Joined: Feb. 2013
|Posted: Feb. 17 2013,6:25 am
Oooo Thanks Morgan! I love reading and the subject is my kind of thing. I can't wait to dig in! I have a close affinity to Gwynn Ap Nudd the welsh God of the Underworld. He has a special altar all to Himself in our home. It's funny that you mention your publisher and how you feel about your writing. I was "advised" to pull my posts and blogs and try to get it published but I said no. That's not the purpose of my contributions. I agree that I like to have it on my own terms, too. After all it is my writing. My blog is gone but it's needs refurbished, anyway. I'm not writing for money. Not that it is a bad thing, I just don't want money to share what I have to say at the moment. It gives me a little more credibility with those who don't understand or think I am either crazy or full of shit.
I was reading around a few forums here and saw the label "crotch droppings" and laughed so hard! I'm trying to be smooth and screw with the kids so now I have a new phrase to use!! <evil laugh>
We like to have fun and most people think we are completely nuts but crazy works for us. Define "normal" anyway, right? We are definitely not the typical family and we get "the look" a lot. My boyfriend is a Native American/Mexican healer, I am most commonly labeled as Witch in his circles and bare the name "OwlCloud", my oldest son has a thing for bringing home road kill to save feathers/bones/fur/wings which we love for talismans and of course waste not want not. I make candles out of tallow. The JW's don't even visit us. They know better, now. Miss Morg sits in the dark contemplating, is what she tells me. A dark poet, and a fireball already, she is wise beyond her years. The baby is a baby. He is fun, quiet (for now), smart, squee-ish, and a 100% lovable lap monkey. Kinda smells funny but they all do! The boyfriend is the worst lol. Ok I'll stop screwing around. Sorry. :)
I always wanted a career in the medical field when I was a young teen and still held on to that in high school. I did a few extra programs that led me to a women's leadership type of activities program. I got to choose a field and send a letter asking to shadow a woman there for one day. I, of course, chose the coroner's office. One of the coroner's was a woman, what luck! I was interested in how the building would feel because when you drive past the complex it just radiates. So I was excited to be excepted but was met with suspicion when I got there. They messed with me a little, like leaving slides from an autopsy open on a desk viewer, and showing me maggots in little vials that they taped pens to. I rolled my eyes at these people. Seriously!? I came there to learn what a coroner does on a day to day basis. Plus at the time (90's) she said she made about $80,000 a year. Now that's bank time! Plus it's a job I would do with respect and interest. The main coroner was an old man and I didn't get to see much of him. He at first denied my request to watch an autopsy but later in the day I did get to see one performed after being taken out to scenes where I learned a little more than the morning had given me. They were all cynical people. I didn't like them much. She did tell me that the Full Moon suspicion is correct, though. The morgue fills up around a Full Moon. The hospitals are a crazy place as well during this time.
It was on these little journeys to residential places that I felt more attuned to the energies. The later being more callous than I felt in the homes. Cops are always involved it seems and they always seemed to feel very relieved when the white van would pull in. One of the police men had given me a short lesson in crime scene photography. I think he was creeped out to see I had no problem with proximity to corpses. He noted that to me with an uneasy laugh. I laughed back with him and said it was the living you had to watch out for. The coroner I was shadowing taught me how to look for a pulse (I found that kind of funny, you know) and document the other injuries (if any). Upon entering the property (not just the house I noticed) from the gate or boundaries, I could feel it like a heavy cloud had descended and hadn't quite lifted or that I was walking through a concentrated energetic or electrified area/space. I could feel the apprehension from the families since the deceased was still in the home. Our presence brought relief in all cases. I was surprised to feel "Oh good, the ones that know what to do are here". That was a nice feeling even though I was only a part of that for a day. The homes felt different as I reached closer to the bodies, too. The air seemed like it knew that something had passed through and it had left an energy imprint that is hard for me to describe. It was definitely tangible. I think of it as a type of essence or shadow even. I have a thing with smells and in every home we had visited that day I could smell flowers. Not just any variety but the same earthy flower smell that I associate with Death Energies. There was also some impressions of stress and sadness, of course. Oh and these visits we made were all for elderly people with nothing suspicious surrounding their cause of death, just so you know. All were ruled as natural. I could feel the sadness as well as see the tears of the family but in most cases there was relief, too. With one person I felt fear very heavily. They didn't know what to do now and it was obvious on their face. I suggested out of the blue that he call his next of kin, a son or daughter, maybe. He looked like the fog cleared and said that calling his son was something he should have done anyway. The coroner I was with was surprised that I asked if we could stay until the son got there. We had to wait on the funeral home to come for the body anyway so we had plenty of time. PLENTY of time. You would have thought the whole #### city took a ride in the hearse before they showed up with their privacy van. The coroner said it was common so I took advantage of the time she spoke with the families to be the sentinel by the body. I was trying to explore the energies around me but had to keep a straight face. Not easy but I had quite the day, indeed. I paid my respects to the spirits that had passed as well during those moments when I was not too closely watched.
I really wish I could have done this more than just the once. I had gotten into a bit of trouble so being an elected official to become the coroner after a ton of schooling was a bit out of my reach by the time I was in a position to really concentrate on a practical career.
I set my sights on hospice care, personal care provider, and CNA work as a more practical field at the time. Lots to tell about the hospice in particular.
Till next time,