Intuitive Tarot Reader and Storyteller

I didn’t ask to be born I was fated. I know that sounds like an excuse for an unplanned pregnancy, as my parents affectionately called me boo boo. It was Scandinavian for Rabbit at least that is what I was told. Little bunny boo boo. I started running away from the strange oppressive people who made absolutely no sense to me, at the age of 7. Packed my little blue suitcase, grabbed my Siamese cat and climbed out of my window, off into the cool night air.

I was free. Free from being forced into a Holy Roller church where every one but me was chanting in unison, speaking in tongues as they called it, arms flailing about. Praise Jesus, I guess if you said it long enough something garbled without meaning would fall from your lips. Weird shit. People’s eyes glazed over, chanting. In a freaked-out daze of delirium.

I remember 1st grade, a gymnasium filled with all the different smells of everyone around me. The scents, the sounds of others, but no one like me.

A magician appeared on a platform. Yea, applause, little kids, excitement. The customary pull rabbit from hat, the bunny in the box trick, I knew something about sleight of hand tricks, I could read, my flashlight and me, underneath the blankets, kitty cat by my side. I read from The World Book Encyclopedia of Science of an 8 Volume set that was gilded in gold leaf. Thank my daddy for that.

I loved bats, ever so much that I taped 49 cents worth of coins to the outside of an envelope and sent it off in hopes of the purchase of a realistic rubber fruit bat. It actually really arrived, I had to get down the driveway and reach up and open that old tin can mailbox of ours. I took my little fruit bat everywhere with me. I rode the school bus every morning me and my little bat, rolling through the foothills of the cascade mountains in the good old pacific Northwest down the hill and into civilization. The public school system.

So, there I was, waiting for the magician to do something anything come on, I was 7. Some other kind of trick, we’d already seen the bunny in the box, and then it happened. My favorite number. The time of my birth. 333, I thought that number at the man, it’s my favorite, I see it everywhere… I suppose it shook the guy, he did look kind of scared, like wondering why did he just blurt out on stage, 333. Baffling I know, but at that instant, I entered into the conviction of knowing. At the age of 7.

I bonded with my cousin, Robert Lee, he was later killed. Drunk Driver. Just as he had signed onto a major record contract. But we bonded. In blood, cut our wrists and tied them together, in our own secret blood ceremony. We knew nothing of the occult. I was 10 years old. I have the scar on my wrist to prove it.

There were kids that were more popular than me in school, I wasn’t part of the in crowd, by any means,

I left school in the 7th grade. I was 12. I met my first husband then. He was 16. We were married as I soon as I turned sweet sixteen with a belly full of a baby boy my first born son. So, Timothy, my first husband, had a brother and a sister, his brother Larry would come over to our home at 820 Main Street in Kelso Washington. And once again, I just wanted to see, if I could do it again. I thought it would be funny. I had no idea how weird it would be. Larry Wymore blurted out that he had George Washington’s wooden teeth. Well, shut my mouth. It was funny and I did it. I had it. Whatever it was. I had it.

Timothy and I ended up separating, my friends, Sandra Miller and Harvette Senter now Harvette Williamson arrived to my home. We were sitting around and I was moping, Sad, my head held in my hands. Emotionally upset, and my thoughts were spinning, as if the world were out of balance, and I heard my name called out. JD stop it. It had sounded like, a mosquito. When I looked up, I saw a blur. It was Harvette. Spinning like a blender stuck on puree, in the middle of the front room, I snapped to attentiveness, like what the hell, and she flew into a wall, she hit hard. I was sorry. I was completely freaked out, terrified. Like no feeling in the universe can compare to knowing that my thoughts were affecting everyone around me. My friend scrambled up horribly frightened, and both of them ran away from me. They, left. I never heard from them again or saw them ever again. If they are living still, they could come forward and share the account. We weren’t fucking Lucid Dreaming. After that, I became a loner, a solitary creature.

I left. I left my child. I left my home, I just left. Took off. I didn’t want to hurt anyone. And then I saw my true form. Dark. Of this space and time. I didn’t want to accept the responsibility that comes from having immense power. I didn’t want it at all. But I knew what I was.

I wandered the streets looking for answers, the movie the Dead Zone was popular, how apropos, my head hung low, just the knowing that I hurt someone, without provocation, without control.

I walked, fall was in the air, I could hear the bell toll of a Church, and I thought, thought that this was the answer. I found myself on the steps of the building attempting to gain entrance. What’s behind door one, door two closed, door three closed. It started raining. You get the picture. Lights are out no one is home. The world will be forever autumn according to Justin Hayward.

