MADAM MONKEYFOOT

THE JUDAS ANGEL
(Revised December 10, 2007)

CAST OF CHARACTERS

Timothy Hustler
Seymour Best Friend
Agnes Transgendered
Chance Friend
Judas Messenger

SYNOPSIS

Four friends are at a Judas’s grave complaining about his suicide.

This is an excerpt from the book: The Judas Angel.

ACT ONE

SCENE ONE – GRAVEYARD – AFTERNOON

The sound of flapping wings, the roar of a lion, the cry of a man and a strong wind is heard as the lights slowly come up on Timothy, Seymour, Agnes and Chance standing over the body of Judas. Seymour and Chance gives Timothy dirty looks. Agnes is wiping tears from her eyes.

TIMOTHY
You all look at me like it’s my fault.

SEYMOUR
Trash. Fucking trash. He never did like taking out the trash.

AGNES
People like you foul the air and then others have to clean up your shit.

TIMOTHY
He got what he asked for. We all get what we ask for.

CHANCE
He didn’t ask for this.

TIMOTHY
I didn’t kick dirt over his face.

CHANCE
You gave him the mud to play with.

TIMOTHY
At least I was real about what I am. Poor little rich boy. Rich only in attitude and a sagging ass stuck in designer pants.

SEYMOUR
Guys like you, we tried to keep him away from.

TIMOTHY
Maybe that’s his fucking problem. He didn’t want to be a Mister Goody Two Shoes. You frustrated bitches always want to stick someone’s ass on a stake and make your life so fucking sanctimonious.

SEYMOUR
You shouldn’t be here.
(more…)

MAKING WINGS

My ghost mother whispers,
“Stop playing with dead things.”

Empty eyes, ravenous mouths,
plagued filled penises, cesspool vaginas
minds like caverns filled with sleeping vampire bats;
and the smell of thoughts
move inside homeless from reality
and fragmented strangers attempt
to seduce you into their delusions;

and the smell of their thoughts
are burning the flesh you are wearing
that becomes like a crawling landscape.

So you gather your darkness
to make wings to fly into yourself
to own your darkness

that is pregnant with your light.

And not be the chess piece
in the madness of roaches
who use to have human touch.

THE BUFFALO AND ME

I swallowed a buffalo.
Okay, it was a buffalo nickel
once revered before it was catalogued
for extinction.

I swallowed the nickel
to protect its value.
Okay, I was playing
with it in my mouth
like it was going to be
candy with a surprised filling.
I was five and still rode
imagination like a dragon
with my fairy wings
before my eyes were shutdown
into a shoebox mentality.

But strangers, like roaches,
came to conquer, colonize
control, cultivate;
and a jazz note
makes me a slave
with a freedom song;

And this jazz note
becomes a midnight addiction
for strangers with neon eyes
and broken flutes with poison notes.

I am intoxicated into the color,
so I must live in the gray
tattooed on my flesh by conquerors
who distorted my high note
that is now a premature ejaculation;

and the wound is made a mouth
that hides the pain etched inside
like cave drawings and this wailing
is a high note borrowed from indigenous traditions.

The buffalo and me
are no longer a gift.
(more…)

PROLOGUE
The Angel became the Demon.
The Demon became the Angel.
They both made the Mud
so they could dominate the other.
And the Mud made the Worlds.
And the Mud made
them both something better
when the One
has no allegiance to perspectives.

“My brother has always been the distant one,” Solomon said. “Michael always seemed to be some where else when you talk with him. He was always the person you wanted him to be but you still didn’t know him.”

“The cards are saying something strange.” Tina lays down two more cards. The World Card and the Lovers card over the Death card. “Something old has awakened,” Tina replied. Her voice started taking on an otherworldly quality. She wasn’t looking at the cards anymore; as she was looking inside her self.

“What does it mean,” Solomon asked with concern.? Partially it was for his brother, Michael and for his wife, Tina. Lately she had been changing when she did tarot reading. Sometimes he felt a presence overshadow her.

“My guides are telling me to look at the sun and the moon.”

