Monday, Again. Or, "Arising Of Irritation With Ex-Husband"

"Arising of irritation with ex husband."


Mojo was sitting across the house earlier this morning, watching the "NEWS." Of course, there was unnecessary pandering of the Swine Flu Vaccination - - big pharmacy is set to make so much money.  They are rubbing their greedy paws and counting all their chicken ... eggs.  Ugh.

LET'S VACCINATE 75 MILLION CHILDREN WITH A POTENTIALLY HAZARDOUS PIECE OF CHEMICAL WARFARE TO SAVE APPROXIMATELY 100 CHILDREN AND FUCK THE REST OF 'EM UP FOR LIFE WITH AUTO IMMUNE DISEASES! wOOOOOO!

I'm sorry. Did I just say "fuck?"

It's possible that I will go to some Light Workers version of Hell because I cuss.

Buddha said something about "right speech and right thought" and if I were more evolved, I'd refrain from cussing, I'd sit with myself and calm my sweet ass down and breathe and chant "om" until I was capable of removing FUCK! from my vocabulary entirely.

Yeah.

When metaphysical monkeys fly out of my butt. Hey man, maybe when I grow up some more? Maybe we will have this discussion again in ten years, at say, 54 - - and I will laugh and nod sagely and say, "Why ... yes, I did say "eff you see kay" rather often, didn't I? Gosh. I was so unenlightened and unevolved."

Who the fuck knows.

In the meantime, Arising Of Irritation with ex-husband.

I do live with the asshat. I don't like him very much, but he was a lost and lonely soul and I needed to learn a very valuable lesson.

Compassion, it doesn't mean that you throw yourself in the freezing river with the drastic undercurrent and drown while saving the drowning.

It simply means that you have the capability to stand back and say, "Wow. Sucks to be you."

I have this desire to fix the world.

Because I am perfect, see?

*smirks*

NOT!

God, SHUT UP! (Yes, Andy Pearson, I say that to every one, not just you. I wish you had the ability to understand this, didn't you ever see "The Princess Diaries?" Jesus.)

Where was I? Ranting ... oh yes.

So the ex-husband has moved in with me because I invited him to come join our happy family once more in this God Forsaken neck of the woods known as Ohio - - our oldest child is having a child in December and I thought it would be nifty fix everyone's issues by getting a larger home close to both Colleges (the other two are attending University) and the mother to be was moving in.

What has happened, is that I want to harm and maim MoJo daily, we argue ... daily, and the mother to be is not moving in, I'm spending a lot more money on gasoline for the other two and MoJo still ain't got a job.

The energy in my home makes it nearly impossible for me to do any effective work without first cleansing with loads of sage, centering myself and truly inviting my guides to surround and protect, because he's a giant dick and stomps around screaming because he can't smoke pot. He fills this house with his negativity. He really does.

I want him to go, find his own space, but that won't happen for quite some time.

This morning, he says, "Wow. The kids really need to get a swine flu shot."
I lost it.

I began rattling off statistics.

He points at the television (another evil which has arrived in our home with his arrival ... I fucking hate television, okay?) and he says, "The NEWS SAYS SO! OMG! Have you not heard about the horrors of swine flu?"

My eyes narrow ... and I did. I Lost It. In my Dirty Harriet way.

"Listen to me you son of a bitch. HOW DARE you purport to give a shit about our family and our children's lives or well being when you only ... ONLY care about yourself. Shut the fuck up, you don't know what you're talking about."

And . . .  we were off.

As the dust settles in the aftermath of our daily tirade of mud slinging, nasty verbal dancing and more, I am compelled to note, for the record, that I am an idiot.

For years, this man and I have disrespected each other. Years. In fact, from the beginning, this man and I have disrespected each other.

22 years ago, when I discovered I was expecting our first son, I left him. I left him in Los Angeles, and moved to Orange County. I had a great job, I was making more than enough to sustain myself and my baby. I had insurance, and my life was good.

The first time I let that stupid son of a bitch (God rest her soul) back in to my life I should have been whapped with a two by four and spanked.

Never again.

I have learned my valuable lesson.

If the [metaphorical] idiot slipped on the ice and is drowning in the freezing water, [the metaphorical] you must not offer a hand or you will also be an idiot and drown in the freezing water. I don't care how healthy you think you are, or if you just happened to be in an Antarctic Wet Suit - - YOU WILL DROWN.