I met a man; his name was Kerry Kevin Knowlton. Lived in Longview, Washington. I was in his home, I the couch dweller, and I remember Kerry playing a song, on his guitar, Norwegian wood, although he and I never had a relationship other than I think he really wanted one, it was something else that happened, Standing at his picture window, watching as a flock of geese came closer, one of the geese broke away from the flock, and as if an invisible hand, split the animal in half, half and half of a bloodied dead goose slammed into the window. I think I began screaming.

I left Kerry’s sanctified home. What the hell was happening. I thought I was completely insane, so, I phoned the POLICE. I, stated, I feel like I am in the movie, The Dead Zone. Then my life became at the edge of 17, like one flew over the coo coo’s nest. At 18, I was free again, and I left the Pacific Northwest, hitch-hiked across the USA. I was looking for what was left of my family. I met him. My half-brother, and I lived in New England, actually worked as an accountant for the Bank of Boston n mutual funds. But they found me out, I had not finished high school, and had lied on the employee’s paperwork. But something had to remind me once again during that time in my life as a senior accountant for the Bank of Boston, the man who I was to replace as senior accountant, told me not to put the cross on my 7’s.

I ended up returning to the Pacific northwest, except for this time, I flew first class and drank champagne. My Uncle was excited to see me, and I learned all about Alcoholics Anonymous.

I dated a preacher for a while then found out that he was a hypocrite. That man is just man. Everything that I am, that I have not wanted to accept or believe. Until now. This time, the year nearly 2020. I wasn’t looking for the full circle. I was looking for the reason’s why. Why could I see, why was it that I seemed to have this realm of existence in the palm of my hand.

Music guided my soul, I astral projected, I had no teacher. I lack for the want of nothing, other than what I value, the truth, Instant karma baby. If you have some misguided way of thinking, brother, sister, make sure your soul is in check and balanced. If I come near you, you will find out the easy way or the hard way. Choose your path wisely. According to James Gilliland, I am of the High Council of 9. But I think I needed affirmation, so, I got what I needed to hear. My legion numbers 19,000, and 1 plus 9 equals an infinity symbol, for those who understand sigils. I abhor falsehood. And I like strawberry milkshakes.

You can ask my ex husband Clyde Lewis for verification if you need to. You can ask Adrian Paul’s agent and friend, the day of the Cherry Con comic convention in Salem Oregon. Since I choose not to read other’s works, I want the truth. I have learned about lay lines. Electromagnetic supercharged life bringing energy. I discern truth, crows love me, black cats adore me. If you want to have a reading, I can do that, although I learned through my friend Cheri Pang, I have to have permission, and I shouldn’t throw my weight around, I am not about rainbows and cupcakes, I am about blood and fire, death and rebirth. I am volatile in nature as nature becomes reason. I am of the High Council of 9. An Ancient One. An architect of mental metaphysics who has tested ideas primarily through my wondrous and terrifying personal experiences.

I wish to dispel fantastic belief that may indeed put stumbling blocks before you, but, as I said, take what you will and believe what you must, if you must. It’s up to you. Free will remember?

Saul of Tarsus, one of the leaders of the first generation of Christians, often considered to be the most important person after the account of Jesus in the history of Christianity I believe that he could have possibly created the mythos of the Christ. In almost all Christian traditions today, the New Testament consists of 27 books: the four canonical gospels (Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John), the Acts of the Apostles, the fourteen epistles of Paul, the seven catholic epistles, and the Book of Revelation.

I also get the feeling that Joseph Smith was a prophetic ascended master, but Brigham Young succeeded in murdering him.

In the October session of General Conference 1866, Brigham Young made these comments:

To my certain knowledge, Emma Smith is one of the damnedest liars I know of on this earth; yet there is no good thing I would refuse to do for her, if she would only be a righteous woman; but she will continue in her wickedness. Not six months before the death of Joseph, he called his wife Emma into a secret council, and there he told her the truth, and called upon her to deny it if she could. He told her that the judgments of God would come upon her forthwith if she did not repent. He told her of the time she undertook to poison him, and he told her that she was a child of hell, and literally the most wicked woman on this earth, that there was not one more wicked than she. He told here where she got the poison, and how she put it in a cup of coffee; said he 'You got that poison from so and so, and I drank it, but you could not kill me.' When it entered his stomach, he went to the door and threw it off. he spoke to her in that council in a very severe manner, and she never said one word in reply. I have witnesses of this scene all around, who can testify that I am now telling the truth. Twice she undertook to kill him. ( 6-8 Oct 1866, 36th Semi-Annual Conference, Bowery, G. S. L. City. [Deseret News Weekly 15:364, 10/10/66, p 4-5 and 15:372, 10/17/66, p 4-5; MS 28:764, 774]) off-site

The animosity between Brigham Young and Emma Smith, Joseph Smith’s widow, had multiple grounds: personal, religious, and financial. Brigham, for all his strengths, had little patience for anyone who would betray the prophet, which he perceived Emma doing on multiple levels. This made the poisoning accusation plausible for him. The episode seems to have been a family quarrel between Joseph and Emma—two mortals living in something of a fishbowl, under enormous pressures and strains.

