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  • When Gratitude Has to Fight Dirty…

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    I’d like to say gratitude, and honestly, most days, that’s the truth. I can be in the middle of washing dishes, and suddenly I’m grateful for the smell of fresh bread drifting from the oven, or for a friend’s child laughing so hard they hiccup. Gratitude’s like that, it sneaks up on you in the…

  • Granny Frass: Who’s Got a Key to Your Vault?

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    Granny Frass Says: Watch Who’s Robbing Your Soul Bank (Looking at You, Bully & Fanny)… Well now, pet, gather in, because I’ve a thing or two to say about Soul Banks.And more importantly, about the pair of soul pickpockets that snuck around this family for years: Bully and Fanny McFox. See, I always told you…

  • Episode 88 – Scrap Heaps and Swinging D*ks…

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    Scrap Heaps and Swinging D*ks: A Bully Tale… Did you ever notice how some people can’t leave well enough alone? Like, the world could be spinning happily on its axis, the birds chirping, the dogs wagging, and here comes Bully, striding in like a constipated sheriff in a one-horse town, ready to declare war on…

  • Sage, Crystals, and Conversations with God…

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    Daily Writing Prompt: How important is spirituality in your life? Spirituality’s always been one of those things I’ve felt more than defined. I believe in a higher power, whether it’s God, the Universe, my Higher Self, or some version of all three having a laugh at my expense some days. I believe in the things…

  • Episode 80 – The Anatomy of a Bully…

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    The Anatomy of a Bully: Greed, Ghosts & Imaginary Friends… You ever meet someone so disconnected from life, you half expect to see a Vacancy sign blinking behind their eyes? That’s our Bully. He struts around like a man of substance, but if you peeled back that smug exterior, you’d find little more than fear,…

  • The Stranger at the Wake – Part 3…

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    Mae Faurel
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    The Stranger at the Wake – Part 1 The Stranger at the Wake – Park 2 The Night of Strange Alliances… It’s taken me a while to be able to write this one. Some things stick in your throat no matter how much time passes. And this part… this one stuck. After the wake, the…

  • The Blind Dog and the Blind World…

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    I’m sitting here this morning looking at Heff, the old, blind, diabetic dog who has absolutely no idea he’s old, blind, or diabetic. It’s been seven months now since his world went completely dark, and in that time, he’s somehow learned every inch of this house. He knows where the food is, where his bed…

  • Today’s Message from Granny Frass…

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    A Message from Granny Frass: Speak Your Truth, Even If It Shakes the Pear Tree… Well now… I’ve been watching. And if you think for one second I’m sitting quiet on the other side while folks carry on like eejits, you’re sorely mistaken. Truth is, the world’s full of folk who don’t speak their hearts.…

  • The Day I Realized I Could Spiritually Dropkick Bully Yates…

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    Mae Faurel
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    There’s a moment, somewhere between your seventh ignored email and your tenth gaslit memory, when something shifts. You don’t even realize it at first. You’re just sitting there, holding a mug of cold tea, thinking about how you’ve been dragged through the emotional hedge backwards yet again by the one-man chaos parade that is Bully…

  • The Black Sheep and the Blind Flock…

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    There’s a loneliness that comes with waking up.I don’t mean getting out of bed in the morning, I mean waking up spiritually. Waking up to the fact that this world is more than a paycheck, a title, a new car or what the neighbors think of your lawn. Waking up to the Creator’s energy pulsing…