The Town Scryer is a mixed bag of humor, socio-political observations and ephemera from the perspective of a eclectic Pagan veteran of the counter-culture.

Saturday, February 9, 2013

Guns...And Other Four Letter Words

       An acquaintance of mine posted the following on facebook:

             "Re-Post if Your Home Is NOT a Gun-Free Zone"

     Allow me to make myself clear: If you plan on coming to my home packing heat you had damn well better ask my permission first. I serve adult beverages to my guests and if you are strapped on you just became the designated teetotaler. I have been out drinking with cops who turn into heavily-armed assholes after the third scotch, and they are "trained professionals". That doesn't stop them from dropping a "butt crack .22" into someone's drink for a laugh or emptying the magazine of their Glock into the air in the parking lot just so they can laugh at how high you jump.

    You may have the right to bear arms, but once you cross my threshold, I make the rules.


Sunday, January 27, 2013

She Walks Among Us

     Some months ago I relocated from Sacramento to Woodland in order to regroup. Shortly thereafter I gained survival employment ...back in Sacramento. As a result I commute there to work, but shop here as a rule. Still, now and then I venture back to Sacramento to visit friends or to shop for things hard to obtain in the smaller city.

     It was on such an occasion that I happened to be driving past the once-mighty Country Club shopping center, so-named before they thought to call them "malls". I saw a woman in perhaps her late fifties pushing a heavily laden shopping cart which bore canvas luggage along with the usual plastic bags and such. A German shepherd trotted by her side, its tongue lolling. Upon the top of the basket sat a large orange tabby placidly watching the scenery roll past him.

     I was reminded of the story of how the Hindu Saint, Ramakrishna, experienced an awakening when he saw a prostitute transform into Parvati. The woman still bore herself proudly as she walked. She carried her dignity about her yet. I could see the goddess within her with the right kind of eyes.

     The Greeks told stories of how Hermes used to walk among men in disguise as a beggar and reward those he encountered according to the treatment he received.

     Maybe He does, and maybe so does Athena and Diana and all the rest of that great dysfunctional family.

     The world would be a better place if we behaved as if it might be so.