If Brigham Young had one constant character trait, it was his guise of an absolute faithfulness to Joseph Smith. Brigham had very little patience for those who demeaned or rejected what the teachings were.

Following Joseph's murder, Emma refused to go west with the Saints. She, among other things, seemed to have been worried about providing for her children, as well as protecting them from the violence which had claimed Joseph.

Emma and Brigham also disagreed about which parts of Joseph's estate were personal property, and which belonged to the Church.

Brigham also considered Emma dishonest and a liar because she continued to insist that her husband had never taught the doctrine of plural marriage

So adamant was Emma on this point that the Reorganized Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints held it as an article of faith, and Emma's children never accepted the idea that Joseph had instituted plural marriage.

Given that Brigham was blamed by Emma for being the inventor of plural marriage, he probably felt rather ill-used by her. Brigham, after all, accused Emma of fighting against the man Brigham revered as the Prophet, and alleged that Emma knew that Joseph taught plural marriage.

Finally, Brigham was Joseph's successor, and Emma challenged that succession by supporting her son, Joseph Smith III, as the 'proper' leader, and as one who would not teach the hated doctrine of polygamy (which Emma claimed Brigham had foisted upon the Church).

Richard Bushman writes of the poisoning accusation:

Through the late fall and winter of 1843 and 1844, Joseph and Emma's relationship broke down only once. During Sunday dinner on November 5, Joseph became ill, rushed to the door, and vomited so violently that he dislocated his jaw. "Every symptom of poison," Richards noted in Joseph's diary. That night at the prayer meeting, Richards, wrote in code that Joseph and Emma did not dress in the usual special clothing, a sign they were too much at odds to participate. The next day, Richards wrote that Joseph was "busy with domestic concerns."

Years later, in the anti-Emma atmosphere of Utah, Brigham Young spoke of a meeting where Joseph accused his wife of slipping poison into his coffee.

Brigham interpreted Emma's refusal to answer as an admission of guilt

Or was she shooting daggers at Young?

Though there probably was an argument, the poisoning accusation was unfounded. Joseph was susceptible to vomiting anyway. He had even dislocated his jaw while vomiting once before; and five weeks after the 1843 dinner episode, he was sick again, vomiting more violently than ever. During this last bout, Joseph said gratefully, "My wife waited on me."[2]

Brigham and Emma did not agree on the disposition of Joseph's estate

Furthermore, Brigham and Emma did not agree on the disposition of Joseph's estate. Illinois law at the time held that no church could hold more than ten acres of property, and so much of the church's properties were held in Joseph's name. At the same time, much of the Church's debt was held by Joseph as a private citizen—thus, Emma was liable for Joseph/the Church's debts, but had a less clear claim on the Church's lands that Joseph held as Trustee-in-Trust.[3]

This difficult situation was complicated by the immense demands on Brigham Young's time. He delegated a great deal of the Church's interaction with Emma to Almon Babbitt

Babbit provided Joseph with legal advice that resulted in the destruction of the Expositor, then he refused to help when Joseph was jailed in Carthage saying, 'You are too late. I am already engaged on the other side.

Either Brigham Young was not aware of Babbitt's propensity for alienating those around him or, like Joseph before him, he overlooked his faults because he needed his legal knowledge. In the future Brigham would have his own falling out with Babbitt and the rift would become so widely known that, when Babbitt was killed on the Western plains in 1856, Eastern newspapers reported that Brigham had ordered him killed.

Emma assumed that because these men represented the Twelve, they acted on direct orders from Brigham. And Brigham, his relationship with Emma strained at best, did not bother to separate the inflammatory rhetoric of Babbitt's letters from the less dramatic probabilities. Babbitt would make Brigham's requests to Emma sound abrupt and thoughtless, and her responses to him defensive. So, there is more than meets the eye. A lot more. Do I dare say more? Do I talk about more deception and lies? Or do I embark upon sharing some objective truths,

