Mama Cacao

Cacao Woman

Theobroma, known affectionately by the her nickname, Cocoa, is the bittersweet younger sister of the bunch.  She wont expand your mind in a haze of smoke, nor will she dance you into divine madness, but she will comfort and warm you and fill your bellies with satisfaction when her sisters are done with you.  Her power lies in stimulation, education, in joy and euphoria, and in transforming herself from bitter dark to sugary white depending on her mood.  Her spirit is uplifting and unafraid.  For a woman on her period, Cacao is a sacred saint, like her sisters, and seeks only to ease the pain.  She keeps her own friends very close to her; vanilla, damiana, chili and allspice- they know who runs the show and they all love to stop the world and melt with her.  Her skin comes in every shade; from dark to milk brown to white, even ruby.  Too much of her pure essence will poison you, too little will sadden you.
With damiana flowers in her hair and glass beads on her arms, gold hoops in her ears, with a bowl of chili and allspice, and her supply of red, green and yellow cacao pods, she is ready for the ceremony.
Her tastes run expensive; she lives for the finer things and prefers offerings in cups of gold, in ornate terracotta pots, or wrapped up with a golden ticket.  Just the smell of her makes men smile, and the taste of her has earned her a reputation as an aphrodisiac, a seductress of senses. Alone, she can be a tad bitter, but with friends she sweetens and spices up just fine.  In her most refined form, she is worshiped on birthdays, Christmas, Easter, Halloween- any day of joy, she'll be found giving her offerings and receiving sacrifices in the form of rotten teeth and tummy aches. 

damiana grows from her gown, a companion herb used in cacao aphrodisiacs
When you've worshiped Mary Jane, your mind grows full but your mouth runs dry, and so you turn to Vino for libations and sacraments, which invigorates your mouth but hollows your stomach.  This is where Cacao casts her holy power; that of savoy truffles and salty balls.  She fills the heart, just as wine fills the spirit and sativa fills the imagination.  The trifecta of natural pain relief is made whole by Cacao in all her forms. 

"Cool my brains and soothe my head
Stimulate me my Co-co-co
Sneak into my empty bed
And educate me my Co-co-co"


This Is Here. This Is Home

Cascades, North.  The water up north can be a clear turquoise blue due to the sediment run-off from the mountain's glacial waters.  I only go North of Seattle for places like this, for the raw beauty of Washington. 
Riverton view of South Cascades in winter.  Beyond those trees is the Tukwila Valley, Renton and Kent.  In winter this place really is a hilly death trap, but it's beautifully quiet in the snow.  This is my home.
Downtown Seattle, Needle.  I spend some of my free time down by the Bay, in the mystic scene.  Beyond that summer smog and dark blue bay is a volcano waiting to destroy the valley of  Takoma, Tahoma, Puyallup, Enumclaw, Kent, Auburn and probably South Renton too.  We Tukwilians and Highlanders are poised for survival, while some of the Downtownies will probably slough off into the Sound.  Adios fam...
Skagit River, the coldest damn waters I've ever known. 
Across the Sound are the San Juan Islands, Neah Bay (Makah territory) and the Olympic Range. You can see for miles from Downtown Seattle, especially if you can get up to the Needle or Columbia Tower. 
Lake Union, Gasworks, Fremont, Mt Baker and the U-District are out beyond those low strange buildings (our pop culture museum).  Over the hills on the right is Lake Washington and Bellevue (where the rich kids live), and to the left is Queen Anne and Ballard (where the rich kids live). What you don't see is the copious amounts of homeless people, the parks filled with transients living among refuse, the endless lines of people waiting for work, for homes, for hope.  Yes, it's a beautiful place... ruled by a sneering elite who spend more on sports arenas, Starbucks and beautification programs for the upper-class neighborhoods than they do on opening up land and buildings and opportunities for our swelling population of impoverished peoples.  It's easy to ignore on your commute ... tent-city bridges and makeshift favelas beneath every bridge in Georgetown, under every overpass in the I-District.  
This is the actual coast of Washington; not an estuary like the Sound or a massive lake like Lake Washington.  This is down in Quinault territory.  The national rain-forest a few miles north of this beach is a mossy wonderland, with springs and marmots and nursing logs bigger than school buses.
Skagit country.  Too far north for my tastes, but there's no better place to find eagles tearing salmon from the chilly rivers, deer leaping from trail to trail.

South Puget Sound.  This is my territory, where I do my green work, beside the Sound and Rivers and Hills and Wetlands, in the shadow of the the God-Mountain.

helpful tips..

Tukwila- Tuh-QUILL-uh
Puyallup- Pew-Al-up
Skagit- SKA (short A as in Ash)- Jit
Quinault- Quinn-ALT
Makah- Ma- KAH
Neah Bay- Knee-UH bay
Takoma- Tuh-Coma
Tahoma- Tuh- HOME-uh
Enumclaw- EEn- Uhm- Claw
Puget Sound- Pew-jit Sound

A Tarot Collection

Mantegna, Sola Busca, Golden Renaissance, Bosch, Botticelli, Klimt, Byzantine, Del Fuego, Native American, Dame Darcy Mermaid, Etruscan, Alchemical, Bastard, Dark Exact, Golden Thread, Chelsea, Pixie's, Golden Universal, Hoi Polloi, Waite-Smith, Morgan Greer, Leporcalia. Favorites from my collection.

 When you read with the Leporcalia Tarot, my favorite parlor-reading deck, you ought to try a tea blend of rosehips and clovers, maybe a little oat-straw and honey brush if you like, tea with this deck is a spiritual union.

My favorite decks.  I didn't notice the trend of blue and orange backs until I laid them all out...  The Dame Darcy Mermaid is a new edition but already touches my heart.  The Morgan Greer is among the very first decks I ever received.  My Klimt is my baby, it has never once failed me.  The Etruscan is the deck of war, and is probably my favorite artistic aesthetic.  The Chelsea Lenormand is absolute 70's throw-back art movement glory, a must have for any serious collection.

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