Tuesday, August 31, 2010

This Little Boy I Will Always Love


Once upon a Supernatural fairytale time ...

Two souls lived a loving life - Supernaturally sublime!


Upon a rawsome rooftop garden so green

Minding their own beeswax and happy as in a dream


Under the  stinking spell of evil witches, many

Jealous fakes who allied with Children and Family Ministry


Strucken down by blond sunshine and smiles

Women witches with varicose viens and plentiful piles


Afraid of their own light so they chose to shut us down

Powerless dis-abled hearts breaking their broken-down crown


Casting putrid projections rather than good intentions

After a willful while it was too late for even well planned preventions


Deeming us as the homeschooling family to go down

Long hair and happiness while all they wore to bed was a frown


From the first day we moved into our penthouse suite

All we heard from meddlesome mice was a constant unconscious peep


Lying through ugly fear-stained teeth waiting to bite

Constantly calling authorities to hurt us with gleeful delight


This picture was taken when we felt we had nothing to lose

Not yet, legally torn apart, we gave and offered only LOVE to choose


Anonymously claiming my raw fooder was unfed

With "heroin needles" under our flowery queen-size bed


Wretched deceivers feigning as friends, really foe

Wonder where their wondrous light did ever ever gruesomly go?


What could cause a person to hurt another as they did to us

You'd think they'd pay us millions to teach, "In Goddess We Trust!"


Even though my son was just caught and taught, this week

By back alley Butcher's that his 2 ft braid was no longer 'so to peek'


We shall continue to live our loving lives as we see fit

The blasted rest can go and suck on another's milky-white tit!!!!



Katherine Marion


P.S.

That's it! Now, I feel better.

Thus inspired by the crazy comment on my previous telling post, I went into my archived pics that my blessed boy has so kindly been keeping for easy access, and found the above beautiful memento.

My son was 6 or 7 years young, at this torrid and tumultous time. Copious amounts of horrific paperwork
was already in the willfull making .. which would have him ilegally taken away from me by imposters claiming to care for children, whom actually are given bonus' for stealing them away from single mothers like me and millions more ...


We actually felt invincible, becase we all are! The only thing is, we did not know our rights, yet. And, we are still learning. As ever, the 'hard way' ; with experience as our patient teacher.

Yet, why in the wonderful world that we choose create, should their ever be served up, anything other than bliss?

We are soon, moving to a magical place ...  and shall continue to have our magial mirrors match up ...

Believing in the same sanest beauty we see within ... Other  and always wise, we shall simply go without!


Here's to remembering,


Katherine and Kaelin






Saturday, August 28, 2010

I AM STRONG AND POWERFUL

 
Brave being who can with-stand virtually anything

Magical  Mommy remaining eternally  rooted

Electrifying energy brightening every room

Woman of instinct safely guided none too soon ...


Losing my 8 year old son to the government

Gaining insightt with another knife in my back

Forgetting sleep while remembering to watch my step

So much pain that I have not yet written, spoken or wept


Pulling out my own hair for two trauma-induced years

Letting go of fears that keep me from moving forward

Remembering  to dust off my Angel wings and fly

Leaving behind the sordid past to let my tears naturally dry


Loving people who still do not know how to love themselves

Knowing that I am no one's caregiver or caretaker unless I choose

Seeing that my son must shine in order for me to really stay alive

Trusting Mother Nature to nurture me as I begin to really thrive


Preparing for internal success of the most sacred Goddess-sort

Observing warning signs to be seen and listened to carefullly

Leaving nothing to guess-work and only to universal design

Allowing all highest vibrational forces to universally alighn!


Accepting The LOVE I Am and so Divinely Deserve,

Katherine Marion


http://www.agoranews.org/ - feature columnnist


p.s.

Last night, my sweet and soaring star, had not much opportunity to soar ...
under the brightest full moon, that had not yet, enterered the bluest evening early evening sky.

A gang of teens jumped out of a small green vehicle, in the alley next to ours, and pinned my son into position ...

Within a moment his marvelous mass of magical hair - all 2 ft of it - was severed from his bright and beautiful being!

Within a few minutes, Kaelin came crying, in the most 'man in the magical making' way, befitting a real lion of a gentleman, to his Amazing Mommy

Holding his golden plait, outstretched in his openen hand, as in the Lion Cub  offering the Lioness; his worthy offering of LOVE

Within minutes of my severely shaken, and yet, very brave boy, sharing his story .. a scared child was laying his heavy head - sans sunlighened -gold for hair- in the safety of his Mother's loving lap

Oh, what a cruel world this can be, is what I feel tempted to say to my growing son, as he feels the ache of leaving the innocence of childhood, to enter into a far less enchanting forest, filled with monsters and demons of the most life-like and sordid earth-forsaking sort.