The biggest problem in defining religion is that everybody already think that they know what it means, but trust me, it’s a lot more complicated than that, so what is religion sometimes we use the word to define a system of doctrines or maybe a set of cultural practices shared by a society and sometimes we use it to refer to a body of myths or all these things at the same time but what constitutes a religion what makes Buddhism a religion but Aristotle’s philosophy not why do some people say secular humanism is a religion and other people are like no definitely not. Religion is a subjective term with a very blurry definition with a contested definition depending on who is using the term. My first piece of evidence is that the term religion has shifted its definition over the course of history our English word religion has little to do with the Latin term ra lig e o where we get the modern word the Latin word RA LIG EO refers to the socially acceptable cultic duties that people did for the gods. Like sacrificing at a state funded temple. Re lig EO was in opposition to unsanctioned suspicious rituals and beliefs which the Romans called super stit T O so Christianity was labeled under superstit e O at first because the Romans saw it as a wrong way to relate to the Gods, and this Roman definition doesn’t match the modern definition which should encompass both superstitio and religio under the same concept. Our category of religion on modern terms is strongly shaped by the past 100 years of Western Scholarship, it really didn’t exist as a category in other cultures especially not in ancient Rome, so who are these Western Scholars and what were their definitions for religion, The most minimalist definition comes from the anthropologist EV Tyler who defined religion as belief in supernatural beings, Back in the late 19th and early 20th centuries anthropologists were obsessed with trying to find the primitive religion the religion out of which all religions evolved. Tyler argued that it was this belief in spirit which was the foundation of all religion a vague belief in spirits called animism that eventually evolved into polytheism and finally monotheism. Most anthropologists reject this definition as being too simplistic the religion evolution theory doesn’t hold up under scrutiny and not only that there is lot more to religion than just believing in super natural beings. What’s more popular today as a fundamentally social phenomena something that effects the needs and concerns of society above everything else Emile Dirkheim is probably the most famous champion of this position, he succinctly defined religion as a unified system of beliefs and practices relative to sacred things that is to say things set apart and forbidden. beliefs and practices which unite into one single moral community called a church and all those who adhere to them. Notice his focus on society the single unified community that he refers to in his definition. For Dirkheim, religion is a form of custom that socializes individuals into a larger community in which provides an obligation to that individual to live by the society’s rules. For Dirkheimer religious beliefs and practices lend an aura of ultimate significance to society and the ideology the society holds as important. Like I said this perspective of religion is very popular among scholars today. Since religion is so complex some scholars have given up trying to come up with one unified definition of religion, instead they try to argue for a family resemblances definition Viktinstein most famously applied the strategy to games, it might not be possible to find a single characteristic that we can apply to all games but it is possible to identify similarities for example there is very little similarity between tic tac to and baseball but they have family resemblance enough to fall under this category as a game. They both have rules they both have opponents they both have a use for socialization. The philosopher Robert Audi includes on his list characteristics like belief in supernatural beings, a distinction between sacred and profane, ritual acts focused on these objects a moral community believed to be sanctified by higher beings etc. According to the strategy not all of these characteristics need to be present to label something as religion but if it has 5 or 6 of them it probably is a religion. Now what is the one theme the one unifying concept that will bring all of these definitions together ironically the one unifying theme is all of these definitions are coming from Western Scholars from the past 100 years of history and here’s why that’s important Religion as a category may have been invented by modern western scholars we really want a one or two sentence definition of religion something we can apply to religion no matter the cultural context or the belief system but as complex as religion is that might not be possible, you can always find an exception to your definition, it might be more helpful to think of religion as an analytical category of our own design. Johnathan Z Smith one of the greatest scholars of religion studies said, Religion is not a native term it is a term created by scholars for their intellectual purposes and therefore it is theirs to define. It is a second order generic concept that plays the same role as establishing a disciplinary horizon that a concept such as language plays in linguistics or culture plays in anthropology. What JZ Smith is arguing is that there is no archetypal definition of religion that we can perfectly apply to any culture. Religion is a subjective analytical term whose meaning depends on the person using it and, on the questions, they use the term to illuminate. This means that religion is a fundamentally contested concept, we don’t only see this in the world of scholars as they try to define it but we see this play out in popular culture, we have people arguing is Scientology a religion is Jedism a religion, there is even a famous book that argues that Coca Cola is a religion. Just be aware that religion is a very subjective concept that is very difficult to define. When someone uses the word religion you can now ask yourself are, they using this term to define their belief in God or are they using it to define ritual practice, what perspective are they bringing to the table. Their gods or god or yours or are you.

My guest should be able to shed some light on the topic, and what you bring to the table is your own choice

Kurtis Joseph is an occult author and teacher who provides spiritual teaching and occult services to a vast clientele from all over the world.

From aspiring Christian pastor to hardcore black magickian, he specializes in Dark Alchemy and Ascent with the most ancient Gods & Goddesses of humanity. He is greatly influenced by schools of eastern thought which he enjoys teaching others to apply in practical ways. The adversarial spiritual path is his primary focus as he feels it leads to the liberation of mankind through the apocalypse, or revealing all knowledge which has been hidden. He holds the divine potential of mankind above all else in hopes of creating a greater humanity and a better world through human evolution and the empowerment of the individual.

He achieves this through his occult writing as well as one on one teaching, while also providing magickal services to those that seek his aid.

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