Let the professionals take care of the drowning idiot.

Call in the Angelic Seals. God's Navy. They'll help.

I have learned what compassion is.

Now, to learn how to dump this bitterness? Tis my next big task.

Monday, Monday

"The human emotional system can be broken down into roughly two elements: fear and love. Love is of the soul. Fear is of the personality." ~ Gary Zukav
Fear.
I feel it.
I'm feeling it right now. The choice to break out on my own and start my "practice" has not been an easy one in spite of support from friends and family. My daughter is my biggest cheerleader with the ever constant, "You're so stupid. You should have been doing this a long time ago."

I have been doing "this" for a long time. For as long as I can remember. Am I stupid? No. I had a life to live, kids to raise. Husbands to plow through.

Was I stupid? Foolish, perhaps.

When I interviewed with Rob Schwartz on Monday, he was interviewing me to be a possible medium and channel for his next book. I did not know this. I had incorrectly presumed that he just wanted to collaborate on information I'd gathered.

I seem to have a knack for channeling the souls of folks who have "taken themselves out of the equation." Suicides.
I also seem to have that same talent for channeling souls who have died violent deaths, sudden deaths. As a result, I'm compiling the messages they give me in to a sort of ... book.
Yeah. A book.

And so, Monday.

We agreed to meet at seven oh clock. HAD I known that I was going to simply be giving Rob a reading, I would have handled the situation much differently. So much for being side kick, eh?

IN MY DEFENSE -- because I must always defend myself -- let it be known that in the two weeks prior to our engagement I was on a vacation of sorts that involved my setting up an emergency surgery for the BA (see the caravan, please) who decided to turn his right ankle into a mess while sliding in to second base. Six screws -- and one plate later, he seems to be doing well as of THIS date.

I have shamans in Australia and two Reiki Masters working on it.

I'm on it.

Rob and I met -- in spite of not being aware that it was yours truly here who was in charge of the details. The where. The why.

Several phone calls later, we're finally sitting in a gazebo at sunset in Tallmadge, Ohio -- and I hand him my latest channeling information. He looks at it, sets it aside and we begin conversing.
Rob is an intense individual. Take a look at his book.

I met him a couple months earlier at the Ohio Metaphysical Society monthly meeting -- where he gave his account of why he wrote his book. I was stunned at the common factors between information he received from "the other side." It was nearly identical to the messages brought to me. I purchased his book, asked him to sign it and we shared emails -- I told him that I was also working on a book about what happens to those who break their soul agreement. It was decided we should probably hook up at some point for collaboration. Or so I thought.

*shakes head*

Three hours later at that gazebo in Tallmadge with the fireflies dancing -- I had activated his DNA, I'd channeled Sananda and connected with the spirit of a very British woman who reminded me of Auntie Mame but not anyone else specific Rob wanted me to channel. His guides were quiet, I told him his "shields" were up. Well, that's how I perceived it.

When he asked me, "Do you channel any ascended masters?" I winced.

I have never (to that point) channeled anyone of any celebrity or fame with the exception of Jack Kerouac and Djuna Barnes. In fact, I can't even take credit for channeling them. They just appeared. That's how it seems to always happen.

"HAI! It's Meeeee!" And then I have to research who "me" is.

Sananda and I have a special connection. That's a different post, for a different day.

So when Rob asked me if I'd see if I COULD channel Sananda, I was less hesitant to attempt it. I have great faith and deep Love for the Christ Spirit. My first and last attempt at conscious channeling ended very badly you see and I was a little ill for a day or two -- the memory of that has stayed with me and I have never allowed an "entity" to sit in me.

I am grateful for the opportunity Rob presented me with. I had no expectations and I'd never been present for any ascended master channeling session by anyone.

It struck me then, at that point, that for all my moaning and groaning and eye rolling about New Age Snobbery, that I was quite possibly the worst sort of critic. The kind who condemns before experience gives authority.

Am I stupid? No. Just foolish.

Rob will be in England for a month or so.
He emailed me and told me he would connect with me when he returned in August.

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I'd like to encourage everyone to read "Your Soul's Plan: Discovering the Real Meaning of the Life You Planned Before You Were Born" You can order directly off the website.

I can say, with complete authentic knowledge that the information in the book is accurate, real and important.

