I am not evil!!!

I have no special mind control powers my icon and images are normal

I do not believe that Lucy has been kidnapped by aliens

Puppy and Daisy have turned against me


Polar B may not be a Lesbian after all,,,she may be in the FBI.....Peachy and Scratch are my new best friends

Don't believe a word Belle says

Daisy is in Love with Ken.....Belle is in love with Lucy....Where will the madness end?

Daisy and Belle and Puppy are just jealous...they are trying to knock me off the box and solidify their positions....They only want you to add to their counts and comments....Ignore them...I am not evil

Note: PolarB's reference to weapons of "mass seductions" cannot be verified.. Ignore them......You are safe here....Sit down put your feet up take off your clothes

Peachy where are you?

I am a scout for the wagontrain
miles behind me now.
I sit watching the midnight skies
for any sign or sound.


A full moon lit the valley
around my campfire light.
I was the only one to see
Lucifer in flight.



The air got bone cold
the fire blazed bright.
I bowed my head
and prayed on through the night.

I could not believe what I saw
As I watched Lucifer fall.
"Who goes there I cried"
as I started to ride.

His voice was weaker
and his manner was meeker
Than I ever imagined it could be
The devil looked small to me.

With respect for the dying
I nodded my head.
"Is this Georgia? he asked
and then he was dead.

I'll always remember Lucifer's flight,
and his crash landing in the night.
No morals here that I can see
The devil got lost and hit a tree.

Years ago, too young to appreciate it or understand, I attended a Navajo night chant. The dancers or the tribal yei'ii, wear traditional costumes. They become the talking god, the clown and the hunchback. The drama comes alive and the play is a wild dance, traditionally it lasts till sunrise. Through the night, the voices and the rhythm of the dance call out. A celebration of the spirit and an understanding of nature lit by a campfire. Calling out is the Navajo way to heal.

Chanting/singing confirms the Navajo belief in the power of words and the thoughts that propel them… Their faith is a certainty that both good and bad can be "spoken" into existence. Thought and spirit are part of the Navajo healing process, as is an appreciation of the beauty inherent in all things. Healing is all about restoring harmony and balance.

Chanda reminded me today that it is also about the dance ….

Note I realize that most of you Don't Know Ken. You are Lucky....He has a blog here. I got mixed up with him awhile back. Ken thinks he is brilliant. Ken believes you are fools and I am a cult leader. Or maybe he doesn't believe that at all.

He says he is running a social experiment and we are all his subjects. Maybe he is just a sad man.

He has asked me for an apology and then he took it down. Previously, he posted a rather silly sexy PM I sent him in the middle of January which was about our last communications. When I responded he took the post down.

I really think Ken is lonely and wants people to stop by so he can verbally abuse them. Or he is desperate for someone to read what he calls his unique creativity. I noticed he changed his plea for an apology. I am not afraid of looking out of context. My response will stand.

KEN THIS IS WRITTEN FOR YOU AND TO YOU....FEEL BETTER

The thing is Ken I stopped the PM's because they weren't right and they weren't real for me. Your anger was spilling over into the stream even when we were talking privately. I take full responsibility of getting involved with those PM's in the first place....I am guilty of poor judgment and letting my personal relationship with John slip away because although I am not the most moral person in the world I could not sleep with one man and talk dirty to another at the same time.

I did not stalk you or cyber rape you. You were the initial pursuer. I was not a deer in the headlights or a victim. Just a silly woman who was curious and confused by the energy of the stream. It did not last long. You could not even contain yourself from public attacks when we were talking privately.

I revealed our silly relationship to stop your attacks on my readers and my blog. I copied your public comments to show your intention to reveal it yourself. I did not alter any comments, although later I looked back and you had added something, but you deleted it before my eyes. I called you a toad and meanspirited and you called me a whore. And lots of other terrible names, but I stopped reading.

If I had known you could delete your own comments on other people's blogs back then I would have saved myself the humiliation of revealing our sordid little fling. After all it was long over. I had carefully removed your emails and email address from my computer. I have children I did not want them to know.

So what is this great harm I did to you? Assuming we are both single and I revealed we had a cyber fling how did this hurt you? I never revealed private comments and even if I had saved them I would not have put that up.

I do not believe that you were shunned or ostracized. I have asked around and everyone claims they have never harassed you. I received very few PM's at the time. I did get some male harassment but I do not believe it was you. When people tried to comfort you, you bullied them and pushed them away. Then you self destructed.

