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About Stardazer

Born and raised in South Africa, Christine moved to the USA in 1996. She has resided in Colorado, Kent Island, MD and currently calls Bracey, VA home. She holds a M.Ed. (cum laude) in the History of Education from the University of South Africa, an Advanced Diploma in Homeopathy from the Devon School of Homeopathy in the UK and is a Reiki Master/Teacher. She is also certified in Foot Reflexology from the Baltimore School of Reflexology. Christine likes to write about spiritual matters and metaphysics and has self-published three novels for e-readers through Amazon.com Christine is a self-taught musician and likes to write music, play and sing; she also loves to cook, and prefers red wine, thank you! She has two adult children, and a rambunctious hound called Georgie.

Manticore

There is a place, way yonder

Where devils and demons meet

It’s white and filled with gold but

Oil runs the river deep,

Swaying to the rhythm                                                                                  pictures-manticore

of mendacious Manticorean needs

 

The diamonds shine and sparkle

From the depths of flagrant greed but

The man who dwells in higher places

Has a chimera that he feeds

It will strike and bite and mumble

when the midnight hour tweets

His apocalyptic horsemen ride

with lies and travesty

and the unholy force of empty

faith

wrapped in the poseur’s penny creeds

 

You wanted this? Empty promises from

a naked emperor

and his sycophantic trumpeting heirs?

My people, oh my people

How humanity now weeps.

 

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“The Martikhora (Manticore) is an animal found in this country [India]. It has a face like a man’s, a skin red as cinnabar, and is as large as a lion. It has three rows of teeth, ears and light-blue eyes like those of a man; its tail is like that of a land scorpion, containing a sting more than a cubit long at the end. It has other stings on each side of its tail and one on the top of its head, like the scorpion, with which it inflicts a wound that is always fatal. If it is attacked from a distance, it sets up its tail in front and discharges its stings as if from a bow; if attacked from behind, it straightens it out and launches its stings in a direct line to the distance of a hundred feet. The wound inflicted is fatal to all animals except the elephant. The stings are about a foot long and about as thick as a small rush. The Martikhora [the Persian word for man-eater] is called in Greek Anthropophagos (Man-Eater), because, although it preys upon other animals, it kills and devours a greater number of human beings. It fights with both its claws and stings, which, according to Ktesias (Ctesias), grow again after they have been discharged. There is a great number of these animals in India, which are hunted and killed with spears or arrows by natives mounted on elephants.”

http://www.theoi.com/Thaumasios/Mantikhoras.html

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Posted by on June 2, 2017 in poetry, POTUS, Trump, Uncategorized

 

Overdose Epidemic

Overdose Epidemic

I find it very strange that in a country of such affluence, freedom of speech, religion and the sense that anything is pretty much permissible, that the use of recreational drugs as well as the number of “accidental” overdoses should be so alarmingly high. Image result for heroin needles pictures

I apologize for sounding moralistic and it is not my place to judge whatever people do in their spare time. However, if the purpose of taking drugs is to escape reality, then please, how bad is your life? If you were born and raised here in the land of milk and honey, what is it you want to escape from? Boredom?

Look at the tragic pictures of people starving in parts of Africa, the bombed-out homes of the Syrians, and others who suffer real deprivation. Take a moment to think about their lives. They don’t have the luxury of escaping their reality. Life is a constant struggle and there is no certainty that tomorrow will bring better times.

The spiritual bankruptcy  that exists in this country – and the prevalence of drug addiction especially in the Bible Belt – is testimony to the fact that Christianity is clearly not the answer.  People still look to be rescued from something, someone – instead of taking responsibility for the their choices.

It makes me angry. Very angry. But it is because the sadness of the situation just fills me with a powerless grief. and I don’t do well with expressing emotions. Three friends of mine have lost either a child or a sibling and it hurts me to the core of my being to see them dealing with such grievous, heartbreaking loss.

Addiction is a disease you don’t even know you have until you have it.

Photo published for As fentanyl death toll spikes, states step up their interventions

Grow a backbone, deal with stuff.  Stop feeling so sorry for yourselves. You have opportunities beyond imagining, and it is up to you to make a great life for yourself. Don’t even take that first hit. You just don’t know how it will affect you, your life and your family,  and all the people who love you.

“Neil speaks the truth, but it should still be preached that “It’s not the drug the makes the addict, but the need to escape that does.” Addiction is not the result of drug use. Addiction is a societal disease and one of the mind, its far more sinister and complex than a chemical could ever be. The drug is a vehicle for the crippled, making one feel like they can run when they can barely crawl.” – Steven Webb, comment on YouTube.