The real meaning of my life is to connect with people who might not be interested in the evolution of their soul at a conscious level, bring them to a new comprehension of their divine importance. To magnify each persons brilliance. To do it with laughter, love and joy.

And we will all learn to dump the fear.

Readings & Results

"…. Doesn’t look a very good reading - starts off with the 3 little pigs (house of sticks) and we all know how that nearly ends, then lots of swords and people hanging upside down… no that doesn’t look healthy at all…."

This off the reply from a post I made a couple months ago at Go! Smell The Flowers --

There's this application on Facebook called "Pieces of Flair" -- little buttons with pictures and statements that are thought provoking or just evocative period -- one of them says, "The cards say you're screwed!"
I Love That.

Nine times outta ten, the cards do say that. Why? Because they're merciless. Equal opportunity merciless and without compassion. They call it like they see it -- and it's a very zen sort of experience. I lay out the past, because we know the past is -- well, THE PAST. What follows is the Present. The now. And then a "Possible Future." It's a POSSIBLE future, because if we don't like what we're seeing, we can change it. Why even ask if you're certain things are moving along swimmingly? We go to Astrologers and Clairvoyants to get clues to what is going to happen NEXT. If you're talking to someone who is not manipulated by greed and who works through light and that weird thing called HOPE, you're going to be given the opportunity to translate all this information to it's highest possible power, and find a way through the current mess you call your life.

Here's where it gets complicated, here ... have a diagram allowing you to see what I see when I read. This is a system I've worked out over 20 years -- and it's MY layout. I cannot guarantee that it will work for you, although I don't know why it wouldn't. I've used several different traditional layouts including the tried and true Celtic Cross, which didn't work so well for me in years passed, and so my "spiritual guides" presented me with this spread.

You see that there are typically 13 cards -- when I did the spread TWO main oracles were chosen, which is rare. It happens.
I use an oracle deck that is NOT a tarot deck. There are several choose from, I am partial to a design by Lynn Andrews and the Mystic Avalon. You can use whatever oracle you like, including crystals (which I do use, from time to time) or anything that appeals to you -- from sea shells to bottle caps.

For the sake of brevity, I'm not going to go in to a dissertation about oracle usage in general, I'm presuming that if you're reading this, you have a clue. If you're clueless, I'll be happy to instruct you on a personal level for a small donation of $50 an hour.

Yes. I'm serious.

Moving along now ...

I choose the main oracle first. Even though it is number 13, it is the "giant factor" in the entire reading and I choose it BEFORE the querent begins to ask me anything. It allows me to find the energy and the source of the entire reading, and often, I only need it to give me specific answers. When I say "I" choose it, that's not entirely true. I'm just the hand picking up whatever the querents spirit guides want the querent to truly focus on. I rely on this particular oracle throughout the reading, especially if the situation is becoming muddy, foggy or just plain confusing. I refer to it at the beginning, and I wrap up the reading with it at the end too.

Past, Present and Future are self explanatory as are "what's in the head, et al."
A, B, C, D, are as follows:

A = the person asking the questions.
B = usually the event or person the querent is asking about.
C = close environmental aspects. The home. The workplace. The school. Etc.
D = outside factors not associated but pertinent to the situation.

Think of it as a spiral. You're in the center. Just outside of you are the people or issues most present and significant; followed by the energy of the environment and people or situations involved -- and then everything else.

Now let's look at the spread given in the original post.



Two oracle cards appeared. "Burden" and "The King".


I immediately ascertained that the woman on the other end of the line was in a relationship with someone other than her husband. I have to go with my intuition. My "sixth sense." You may have read it as "father is being a do- bag and not helping out." If that was the case, then go with it. This is not a crash course on How To Be A Side Kick.


As I laid out the cards, the images and what each of them relates to are translated to MY inner guide, and I begin to form a bigger picture.
Again, for the sake of brevity and presumption you are aware of what the tarot is, and what each of the symbols means, I will not spend additional time on the revelation. I will give a brief outline.

The woman simply said that she was having difficulty communicating with her husband. I already knew this because SHE was at the center of HIS thought process, as was revealed by the Queen of Swords in his heart. I just said, "You're having an affair honey, of course it's difficult to communicate, he's hearing you (it wasn't reversed) but you're not really saying what you want to say because you want to keep your happy home (as is revealed by the four of rods in her center)." She was quiet for a moment and she said, "What do I do?"

