UNDER THE WILL… OVER THE DRAMA…

Tag: Ancestors

  • Aliens, Ancestors, or Just a Cloud? You Decide…

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    What the hell is this thing in the sky?! Honestly, for a moment, I thought I was looking at the beginning of a nuclear blast. Then I decided it had to be aliens making a flamboyant entrance. But the “official” word is… It’s just an anvil cloud. Now, maybe I’m supposed to nod politely and…

  • Mae, Medb, and Me.. Granny Frass comes through…

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    Mae Faurel
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    Granny Frass on the Name Mae… Well now, Mae… isn’t it gas how you think your name is just a neat little variation, like a shorter skirt on the same old dress? Don’t fool yourself. That name is stitched together with more thread than you know. Molly was mine, Mary after me, and Mae is…

  • Granny Frass – The Milk Was Just the Excuse…

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    Messages From Beyond: The Milk Was Just the Excuse… So, you think you went to the shop for milk? Ha! Granny Frass says: “God doesn’t send you out for groceries, love. He sends you out to do His Errands.” That milk was nothing but a decoy. The real mission? To stand there, boots on the…

  • When Acres Become Ego…

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    Mae Faurel
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    When Acres Become Ego: The Irish Obsession with Land… How Many Farms Do You Actually Need? Ego, Greed, and the Irish Obsession with Land… Ireland and land. It’s a love story, a war story, and a tragedy all rolled into one. For generations, land was a matter of survival; it fed families, kept the roof…

  • Frass Out Loud – A Rant…

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    Mae Faurel
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    Granny Frass Speaks: The World’s Gone Wobbly and I’m Not Having It… Well now. I’ve been bursting to get a word in. Up here, the view’s clear, the tea’s hot, and the ancestors are all sitting around shaking their heads. And let me tell ye something: the world’s gone wobbly. It’s like someone pulled the…

  • Where Did We Go?…

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    Mae Faurel
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    What Has Happened to Humanity? Sometimes I just sit and wonder… what the hell happened to us? We were once tribal, weren’t we? Rooted in the land, in each other. We lived by firelight and instinct. We shared food, stories, and silence. We knew how to sit with things, pain, joy, and mystery. Now? Most…