I AM SAINT ANNE THRAX...
It is with great pleasure that I present an introduction to Me:
I AM SAINT ANNE THRAX
The Life and Times of A Renegade Saint.
This refers to me. Saint Anne Thrax.
ABOUT MY LIFE AND MISSION
First thing people want to know is what's with the name?
Anne Thrax. shouldn't you spell it Anthrax.
"Isn't it in poor taste to mock a bio hazardous substance? White powder that is put into little "love notes" and sent to people to terrorize and frighten."
TO HEAR MORE ABOUT THE SAFETY AND SATIRE OF NAMES THAT PERSONIFY PATHOGENS CHECK OUT WEEBOLA AND THE PATHOGENESIS PROJECT.
Please read this special message that you may see over and over on this site:
Saint Anne Thrax does not support nor does she participate in actions of terrorism.
THE SAVIORESS TRICKSTERESS SAINT ANNE THRAX SPEAKS
Call me Saint Anne Thrax.
Moon Mother was sent a message from future forward galaxies and decided that it was time to bring back the ways of being that occurred BC. Before Christ.
Now I love Jesus as much as anyone. He's my brother. Father Sun, being his father insisted that Moon Mother give birth to a child.
No... it was not a virgin birth. We won't go there right now, but suffice it to say that he was pulled together up on the Dark Side of the Moon. The star seen when he was born was indeed him traveling through the bardos and dimensions necessary to get to your planet.
We prefer to call your little ball in space Gaia. It's more friendly. Earth has such a grrr sound to it. Gaia (guy-uh... or if you're so inclined Gay-yuh!) has the ah vowel so popular in meditation practice. When did you ever hear a teacher say: just chant ERRR.
Well besides me. My forte is to flip things around. want it done right: don't do it yourself. If the shoe fits: go out and buy another pair. You get the idea.
Why you ask. To burst your little bubble that everything is supposed to be just the way you hope it will be. And chasing that carrot on the stick, giving into the Monkey Mind will indeed provide security and freedom.
Eventually. But not now. we need to chase that carrot. Steal that stick. Beat someone with it if need be. And Monkey Mind. What is that?
To paraphrase a teacher of Moon Mother's:
Monkey Mind is that part of yourself that races from tree to tree. Swinging back and forth looking for that ideal bananna. The ripest, most delicious, creamiest, dreamiest bananna ever. The one you've been dreaming of ever since you were a little Monk. Or Monkette.
Not to burst the bubble, especially as I get sidetracked on my life story, but what arises is often what needs to be acknowledged.
Yes you may get that bananna and No you may not get that bananna. You could both enjoy the treat and get sick from it. It's never one way.
Perhaps it is a mix of: I'll get that banana and be happy ever after and I'll be miserable and keep searching until I expire.
Do you see the EITHER OR in the statement.
FUN BRAIN GAME
See how this phrase applies to your life. Just as it is: no need to pretend it's any different. Allow yourself the luxury to act just as you want to act. At least this week. LOL.
Either / Or is such a Chore.
Embrace Both / And.
Contemplate the statement. No need to elaborate, you can twist it your own way. We all need to twist things our way to feel like we're the one twisting. Not being twisted.
The challenge: How often do you think it's either xxxx or yyyy? What happens if you say it's Both xxx and yyyy. You don't need to think percentages: 10 percent x and 90 percent y. Goddess tiklalahara has a tendency to want to turn everything into a math exercise;
It all needs to add up to 100 percent.
"100 percent of what?" Goddess Mercurious said at the last Goddess meeting. "we're talking quantum physics where nothing is everything. And everything is nothing."
Indeed the DOGIUD#13 provides the support I need to continue my work. And just for now may I return to tell you just a tad more about the family.
Moon Mother: Think Betty White with a touch of Joan Crawford. She's heavenly and hellish. One minute a Durga the next Quan Yin. That's why I love her so.
Father Sun: Nasty Daddy par excellance. GW Bush mixed with a little sarcastic Bill O'reilly. Lots of pushed down crap that eventually erupts like one of those shit bags they threw around in Bangkok last week.
OK.. he means well. He's mean and well.. you get the picture.
The other relative that usually is off doing his version of healing and answering pleas for his presence is Jesus. Father Sun likes him. Jesus doesn't like Father Sun. so they are estranged.
Because of the need to be a good mother moon mother begged father sun to allow her to have one other child.
"please father sun.. we never share anything. You could have your way with me and then we could have a little love child. A girl. I long for a daughter."
"Forget about it." Father Sun said.
The other part of the story is a mystery But I was conceived and appeared in a miraculous way. The Divine Order of Goddesses Intergalactic Universal Division #13 gave me my own baby shower.
Then began the "missing years" of my sacred training.
So that's how it started. Kinda cool, eh? Can't you just picture the story in a children't sunday school big book?
Done in those misty watercolors where the men look hunky and the women look tawdry.
Fear not: we're working on the next book.
Live appearances and visitations continue.
OOps Moon Mother has a caserole in the oven and neglected to set the timer. So..
The blog must close.
Hugs a plenty
St. Anne Thrax
There's a need for my presence overseas at a Bunk Buddies for World Peace party.