This is often the case. "What do I do?"

And this is where I become Spiritual Life Coach and Advisor. It is absolutely necessary for me to set aside all personal judgement and move each person I speak to towards a place of clarity and healing. Period.

The ten of rods above her shows that she's been carrying this burden for awhile. She considered divorce, but changed her mind, and her husband didn't know (Justice overturned) but he discerned something was up because it's in his head. The guy she's having the affair with (The King of Pentacles) is someone her husband knows and works with (the four of pentacles reversed in the present and in the position of local environment) and is close to the family (the wheel of fortune reversed in the last position).

The page of cups shown in the final spot reversed is an emotional girl who is petty and cruel to the querent and also knows about the affair, but she won't do anything about it even though she claims she will. How do I know this? Because it's followed by the four of rods which tells me that the "home" will be happy. Evidently the emotional girl was a secretary in the office her husband works in.

Here's where it becomes interesting and difficult to explain to the casual observer. I've been studying tarot for over 30 years. I've been gazing at the symbols for ever, it seems -- and many of these cards have become personal indicators to me of certain issues. The four of Pentacles has almost always come up (for me) in matters that involve lawyers, attorney, legal issues. For you, it could be about doing the laundry. I dunno.

So I said to the querent, "it looks like your husband is an attorney and he and your lover are partners."

I could have been way off. Seriously. Sometimes I am. If I hit, I hit. All the way.
If I don't, then I don't. All. The. Way.

As it turns out, I was so straight on, this woman hung up on me.

She called back about ten minutes later.
She apologized.
I told her not to worry. She was sincerely upset and began to think many odd things. She realized that she wasn't being watched or followed or recorded or ...

But anyway, that doesn't matter. It's also why I took a shot of the particular reading because it was so right on that it excited even ME!

It will be a reminder to me of how I can be accurate when I'm low on Cosmic Mojo.

Because the future is wide open and open to many possibilities, we can turn around a potentially sad situation and make it better.
I like to refer to myself as a "spiritual GPS." If you're traveling down the road at 60mph and you don't know the road ends, you drive off a cliff.
However, if you have a GPS in your car that tells you to slam on the brakes and stop because the road ends, then by God, you slam on the brakes.

I told her that it would probably be a good idea to slam on the brakes.

Why? Not because "having an affair" is the moral and ethical equivalent of going to hell, but because the oracles said so.
I mean, who am I to presume that this affair is going to end in heartache and misery? Maybe they were meant to be together? HUH?

As it turns out, they are not meant to be together.
I know this because she really does love her husband, and he really does love her. He's a good guy (the King in the first Oracle.) He's not cruel or wicked -- and even if he was, it doesn't mean she should carry on with his partner. She had been considering telling her husband, but wasn't sure if she should. I knew that the ONLY reason she was considering it was because of the stupid secretary using emotional black mail. I explained that the oracles showed that the business would remain intact (The Ace of Pentacles at her foundation and the three of swords under the partner, reflecting continued success in business and choosing power over disappointment) -- that the new information (8 of rods under her husband) would be met with relief and they would begin to renew their relationship (also the three of swords under the partner, reflecting emotional pain in a threesome) but over all - - -

Drum Roll Puhleez

- - - the relationship with partner guy wasn't all it was cracked up to be and she should probably end it before it became even more complicated (Knight of Cups Reversed.)

Ultimately, the choice is hers. She can tell me to stick it in my ear and rush off into the sunset with Mr. Partner Dude, and live out her life.

She called me a week later.

She told her husband about the affair. He sort of knew (uh huh) and he wasn't surprised, although he was very hurt. His partner left the business, taking a leave of absence, but an old friend of the husband had been calling and was interested in knowing if he was willing to form a firm. Evidently, this had been happening all along -- the discussions -- and the husband wasn't sure if he wanted to form a partnership with the old friend because of the complications w.r.t. his current business partner. The secretary (the paralegal in the office) was also aware of this development and was afraid she would be replaced or dismissed if the partnership was formed which is why she didn't go to the womans husband and tell him anything.

Synchronicity baby, synchronicity.

And I know, that someone out there *cough* Uncle Cyril *cough* is going to say, "So if you're that good, how come you didn't see the new business offer, huh? You hack."

