Bugsplat Fairy Swamp

I'm 39 (soon) and I've got a green belt in curmudgeon.

Seems like we're "out" here now.

"Out" as being multiple, as in ... you know... Multiple Personality Disorder as in ... Oh My God My Wife is a secret Soviet Assassin in her spare time as in Jekyll and Hyde as in Split Personality with extra exclamation marks!!

To start anywhere, as no one event is more significant than another really, in that all of these events were valuable lessons in the fact of our multiplicity... as in the day Winston came to visit unexpectedly to find Calypso sitting on the front steps with no real idea of who he was (there was a good association with ice-cream though...) or the day Just Jo drove us to See You Next Wednesday's dad's house because she knew that she needed to be somewhere safe, FAST, and that he was a curmudgeon for sure but he was safe.

As in the day when we were eight years old and started walking home and got startled by something and ended up switching ("changing personality") and leaving our life in the hands of someone who didn't know where we lived. She did a good job actually, taking us to a Merle's house which she recognised and asking Merle where we lived. It might not have looked like a success but it was. We got home. It was rather hard for our mother to explain but she was by then good at covering for us and for that I thank her.

(I am so grateful that she didn't turn us in. For psychiatric "help".)

As in the day we woke up in China with no recollection of the last six months of our life, and no knowledge at all of where we were, or why... or why everyone was calling us "Gloria".

*cough* all true except that last bit!

Like being a man in a woman's body (which some of us know about first hand) it's a fact (our multiplicity) of our reality that the rest of the world feels free and entitled to dispute. This is an intensive spiritual opportunity for us (to look at it in a positive light) because it means that we constantly have to resist an incredible social pressure to conform, deny our truth, accept the dominant paradigm etc.

So there you have it. We're officially 'out' here too.

And all because I wanted to link to Roz's page (she's the person in our system who plays guitar) because she's compiled a list of love songs to Wednesday. They are laughable.

Enjoy.

The Beggar's Opera.

If she ever needs a home...

This dog, Wednesday, she is as big as a world to me.
Her eyes! Her nose and her pretty little paws and the way she nuzzles into my shoulder...

"You are the single most persuasive argument for cloning I have ever encountered", sayeth Nadia to Wednesday.

Nadia the checkout goddess scanning groceries at Coles in Littlesplat with her eyes like blue ice, skin like snow, and those elegant eyebrows that offer a syncopated commentary on whatever startling wit or arch remark she is offering you unworthy yet graciously indulged customer;

"Let me know if she ever needs a home."

Oh she has a home. She owns my heart.