The Daze of our Lives - around the Blue Vatican

Aubergine's Dream's Blog - These are the perceived stories of 2 local Pagangroups who find it necessary to work apart, yet strive to be together.

http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2002/07/0718_020718_stinkyflower.html
The most noxious flower, often called the Corpse Plant. Check this one out.

Gleaning histories, rumors, and facts that have been said, these will be the stoies (and never ending saga) of two groups of meerkats....uh Pagans. Shall we begin with a story?

Long, long ago, there were people who got together, learned the old ways, and worked for the good of all. There was a great mother of the group, who was kind, gently, and accepting with nourishing ideals. That was long ago! People came, people left, and all still remained strong. Aside the gathering there began to be ramblings, secret agendas, and egos. People worked to remain strong, family, and be loyal to one another. Slowly, as the night fell, subversives began to move toward the gathering. They whispered ugly stories, elevated themselves (in their minds) to supreme beings and began undermining all that had taken place in this tight knit little community.

Sadly, the mother began changing. She, growing much like her daughter, Windy, blew strong and tepid, depending the cause. No longer ware they the ones to turn to, when things were askew. She developed talons, like the dark queen of storytellers, listening often to the poison apple brigade, the mongers of hate in words and deed. From that group of rousers came the family of Prickledick's, the Vaginator's, the Sleepoopon’s, the Hindlick-Maneuver's, Mr. Pukespewer, and Ms. Doninatryall, who it had been told had been a murderess in a previous venue. Oh, this coming from the Mother as had heard, so truly, it must have been accurate.

Petty jealousies began to dwell, there were sheet parties, not with pointed hats, but flapping bed sheets with people running two and fro to join in and cross member and try out the fruits of others. During this episode, some overwhelmed the children, doing things that were not quite well to be done, due to law and righteousness.

Due to the many influx of children, from the picket fence kids, the "who's ja daddy's" (yeh, really) and others, children will not be the high topic of the story line, as a gneral aspect. Only a blurb or two will be given, not the whole schema. Some of whom were produced via laisons of unseemly origin.

There came a time for the clans to gather to get things back on track. Laws were made, rules were told…. Yet nothing happened. Disillusionment took over; yet upon the horizon, The Prickledick’s faded away….. Things were returning to proper, feelings mended, fences building and society making changes due to various life and path choices. Secretly, another group moved in, The Doninatryall’s who used many stealth patterns of invasive techniques to be the center of the universe. Anyone who voiced concerns on this change was shunned, ridiculed, stoned, or threatened; all while the Pukespewer continued with blessings– as all were informed – they were now in the mother’s family! Damnably proud of that acquisition, she should be.

Many moons passed and rumor gave forth the hint that the Prickledick's were returning, of course, there were those who had sang praises of how magnificent Ms. Prickledick was, so kind and caring; (as in Underdog, Miss Polly Purebred) , those who had led the façade of her rightly ways, singing Hosanna’s and shouts of divinity, could surely become to know the newest Mamma Teresa whose name was also synonymous with “Lolita Hotbox” by the Pope-ette. , How she was going to be welcomed full force back into the family! Mr. Prickledick’s future was not as secure (it seemed). A few days have passed since the Prickledick's have returned and all appear to have been assimilated back into the great Mother’s bosom. Mentions of R and S will undoubtedly be used as undercover aliases.



Across the river and through the woods, another group of meerkats, uh, Pagans reside. These are industrious Pagans, working together in groups to raise the level of perceived view of pagan/wiccans in the community. They sneer not at the other group and have tried to work as a team; however, the older group tends to become easily threatened, should anyone raise a question or ponder a new view of action. The next chapter will dwell in that camp.

Coming Part Deux.