I can gently explain that it wasn't a "career & finance" spread (which is a different set of cards) and that this was a "relationship" spread.
I can please some of the people some of the time, never all of them all of the time.

The End.

I'm a Projector! I'm a Projector!

Out of the countless ways to "know thyself" in the whirled of psychotherapy and mental blah blah blah -- The Human Design System has (in my not so humble opinion) been the most accurate I've (marginally) studied. When the time and the resources present, I will delve into deeper exploration of this particular analysis. For now, I must rely upon my own brilliance and research capabilities to analyze yours truly here. I recommend that you go have a look see -- because when you call me? I'll probably be sure to have you do this anyway. I'm keeping notes.

Here we go ...


"If you are a Projector (22 % of population), you are not here to work. You are here to know others, to recognize and guide them. But that can only happen if you yourself are 1) recognized and 2) formally invited to do so.

Your strategy is to wait for formal invitation in the important areas of your life (your relationships, work etc.) If your authority says yes, then you can really share your gifts and guidance. To be invited means that you are seen and recognized for your values. When you don't wait for an invitation, you meet resistance.

Through your open centers (usually many), you take in others deeply. You take in other people's definition and you can clearly see who they are. You focus on the very core of their being. Your intensity can be uncomfortable for some. If you try to guide others without being invited to do so, you meet resistance, or feel that no one really sees you, no one recognizes you. Out of that comes a deep feeling of bitterness, often mixed with exhaustion.


Projectors fear that they will not be invited. But if you follow your strategy of waiting for the invitation, what happens is that your aura's frequency starts to change and the more you live according to your design, the more invitations (and the right ones) you get. Once you get invited, you don't need to wait for any more invitations regarding whatever you were invited to (project, job, relationship etc.) Just follow your authority in doing what you do. The invitation, correct entry into anything of importance for you, is the key. And since a real invitation doesn't happen every day, your strategy is to be applied in making the important decisions of your life.


Projectors are the students of humanity, system analytics and system masters. You need to have a system through which you can relate and understand life. Projectors often have the need to study Human Design deeply in order to gain the intellectual understanding of how they are to operate correctly.Your openness can be energetically exhausting, so it is important to have your own space where you can relax. The same advice regarding sleeping applies to you as to everyone else with an undefined Sacral: go to bed as soon as you begin to feel tired and if at all possible, sleep alone (see Manifestors for details).


Strategy: Wait for a formal invitation


Predominant negative feeling: Bitterness


Famous Projectors: Queen Elisabeth II, Mick Jagger, Joseph Stalin, Ringo Starr, Osho, Napoleon, Woody Allen, Salvador Dali, Elizabeth Taylor, Fidel Castro, James Joyce, Barbra Streisand, Ulysses S. Grant, Douglas MacArthur, Demi Moore, Princess Diana, Tony Blair, Ramana Maharshi, George Gurdjieff"
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50 Things About Me