I am sorry if you think I am somehow stealing your unique creativity. The truth is I did see your images but I did not read that Clint Eastwood blog. If your images are so unique then I am guilty of that too. Because your writing is not my preferred reading. I do not have a lot of ego regarding my writing. I am learning and developing. I do mean what I have said many times. If I have no readers I will still go to other blogs and read here.

It is true that I blocked you from my blog after you started attacking mine. I am not sorry for wanting nothing to do with you. I did feel badly at your self destruction. I believe like the anger the "blog suicide" you staged was so that someone would believe you were somehow being attacked. Or maybe you really believe it. And maybe if you bully, belittle and attack people enough they will retaliate. But what would that prove? Your stuff Ken is inside not out here.

I am not spiritual enough to apologize to the man who has called me vicious names and posted our private (albeit altered) comments.

It is not all about you Ken. I could be wrong but I never thought you were a pretender. Our only real conversation was about that. The most recent attacks on people again have nothing to do with you either and no one thought they did.

For the record, I was over you before you ever started the second rounds of attacks on my blog. These are things I have never done. "Over time Colo has threatened legal action, told me to leave her friends alone, complained to Pioneer, copied my posts or comments and then re published them to suit and various other veiled attempts of communicating her feelings within her poetry."

And now you still claim I have followers. On the stream we are readers and writers. I don't think you "get that" You are so screwed up about popularity and not getting love from the stream that you are pretending to be a ghost and humiliating yourself. I do admit to feeling sorry for you. But that too will pass.

You believe that I have rejected you and the stream has thrown you out. This is self serving and a little scary. I was not attacking you. You think somehow the evil Mama Colo has done something to you. And amazingly your friends think I am too nice and too caring that perhaps I am pulling people into a blognet. You are concerned about the "cold onlookers" but anyone who has extended an olive branch to you gets your bully act.

The truth is Ken I am kinda a smaltzy spiritual type. I really believe the concepts I have learned over time. But I am also human. The price of sticking around here has been high for me. So if that makes you feel better then good. If it makes you feel better to know that I have questioned my own morality and beat myself down over ever getting involved with you. Feel better?

There are people here who really are vulnerable. They may not encounter your level of anger and pettiness in real life. I know this whole fiasco has opened my eyes. I worry about them.

In the last four months, I have had personal tragedies and more pain than I thought I could endure. It had nothing to do with you. But the stream was a source of support to me that makes me glad I stayed.

As far as astrology goes Ken Uranus is going retrograde this week. Maybe that explains you most of all.

So if you want an apology then you are asking the wrong person. I am not a spiritual healer or a medical professional. I cannot help you.

We were trail hardened when it happened. Nearly through the mountains and weary of the way ahead. Captain Nash pled Fenton's case and his sister cried that he was a good man. She insisted that the "good Reverend" would repent and kill no more. He called himself a man of God, but the collar didn't make it so. Clive's widow, Evangeline, was stoic throughout the proceedings. Once I touched her arm and I saw the tears well in her eyes. They say she was the daughter of a real preacher and that Fenton had turned her head. I think her silence was grief and she was never taken in by Fenton's snake oily charm. But I had been. No one was surprised at the guilty verdict.

When he beat Marita to death there was outrage. But because she was a "breed' and a woman I believe that he would have gotten away with murder. His rage was not over with a victim that did not fight back. Apparently such a cruel assault only whetted his taste for blood. There were words, and Clive would not take the bait. Fenton shot Clive in the back as he was walking away. He wanted Evangeline and he thought he could have her.

And before the Indian woman was cold Clive lay beside her on the ground underneath the Willow . Two graves, too many witnesses. Justice on the trail was swift and sure. It would have been no different if we had gone on to the nearest town. Perhaps a scaffold instead of a tree.

I would not look. I turned away. But I heard his shrill cries as he begged for his life. The wagontrain moved forward while his body still hung from the tree over the graves of his victims. Some of the men went back and buried him as we continued onward so as not to lose a day.

There are many legends about the "Reverend" Fenton. For awhile, travelers tried to avoid the hangmans tree and the crosses by the stream. Eventually the graves were overgrown and no one cared anymore.

Fenton's ghost still walked fueled by anger at his fate. His ghost moved from one wagontrain to the next desperate for attention. Most times the ghost was not even noticed. He imagined himself a powerful evil spirit, just as he had imagined himself a powerful brilliant man when he was alive. But in the nightime he is all alone. His victims are at peace. So when he rages at the tree and claims he has been wronged there are no witnesses. Some say that he never learned and he never really left.