scallywaif

My name is Selena Parsley. I am a kleptomaniac.

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I remember the first time I ever stole something. I was in the 2nd grade. Damn show and tell. A kid brought a citrine gemstone to school. I don’t think I paid much attention to the kid or all of his babbling, you know the “telling” part of show and tell. All I remember is being hypnotized by the pretty sparkly shiny cluster of temptation. I was going to have it. My precious. I can’t remember how I even stole it. I can’t remember if I waited until all the kids were gone or if I did it in the midst of a crowd. Something tells me I was brazen enough – even back then to commit the crime in broad fluorescent school light…

 

Citrine Gemstone meaning

Citrine is a yellow-to-golden member of the quartz mineral group. A deep golden variety from Madiera Spain can resemble the costly imperial topaz gem stone, which is one reason that citrine is a popular birthstone alternative to those born in November.

Citrine has been called the “stone of the mind”. Ancient cultures believed that placing a citrine on the forehead of an elder would increase his psychic power.

Money energies of citrine

Citrine is known as the lucky “Merchants Stone”. If you are in any type of sales, just put a citrine in the cash drawer and watch what happens. Also used by healers to:

  • increase self esteem
  • protect from the negative energy from someone else’s abuse
  • open the mind to new thoughts
  • promote clarity of thought

Healing properties of citrine

Citrine is sometimes used by healers to help with digestion as it is considered beneficial to the endocrine and digestive system – cleansing, purifying and eliminating poisons that have built up. Citrine is an excellent stone to calm and soothe distressed conditions. Some use it to help relieve depression, digestive problems (including constipation and diabetes). It will give joy and love to the owner.

Sources of citrine

Sources of citrine include Brazil, Bolivia, several African countries and parts of the Soviet Union.

  My conscience did get the best of me and the next day I returned the Citrine to the stupid ass kid who brought it to show and tell.

http://crystal-cure.com/citrine.html

I had a dream last night. yeah, rock out, whatever –

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I am very interested in dreams and listening to the messages my dreams try to tell me. I think everyone should, but I won’t get on a soapbox.  A few months back I wrote an even more elaborate blog post about it here.  So….this is my second dream journal I kraphted using mixed media.

A piece of one of my favorite songs fits nicely with my dream journals~

 Tell me, did the wind sweep you off your feet
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back toward the milky way?Tell me, did you sail across the sun
Did you make it to the milky way to see the lights all faded
And that heaven is overrated –Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star
One without a permanent scar
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?

 
Drops of Jupiter – Train

skid mark remover -scallywaif laundry soap

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i have played around with various homemade laundry soaps that i have found on-line. what all my “trying out” came down to is: making my own damn recipe. i need something with ooomph. i need something with essential oils. i need something with castile soap instead of  fels naptha. i need something that screams, “i can take your funk away, dirty clothes!” as a result, i came up with scallywaif skid mark remover – laundry soap.

what ya need: 5 0z bar of dr. bronners castile soap. i like the lavender version. they also offer eucalytus, tea tree, citrus and rose. you can find this soap at central market or at nice HEBs. you also need: 1 cup of borax, 1 cup of washing soda (not baking soda), essential oils of your choice, and 16 cups of water = 1 gallon. my laundry soap is more concentrated with more of the “good stuff” and less water. i am not selling it, i am making it for fun, using the hell out of it, and sharing my know how with you, scallywags!

grate the soap. dissolve 1 cup of borax and 1 cup of washing soda with the 5 oz of grated soap in 4 cups of water. it does not need to boil, it just needs to dissolve on a stove top or hot plate. after it has cooled, you can add any essential oils you love. i added lavender. then using a funnel, i poured the mixture in a one gallon jug. then i filled the jug most of the way with water. i didn’t need to measure out the other 12 cups of water since i knew i was using a 1 gallon jug. i saved some room at the top of the jug for some air so i could shake the mixture. after that, you just let it kind of cure for a day – 24 hrs and then you can start removing your funky ass skid marks.

playing with fire and stomach art

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i like playing with fire. literally. i also like writing out my intentions… aka wishes… aka desires. i like taking my penned up happy and anxious energy of my longings and creating an outlet for them. writing it out is a good one. a fun one. especially when i know fire will be involved in my ritual.

i wrote out my intentions (asking)

i placed them in the fire to consume (believing)

and now i am in the receiving mode.

i am reading compass of the soul – 52 ways intuition can guide you to the life of your dreams. every good scallywaif needs a good compass. we were all given our own compass. some people use it. some people don’t. some people are afraid of it. some people are conditioned to deny it. unless they refer to it as discernment, then it’s somehow acceptable. all of that to say, i am unapologetically using my god-given compass. happily.

 i am thinking mondays will make a rather nice day to blog about my shiny little compass and the experiences that follow. but please understand that even though i will be blogging about my compass, i will not waste any energy defending it or seeking to try to make it make any sense to anyone. there are people who will just naturally get it and understand exactly where i am coming from and people who simply will not. i am ok with simply nots. just know that there will be no explanations or defending. you are welcome to see what i am doing with my life, but that is all i am offering you.