  1. I'm absolutely thrilled you're reading this!
  2. I was adopted when I was six weeks old. My biological mother is Elizabeth Bell. I use my biological fathers surname. Beth named me Christine Marie Nash. I don't know where she is. If you do, tell her to email me.
  3. I have legally changed my name six times.
  4. I have been married four times. The first two, and the last one never meant a thing to me OR him. I will get married one more time to The Priest. I'll let you know when.
  5. High School is STILL the happiest time of my life.
  6. I had a full ride scholarship to Western State College in Colorado in Forensics, and foolishly ignored it. Dropped out of college three times.
  7. I was raised a Catholic, became a Mormon when I turned 12, left the Mormon Church when I was 18 and became an ordained minister in the Universal Life Church just to piss off all the wrong people. HOWEVER, it was probably the smartest thing I did, at that time.
  8. I am a Laurel Scout, as in, I have a Gold Award from the Girl Scouts of America. That's right, bitches!
  9. I once blah-gged as "The Irreverent Reverend." It was my favorite gig.
  10. When I was 12, I had a complicated, delicate surgery on my right middle ear to have a tumor removed that was threatening my brain and I had a full blown NDE. Someday I'll tell you about it. Technically, I was "dead." I'm still here, so you do the math.
  11. Oh, I hate math. I so stink at math.
  12. Both of my nipples are pierced. Yes it hurt.
  13. My nose is also pierced.
  14. I believe the number thirteen is funny -- and I also believe that if YOU believe in curses, hexes, spells, etc. they are very real. I can show you how to remove the curses, hexes, spells, etc. in your life.
  15. I'm addicted to all sorts of things. Food, tobacco, long walks on the beach and The Priest.
  16. I listen to techno/trance - - almost exclusively.
  17. Yes, I believe in God.
  18. I have three living children.
  19. I have had one abortion and two miscarriages.
  20. Reading the Tarot has been a part of my life ever since I was eleven. I just NOW realized that I was eleven, and NOT twelve when I was given that first deck, because I couldn't take them to Utah with me.
  21. My Mormon adult cousins raised me on and off from age 12 to 18.
  22. My adoptive parents divorced when I was five.
  23. I lived for about a year on my own when I was 14.
  24. I firmly believe it is never too late to have a happy childhood, and I'm looking forward to it.
  25. I have seen angels, entities and heard voices for as far back in my memory as I can recall. My mother thought I was possessed and took me to a priest when I was about eight or nine? The priest advised me not talk about it any more, and pronounced me "fine."
  26. I am STILL trying to get my mother to Love Me. Accept Me. Tell me I'm "fine ..." and the truth is, she has. On a number of occasions. I need to start listening.
  27. My mother used to beat the holy hell out of me when I was a child. Maybe she thought it would calm my crazy ass down.
  28. I was raped and sodomized repeatedly when I was a child. Yes, it is very sad that these things happened to me. I am "oh kay" - -really- - I can not do anything about the past. I can use the experiences I've had to have compassion and empathy for other humans.
  29. Each of my ex-husbands has done at least one of these things: a) hit me b) thrown something at me in anger c) spit on me d) physically assaulted me e) verbally abused me.
  30. I am the Goddess of Verbal Abuse. I am especially good at verbally abusing inanimate objects and Habibi. Oh, and my ex husbands.
  31. I was bulimic in high school and in college. It f*cked me up.
  32. Eff You See Kay is my favorite word. I say it daily and it brings me joy. Perhaps if I had been allowed to say it freely as a teenager, I'd be over it by now, but no; I was told I would burn in hell if I said it when I was younger and I believed those lies.
  33. I don't believe in Hell anymore. With the exception of my childhood. My childhood was hell. It really was. (note: see #24)
  34. I worked as a bartender at the Boat House on the Santa Monica Pier, before it was Bubba Gumps. I'm kind of jazzed about that. Hey?! Can YOU say that? I didn't THINK so. HAH! I win.
  35. I have never won a thing that could be considered substantial in my life.
  36. I don't play the lottery on a regular basis. I buy one or two tickets a year.
  37. I talk to dead people, but only if they talk to me first. I see them too.
  38. Speaking of dead people, there were a lot of them that would show up at Lopez Point in Big Sur, where I lived for the summer of 2000. It was a marvelous old cabin without electricity and very weird plumbing.
  39. I lived in a tent, in a Horse Pasture for a month the summer of 1999 in Oregon because of Love.
  40. I have kept a hand written journal since I was 12.
  41. I believe in Love.
  42. I hate fresh tomatoes. HATE THEM! GAH! GAG! BLECH!
  43. I have five tattoos. I'll get more.
  44. I was a prostitute when I was nineteen. I worked for a "madam" in Palm Springs.
  45. I have been to Alaska, and I have been to Key West. As of May 2009 I have only been to Mexico and Canada. I'd really like to go somewhere else.
  46. I studied witchcraft and earth magick for over fifteen years. Ten years quite seriously. I have only met three women I could honestly say were true to their craft. I deeply respect and admire each of them.
  47. I have studied Buddhism, Kabbalism, Taoism, Capitalism, Marxism, Communism, Mormonism, Socialism, and I have a book upstairs about all the -ism's you can come up with. None of it makes sense for authentic daily living, unless you pick and choose the bits and pieces you need to chew on and compost the rest.
  48. Recycling pisses me off, but I still do it.
  49. I am a firm believer in Reincarnation ... ism.
  50. I am The Cosmic Hooker. Mystical. Spiritual. Beautiful. Talented. Irreverent. Bitchy. Goddessy. Artistic. Paradoxical; and I've been putting the fun in dysfunctional since 1965. This time.