I keep my mouth hushed and I whisper into his open heart ... how truly proud I am of him and his achievement in simply being here, upon this precious planet, as he breathes beauty into each and every soul whom enters his sphere, no matter whether over there in a sunlit back alley or righfully and happily, right here ...

Biting my tongue, I trust my instincts that tell me to carry my soaring old soul over to a safer place, so that he may remain as gentle and untouched as the sacred flower that he so genuinely is meant to be - allowing him to grow and glow as Nature and Nurture , are  gratefully intending ...

Bless me for I am his Mother and I know no other Power stronger than LOVE!!!!

Katherine

p.p.s,

This pic was taken by my happy homeschooler, Kaelin, after he raced ahead, as sure-footed as a gorgeous Gazelle .. atop this Goddess' gorgeous graxing point - at Frosty Peak, 14 km above luscious Lightening Lake, that I swam in later ...

www.youtube.com/lifeofagreatmommy - to watch our http://www.supernaturalwoman.com/ series of video's recently uploaded and still .. uploading - "Rawsome Road To Recovery" - or 10 DAYS TO BANFF AND BACK\!!!!

Feel free to join my consciousness-raising channel and post your life-affirming commentary.

Thanks from my sunniest peaks.

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

To Protect, Honor and Cherish

                             Upon the sunlit sands of Okanogan Lake
                           
                            My breath was his to take ...


                             Before a dust storm on the heated beach

                             His loving hand within reach ...


                            After hiking up Manning Park's Frosty Peak

                            Kindness is all our hearts seek ...


                            Upon our Rawome Road Trip To Recovery

                            Both of us makes up WE ...


                            Travelling the highways of beautiful B.C.

                            Two spirits set free ...


                            Eating organic peaches in Kerameos,

                            Rawsomely looking after US ...


                            Swimming in frigid Lightening Lake

                            Courage is all it does take ...


                            Soaking in a sauna to warm the core

                            Allowing healing heat to soar ....


                             Driving through the Rocky Mountains

                             Strangers becoming new friends ...


                            Watching Deer walk freely in Banff

                            Offers a spirit a second chance ...


                             Eating not a fish in Salmon Arm

                            An Okanogan filled with charm ...


                            Strolling under clear starlit skies

                            Motherly Love never dies ...


                            Katherine Marion

                            http://www.supernaturalwoman.com/

           

                           P.S.

                           Before deciding on whether or not I shall take my on on a 2
                          week adventure to Gambier Island, where we may very well
                          be receiving a bursary for us to attend, I am listening to Kaelin
                          as he watches a video from 4 years ago, from when he was
                          being chased by a squirrel and keeping his nuts ...


                          Missing my life/deadline for http://www.agornews.org/ where I write
                          my monthly "Co-Creating a Conscious Community" column;
                          due to immense sleep deprivation and first having to interview
                          http://www.pivotlegal.org/ before I put forth the statistics on single
                          Mom's having their children stolen away by the bungling B.C.
                          bureacracy; Ministry of Children and Families, whom launder
                          toiling tax-payer's dollars at every flip of the magician's hat.


                          Watching my 14 year old son's wonderful series of self-creat
                           ed video's from when he was 9 and had just been returned by
                           the misfit ministry who stole him away for 8 months of our
                           mystical and magical lives. Whereupon, he puts a faux budgie
                           metal stick and makes it cry and talk. Art therapy at it's heal-
                           in and self-expressed best.

                          Trying not to think about that rat that keeps coming into our
                           once so happy home, through the window of our loving
                           room. Finally hanging up on the other rat on the phone, who
                           calls every 6 months or so, to spew his vile poison and blame
                           me for "his son' being taken, all else that he chooses to not
                           accept responsibility for.

                          
                           Dreaming of the nearly island 3 bedroom cottage rental
                            that awaits our emminent arrival, by the end of September.
                            And, all the hurting that shall soon subside when we get
                            out of the stress-inducing city, to perfectly place  ourselves
                            into the soul-aligning and "perfect timing" rhythm of things
                            and precoius people as Mother Nature so abundantly intend
                           

                          Merely one more day  www.youtube.com/lifeofagreatmommy
                          in the luscious and well-lived lives of a couple of happy
                          hearts that shall remain open ....


                         Supernaturally so,

                         Katherine Marioin






                       


                            


                           


                           

Thursday, August 19, 2010

I Have Only Just Begun ...






























                         I have only just begun ...

                         Life really does start at 50

                        Around the corner from 21!




                         I am only getting started ...

                         Life really does start at 50

                         Soon after the baby farted



                         I am going to dearly warm ...

                         Life really does start at 50
                      
                         After you leave the hobby farm


                        
                         I am my very own wet dream...

                         Life really does start at 50

                         Knowing that which is not seen



                         I am trading my slipper for a glove ..

                         Life really does start at 50

                        Little devil - once Angel from above



                        I am owning my power as never before...