 

 

 

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Rant

Rant

It is so easy to get lost in Facebook and other social media; one click, and another and oh, look! A recipe, a kitten, a goat doing yoga, a unicorn…and before you know it, forty minutes of your time have disappeared into the illusion that you are actually busy, that you are making the world a better, funnier place because you have added a laughing emoji to a comment, or made someone happy because you clicked “like” on their post.

I cannot be that nice person all the time. I am wasting my creativity on someone else’s inspired memes instead of creating my own. I HAVE BECOME A USER instead of a creator in the last few weeks.

Notice how many times “I” appeared in the above paragraph.

Yes, it is all about me. All ME.

I have to get back to writing instead of trying to keep other people happy; people who do not value the time and effort I take into keeping the world going round. But it is hard to keep focused when there are so many distractions, too many demanding my energies and their constant need for validation.

I feel empty, drained of the spark that used to fuel my imagination. I feel as if I have become rooted in the 3D illusion, and my escape to other realms has been curtailed by the infantile vampiric monster of need. I am just not good with having people in my home for more than three days – except my children.

Image result for angry face meme    Guest, please don’t clean my house, invade my kitchen, talk about Jesus, put things away, rearrange my dining table, pray in restaurants, shovel food into your mouth like a demented puppy deprived of the teat, dish up seconds before the last person has helped himself.  And above all, don’t talk and  comment and explain a movie while I am watching Netflix. My life is wonderful, untidy, messy, filled with dogs, birds, books, art and stuff.  And silence. There is order in the disorder of my life. I wouldn’t want it any other way.

PS: The only reason I wrote this rant is because I know it will disappear into the ethernet, the never-never space of useless ideas and soulless dissatisfaction.

I just read this blog and I am laughing!!! All better now. Image result for happy meme face

 

 

 
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Posted by on May 2, 2017 in Uncategorized

 

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Gallery

Great Falls Tavern, Potomac, Maryland

Great Falls Tavern, Potomac, Maryland

Beautiful Maryland!

Stephen Hung Photography

Great Falls Tavern built next to Lock 20 on the Chesapeake & Ohio (C&O) Canal during the 1800’s served as lockkeeper’s house and hotel and today serves as the Visitor Center on the Maryland side of Great Falls – C&O Canal National Historical Park.

It was a beautiful spring Sunday yesterday and one could almost smell the freshness of the young tree leaves. I took some pictures of this historic building and decided to use Photoshop CS6’s Oil Paint feature through its filter function. Not being a painter, I kind of enjoyed the conversions.

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More of the “fake” Oil Paintings:

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There were many Canada goose families with adorable goslings in the water and on the grass near the Tavern that one could not help but keep shooting. I continued with my delight of oil painting conversion of the geese during the post processing of these images.

Here are the family…

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Posted by on April 24, 2017 in Uncategorized

 

It’s Friday; the weather is perfect…too warm for the season already.

The silence of winter, the sleeping trees and frosty mornings, have given way to the fecundity and frenzy of growth as buds emerge and birds return to the lake.
And the people.
People with noisy, peace-splitting, careless joie de vivre erupt onto the water, shattering the short-lived illusion that we lived in an isolated part of heaven…

 
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Posted by on April 21, 2017 in Uncategorized

 

Guardian

Guardian

In the darkness of the deepest night

A star swallowed up her light

And flung it into the depths of time and space

Now the Earth rolls and spins beneath my feet

in a treacherous trajectory of might

It gathered up its power

and burst its orbit in its flight

Mother gathered up the shattered shards

And slowly it grew again to reunite

The fragments of our fragile selves

Now I emerge again, sword in hand

Ready for another fight

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Image from : https://parkerslaundrybasket.wordpress.com/2012/05/07/birth-of-a-star/

 

 
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Posted by on March 14, 2017 in astronomy, feminism, poetry, Uncategorized

 

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International Women’s Day

Many years ago, when I worked as a teacher in South Africa, a male colleague remarked, “You are a feminist, why don’t you drive the school bus?”

Our students were bussed home after their extra-curricular activities and it was the male teachers who were in charge of driving them home. 

I looked him in the eye and said, “The day we get paid the same as men, I will!”

It has been a long, long road to achieve parity with our male counterparts and the struggle continues to this very day.

In honor of every woman, this day, I would like to say, “You are worthy. You are strong. Let the fires of divine discontent continue to fuel you as women globally fight for recognition of their contributions and achievements.” 

Be empowered, fierce and courageous!

#InternationalWomensDay #Women 

 
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Posted by on March 8, 2017 in Uncategorized