful neighbor friend, Ken, teaching Kaelin how to fix his own flat tire

A much needed power weight workout at the local community center for one more relaxed being

A ton of terrific new digital files to peruse through and upload for future blogs

Inspiration to possibly teach children and adults how to capture the immediate splendor of life - http://www.3rdeyefoto.com/, once my website is re-hauled and I feel in the right and rawsome 'place'.

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Thus, thanks for allowing me to simply share a few wee wonders from my day. Every new moment brings another opportunity for emotional growth and evolution.

HOPE I AM ABLE TO OFFER YOU JUST ONE MORE SUPERNATURAL SOLUTION ......!!!!!

Rawsomely yours,

Katherine Marion

wwww.SuperNaturalWoman.com

P.S.

Thank you sweetheart shining son of mine!

Yours ...  is the sunshine in my everlasting life!

Last Eve of The Olympics - First Day Of A New Friendship

Last eve of the Olympics!

I haven't felt any urge to travel further than a bike ride to Cambie and 2nd for a healthy dose of deliciousness at http://www.organiclives.org/, the other day, in over 3 months. After moving to Vancouver from the green and gorgeous Fraser Valley, in 1982, at the tender age of endlessly energetic 22; to really begin living my life "in the big city," I thought I had seen enough of downtown to last a tired lifetime.

After sleeping most of the sunshine-filled day and really catching up on much needed rest, my son and I were more than ready to burn off some rawsome energy, walk forever and smile at the world around us. Besides, I felt beautiful, had applied my face and eco-friendly mineral makeup, straightened my hair, dressed-up in my Lululemon tights,  and just knew I had to remove myself from virtual isolation in magical Marpole; venturing forth into the public eye.

Pulling one beautiful boy off one his new laptop, where he initially laid less than convincing claim of having to "stay and remove virus'," we walked 1/2 a mile to jump on a quick and handy mode of public transit, rarely used by the like of the loving two of us. Meant to be. Since I had already decided that it was important to pick up groceries at one of my favorite organic grocers on Richards, near Yaletown, the drunken crowds were nowhere close to our primaary reason for a first and final visit to Van's unconscious core.

There is a reason for everything. Sitting with my sweet son alongside me, we zoomed along upper Granville. Next thing you know, a middle aged male practically stumbles onto the bus and almost collapses upon the seat, right across from us. I knew. I told the smiling stranger, "It is dangerous to drink and walk." We began chatting. A single, middle-aged male from Whiterock, lonely and living in a 32 ft trailer on a friend's property; paying $550.00 for the privelege of a 4 cramped walls and plenty of mold to mend a broken heart.


Robin makes fast friends with a relaxed and easy-going family, consisting of one "Amazing Mommy" and one very polite and quiet boy who is recovering from a head cold, caught because he likes late night video's and going without a jacket. Since it is end of the final day of our international sporting event celebration, all buses make a final stop just before Broadway and Granville. With long, powerful strides, we courageously walk across car-free Granville Street, filled with throngs of drunken party-goers, having one last go at the bottle and getting caught up in crowds, in order to hide their devastating sense of loneliness.

I spend the extra $60.00 I brought along, to pick up hemp seed nut, avocado's for just under $2.00 a piece,  and rare white Hawaiin ginger, on sale for $9.99; half the price it was a mere week ago. A few more green organic  items, and I am set to join our new sobering buddy, over by the salad bar, where he is sipping the herbal tea I wisely suggested he order, and Kaelin is picking out raw chocolate bars with a few dollars gifted by one grateful guy. I have already compassionately allowed him to hold my hand and he is all too happy just to sit and speak of his personal grief; losing his 103 year old Mommy,  whom passed away 3 years ago.

Sometimes one does not and shouldn't try and figure out why the universe is urging us to get out of our safety nest or a shallow grave, for some. Two of us  may share a safe space of 1000 square feet, where another grieving soul, may be withering away in his vast wasteland of depression, sleeping away his days of in a hungover state; filled with and self-hatred, and feeling there is no hope. All I am able to do is offer my conscious condolesces and gratefully remind another precious parcel of marvelous molecules that he is not alone and there is no need to comdemn himself. For I too, have forever been the black sheep, and it only when we see ourselves as unloved, that we really untruly are. The minute we open our hearts and take a chance, the whole, wide, wonderful world open up ...


Katherine Marion

http://www.supernaturalwoman.com/