                        Life really does start at 50

                        Not that anyone is keeping score


        

                       I am speaking my voice in new light ...

                       Life really does start at 50

                       Shining bold and beautifully bright




                        I am ready to play with energy...

                        Life really does start at 50

                        Come and play with magical me!


                        Katherine Marion

                       http://www.supernaturalwoman.com/


                       P.S.

                       After the horrendous dust storm in Penicton, a couple of weeks
                       ago, my trusted Canon AE1 has not been quite up to par .. Thus,
                       I decided to haul out my client, Michael's gift of a Canon movie
                       camera, and practically beg my son to shoot a few stills .. since
                       this clear evening is the first time in p;robably 6 weeks that I
                       even contemplated putting on a few coats of a my eco-friendly
                       black mascara and some natural tinted eyeshadow. What the
                       heck, with my new hair, or shall I say, "less of my old hair", I
                       was feeling kind'a sexy and really wanted to capture the mom-
                       entous moment on one more soon to be running out ... 16
                       GB memory card, worth remembering.

                       Besides, my intentions were of the highest after speaking to
                       Stefan, a raw, vegan who drinks un-pastuerized milk and is a
                       faithful follower of a Maharaj from Bombay, who just
                       happens to be doing his swirling ddervish best to guide this
                       wayword world to dance more and listen attentively to the
                       their own guiding voice. Or, this is what I astutely assume,
                       since I decided that I did not deem myself to be of the covert
                       type, even though my visit to Banyen for a "Free Book Signing"
                       was to be to interview Swami Rahda for Vancover's only
                       REAL NEWS - http://www.agoranews.org/  Looking
                       at myself in the new light of my co-publisher Dan Merchant;
                       giving me the greatest green light on going ahead on my newest
                       inspiration: a story on David Icke and how he is breaking the
                       news-front on a ground-breaking new story about the "Mafia"
                       Ministry Of Children and Families in the UK, that routinely
                       steals away "homeschooling children" left to play outside of
                       the box and to think for themseves. Imagine the audacity!

                       Oh, ya, that happenened to my child, too.


                      Funny, how so many ignorant many have said to me; "That was
                       a long time ago ... Aren't you over that, yet?"

                      Well, 'getting over' their own ignorance is a lot less challenging
                       than forgetting what must always be remembered .. And, effect-
                       ively dealt with in a manner befitting this http://www.supernatural/
                       Woman.com and the truth she so diligently and divinely repres-                       ents and epitomizes.


                     See you at the head of the line ...!!!!!

                     P.S.

                     Please feel free to post your positive commentary; it is only fair.
                     And, even I  - really appreciate being fed kind words ...

         





           

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Upon Sands Of No Man's Time or Land

E

I am 50 and wear purple panties to English Bay
He is 14 and don's more attire than me

As far as any lookie-loo can look ...
What might the government say?



I am his Mother and perform strip-a-grams at 'mid-life"
He is my Son and loves me to laugh and crack my whip


As far as any lookie-loo may see ,,,
Enough to cause a governing body outright strife!





I am his only real role model as long as I live
He is the old soul I am guiding with my heart


As superficial as any lookie-loo can be
Government's still takes  more than all freely choose to give




I am the light that shines down upon my land
He is the Butterfly unconditionally gifted unto me

As far any lookie-loo can ever find 
 Governor's never win over we whom hold kindness in our hand!


Katherine Marion

After a wonderful day, spent at English Bay, I just had to stay up a little later ... after 48 hours with 0 hours of sleep.

Where others are fixing their hair and applying make-up , I am shedding layers to get real and raw'k on that sandy beach.

After spending the night in the wretched heat of Jeanne's and Gabe's, Mommy made it to the weight-room for a power leg work-out and a long, soak in the steam room.

All I cold do to stay awake; was bike one more block, breath another breath of fresh Vancouver air, and offer infinte thanks for all I have there and here, in my happiest heart of hearts!






Sunday, July 25, 2010

July/Aug - Agora News - pg 10 - "FABULOUSLY FIT, FRESH, FREE, FIFTY, AND FEARLESSLY FOLLOWING A FULL MOON ....

CO-CREATING A CONSCIOUS COMMUNITY


FABULOUSLY FIT, FRESH, FREE, FIFTY, AND FEARLESSLY FOLLOWING A FULL MOON ...

"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 www.organclives.org 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

http://www.agoranews.org/ -page 10

http://www.supernaturalwoman.com/
http://www.3rdeyefoto.com/ - under construction
http://www.rawsomechef.com/
http://www.katherinethegreat.com/
www.youtube.com/lifeofagreatmommy

www.facebook.com/katherinemarion

www.twitter.com/myrawtruth

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

http://www.supernaturalwoman.com/

p.s.

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!


p.p.a.

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 ...