“Tina, you’re voice is changing. Okay, you’re scaring me. I don’t like it when you begin to channel. We talked about this not being a good thing. I’m worried that you might get so far out there you might not come back. How can we be sure of whose is coming through? Remember what happened before.”

She ignored his concerns. “My guides said we must prepare for his arrival.”
(more…)

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We are One. It’s been awhile since Madam Monkeyfoot downloaded into your reality but the Madam has been walking the crossroads. And there is a lot of wanderers walking in the in-between spaces. Let’s talk about darkness. There are many types of darkness. There is a darkness in the in-between spaces and many things can occur there as well as within yourself. Understand that nothing just happens, it is all manifested through thought; whether you do it consciously, in ignorance or being manipulated to manifest your own prison system to keep your consciousness fenced in.

Now, the many types of darkness are about choice. My favorite is the pregnant darkness or as some would like to call it the primal darkness. It is a darkness that births possibility.

There is the ignorant darkness which clouds ones clarity and allows one to be manipulated and give their power to some one else. And you allow other energies to masquerade in this darkness and become your gods and goddesses and religions and other authoritative figures.

There is the demonic darkness. There is evil, there are demonic forces that you have created in your journey of awareness. Every time you discard a part of yourself, or you are in denial, a part of you goes someone where. Some of it becomes an adversarial energy. In truth it becomes a mirror, it becomes your personal demon, it becomes a space that becomes your hell. This demonic darkness also becomes a part of something else that feeds it and provides an entry way into your reality and into your consciousness because what you deny is still apart of you and will always be a part of you regardless of distance, time and what particular life you are inhabiting.

The darkness is back. The darkness is the spaces between realities. It is up to you how you will choose to use this darkness, whether it will be a pregnant darkness, whether it will be a blind darkness, whether it will be a demonic darkness.

Ask yourself this, what is dark? Who is dark? Why is there dark? You think everything must be light and that is it and the dark is a bad thing. Children, you must learn that the creator is in all things. It is about perception. Sometimes angels become demons just to remind you who and what you are.

But you are bringing a darkness to your life, to your world because most of you refuse to take responsibility for your life and would rather turn the keys of your mind over to other people. That is why the Children of the Light are coming. They are bringing a new dawn to consciousness. The dark and the light are creating a new reality where they will merge together and no longer be adversarial. The war of the light and I am referring to dark and light is played out in many areas, gender, religion, science. You have made many prisons systems to separate your mind. And in this separation, the spaces in-between carry such a power.

What darkness are you? When was the last time you embraced your darkness?

What you have cast away from you is returning. The darkness is here. The darkness has always been here. And it will embrace you. Will you embrace it or will you name it and continue to create separation, create enemies, create isolation and make a dark god, a dark thoughtform to feed off your mind.

What darkness are you?

Easy to point that finger and let someone else carry the blame.

It is not always about you.

Sometimes situation happens to bring a lesson; to get you out that quagmire you find yourself in or you are to play good guy or bad guy in someone’s life to help them heal themselves.

Everything happens for a reason and you are the architect of your thought; though there are influences behind that.

Some folks like being blue; it keeps them from admitting maybe they are not living up to their potential.

What you see with someone else when you’re pointing your finger may be their lesson that they have brought into this life.

Finger pointing is so easy when you are not looking at the bigger picture but just thinking from your perspective and experiences.

Before you stick that finger out at someone, understand where your issues are rooted.

Why are you so bothered; witness and not participate? This is a school room!!!

Everybody has their particular assignments they are working on. And school is not out for anyone in this reality.

Finger pointing means you haven’t finished working on yourself and need to stop and think before you start pointing and running your mouth? You don’t know the wounds people are carrying; and the journey they are on to heal it; and in some instances, it will not happen in this life time.

Finger pointing is judgment. Judging means someone needs to bring you a lesson; because you are too busy playing God in someone else’s life.

So when that finger look like it’s going to point, turn it back on yourself. If your house was clean, you wouldn’t be here in this reality to point fingers; unless you have learned to be in service to others.