compass of the soul blurb: happiness begins with you. “i am more and more convinced that our happiness or our unhappiness depends far more on the way we meet the events of life than on the nature of those events themselves.” – wilhelm von humboldt.

i don’t know who the hell wilhelm von humboldt is, but i like what he has to say and i imagine he is worth a google.

intuition can come in many forms. inner voice, dreams, emotions – feeling right or experience a sense of distrust about an individual or situation. physical sensations – gut feeling. the japanese call intuition “stomach art.” i love that term! instant knowing – sudden flash, at times called the “eureka” effect. symbols -a symbolic image. like an impression of a rocky road if you choose path A. if you choose path B. you may see a well-paved path in your mind’s eye. and last, coincidences and synchronicity. it’s been said that coincidences are god’s way of remaining anonymous.

lynn a. robinson explains: “each and every one of us is born with an intuition code.” it’s the wise part of you that knows your purpose in life and provides a constant outflow of information to assist you with the choices to live your purpose.”

fanatical criminal

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“A child does not have to be motivated to learn; in fact, learning cannot be stopped. A child will focus on the world around him and long to understand it. He will want to know why things are the way they are. He won’t have to be told to be curious; he will just be curious. He has no desire to be ignorant; rather he wants to know everything. ” —Valerie Fitzenreiter, in The Unprocessed Child: Living Without School

　

 

When I was young, it seemed that life was so wonderful,
a miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical.
And all the birds in the trees, well they’d be singing so happily,
joyfully, playfully watching me.
But then they send me away to teach me how to be sensible,
logical, responsible, practical.
And they showed me a world where I could be so dependable,
clinical, intellectual, cynical.

There are times when all the world’s asleep,
the questions run too deep
for such a simple man.
Won’t you please, please tell me what we’ve learned
I know it sounds absurd
but please tell me who I am.

Now watch what you say or they’ll be calling you a radical,
liberal, fanatical, criminal.
Won’t you sign up your name, we’d like to feel you’re
acceptable, respectable, presentable, a vegetable!

At night, when all the world’s asleep,
the questions run so deep
for such a simple man.
Won’t you please, please tell me what we’ve learned
I know it sounds absurd
but please tell me who I am.

the logical song by supertramp

food scallywaif style – pegleg pimento

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we are flexitarians. flexible vegetarians. it’s the best way to describe our… undiet. i am preparing food scallywaif style. today’s special: pegleg pimento sandwiches with potato and leak leek soup. just last month i hated pimento sandwiches. i would rather lick the bottom of your boot than eat a pimento sandwich. but a few weeks ago, my MIL made the most divine sandwiches i have ever tasted. i couldn’t believe it was pimento. NOTHING pimento-ee about them… other than the pimentos. let me take you there: imagine soft cream cheese. imagine a little shredded sharp cheddar. imagine a little garlic. imagine a few pimentos. imagine it blended beautifully all together in one big dreamy creamy and rich mound of goodness. imagine eating it open face with garlic clove bread. i am getting a stiffy just thinking about it. 

 

how to cuss like a SAILOR

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i’ve been thinking about my colorful language lately. i’ve also been observing people since…well… almost forever. i am fully convinced that it was destined for me to see things from a completely different perspective — my blessing and no pun intended, my curse. on the subject of cussing, people who pat themselves on the back because they use substitutes like dang and crap, but continue to beat people down verbally with criticism and snide remarks are pretty much full of shit. spare me your clean version of shit, especially when it’s obvious that your heart is filled with venom toward any person who may intimidate you… for whatever reason.  it doesn’t bother me if my son says damn or hell, but it would bother me if  he actually sent a curse to someone. and my definitions of cursing are as followed: being negative toward someones enthusiasm, tearing another person down to make himself feel “on top”, spreading gossip, drawing conclusions based on a tidbit of info thus destroying another person’s character. stirring up unnecessary shit because you have nothing else better to do. these things are not ok. this is real cursing. this is hateful talk. this is the dangerous stuff.  it peeves me that so-called dignified types curse people up and down leaving bloody marks with their mouths, yet turn around and pat themselves on the back because they don’t “cuss”. my response other than this here blog entry is: dang. that sure is crappy, you big meanie heads!
meanie heads = shit heads = dip shidiots.

walking my own plank and writing about it.

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i took the words scallywag and waif and married them. i feel like a scallywaif — playfully mischievous. waif = i’m tiny in stature, but that is beside the point. i feel small in comparison to the huge universe that seduces me with all of its mind blowing whims. i’m the girl who likes to roll up her knickers and play in the mud. i am easily charmed by the heat and designs of fire. and the wind is a dear friend of mine that sweeps my hair in all the right places. i’m a dreamer, but at the same time i’m big on living in the moment. i love change. i am not the same girl i was last week or even two minutes ago. you can call it “reinventing”, but i don’t see it in those terms. i hate cliches, but life really IS a journey. Each event, circumstance and person i come across leaves an impression on my soul and it changes who i am. although i have had several blogs — sev-a-ral blogs, this is the first blog that is just for me. my candid little crazy ass self is going to cut loose. i’m blogging for me this time. my therapy. my sanity. welcome.