A Raven’s Message

In the middle of a very dense forest far from the view of any mankind there sat a small wood-framed cottage. No paint had graced its walls nor added luster to the inside or the outside. It’s rustic appearance blended well with all the tall pine trees, huge oak trees, round evergreen shrubs and brown fallen leaves. It’s natural appearance had not been planned but with little money on which to live Paudelora became more concerned with getting by day after day than she did the beauty of the cottage.

She had lived alone since her mother’s early death. Her father had not chosen to stay but chose instead to travel the world. He wanted to see what the remainder of the world looked like and he could not do this with extra baggage. Staying in one place was too boring and responsibility was not one of his strong points. He wanted nothing from life but to enjoy it to the fullest and he could not do this with a wife and a child.

Paudelora was the exact picture of her mother. She was a petite lady with simple taste. Not so much by choice but more by the lack of the things most people take for granted on a daily basis. Her rugged life had caused seeds of bitterness and hate to take root and grow. This became a deadly weapon for her enemies.

Paudelora learned of the black raven from her mother. She loved to look at its shiny feathers and the glimmer in its coal-black eyes. She watched the patient way her mother used to call them and then wait for them to trust her. It took years to train one bird to carry a vial attached to its leg to a certain person or place. It took even longer for them to learn to speak. It was difficult but not impossible at all. Cleo was her mother’s first raven and Cleo was one of many that became loyal servants to Pandelora’s mother and then to her. Most folk thought Paudelora was the exact replica of her mother. They both had dark brown hair that swung past their petite waistlines. They both had deep dark eyes and spoke in short quick words. It didn’t take long for Paudelora to train Reao and it didn’t take very long for him to learn to mimic her words. He sat on a perch in the cottage and he watched and listened to her every word. Occasionally he would blurt out something like “To be sure it will” or “The deed is done!” He even learned to sing a tune that went something like this: “Oh Lord won’t you send down your angels to watch over me. My eyes are so tired they can hardly see.” He sang the lines exactly like she sang it even in the same key.

As it happened Paudelora’s mother had known herbs very well and used them for them both since they had no money to visit medical doctors. She had taught all of her skills to her daughter knowing that she would need them at some point in her life. Paudelora had been born in the shanty and had never been seen by a medical doctor. Yet she was uncommonly healthy for her twenty-five years of age. Her skin was as white as freshly poured milk and her lips as red as if she had painted them so.

The shanty smelled of Patcholi and Lavender for those were her favorite body fragrances.She made creams and oils to use on her blemish free skin. Sandalwood, Bergamot, Wild Magnolia and Honeysuckle bottles sat stately upon her old-fashioned dresser. Huge pots of aloe vera grew outside as did wild poppies, Echinacea, garlic and a variety of other herbal plants. She used them to make her potions. Some were for good and some not so good.

A huge thick book lay on the hand-made table. It was a family recipe book of sorts.It had belonged to her grandmother and her mother before her. No one knew exactly how old the book was but its pages were yellow and stained from all the fingers that had turned its pages over the generations. It had recipes for just about anything one might need or use. She left it in the center of the table because she loved to try out new things. Its pages were so tattered they did not need to be moved often. The towns’ folk who were kind to her were given herbs for good health but those who looked upon her with contempt were sent other potions by “Reao” the black raven.

It happened one winter’s day as Paudelora was visiting a few shops in town. A tall burly man who was quite drunk made an unkindly gesture along with some unladylike comments. Paudelora was very embarrassed and her feelings were hurt by the man’s comments. She quickly left the store and headed home with fewer supplies than intended. She was astonished that a man would approach her and say sexually implicit words to her. Her eyes kept seeing his face and his words kept repeating themselves in her ears.By the time she reached the shanty her spirit was in a rage. She had been bitterly hurt by the old man’s cruel words.

Without further thought she headed straight to the herb cabinet and began mixing powders. When she had finished, she carefully tied it in a little cloth and attached it to Raeo’s leg. “Go and do the deed. Drop the deadly seed. Old man Whitford will be no more when this potion enters his door!” She chanted loudly. “Head straight to Whitford’s house and drop the bag where his head will lie.” She ordered as she released the raven.”Go and do the deadly deed. To old man Frank Whitford’s quickly speed!”

Now all the raven had to do was to pull the ribbon with his beak when he reached the exact spot in Whitford’s bedroom and release her potion. The deed would be done! He would pay dearly for his uncouth behavior! As Paudelora planned, the deadly curse was put into motion. About an hour later Raeo returned and flew to his perch. “The deed is done!” He cawed loudly repeating the line of words he had heard Paudelora say so many times before. Paudelora handed him a special seed stick and returned to her kitchen duties.

Paudelora sat at the table quietly allowing memories of her childhood to bleed through her mind. Oh how she would love to be a child again. Oh how she would love to see her mother again.

“Paudelora! You had better be a good little girl or the devil will visit your tonight and he will bring along his big pitchfork!” Her father scolded as he displayed an evil look upon his wrinkled face. “He loves little dirty girls and you have not had a bath today!” He smirked. Those words had sent chills through her tiny body for years. Few people knew who her father really was or what had happened to him but the ravens knew.

The howling sound of the cold north wind broke the trance quickly reminding Paudelora of the need for more fire wood. She would feel the chill coming through the cracks in the walls and around the aged window panes. The winter months were horribly cold. Snow and ice visited nearly everyday. Wood had to be cut and brought inside for the fireplace. It was her only form of heat and there was on one to lend a hand. Food became scarce but warmth was always Paudelora’s main concern.

Whispers came within days that old man Whitford was ill and by the end of the week his funeral had been announced over the small radio.

“People must be accountable for their words and their behavior in this life or they will be snatched away to another life as quick as a wink.” Paudelora mumbled out loud as she refilled her bottles of powdered herbs and spices.

The rabbit traps made of odd pieces of wood helped provide meat and fur for her pillows as did all the other wildlife in the forest. The wood in the fireplace crackled and popped as the flames added heat to the shanty. Paudelora hung a big black pot over the coals to cook a stew for dinner. It would make several good meals for her and warm her from the inside. The red-hot coals reminded her of the burning desire to have a sense of peace in her soul and love to fill her heart. She had not felt love at all since her beloved mother had passed away. She longed for a man to hold her in his arms as only man could do. After all, she wasn’t such a bad person or was she?

Day after day she scribbled notes to herself on paper. She asked God to send someone into her life to change things and to forgive her for her wrongs. She asked for her loneliness to be removed and her heart to be filled with peace, joy and love. She watched as her fingers wrote the words “I need the love of a righteous man.” Silently she hoped that writing it down might be more effective than just reminding God in her prayers. Over and over she scribbled her secret desires and earnest wishes. Then suddenly feeling disgust, she quickly swept all the papers off the table and onto the floor. Leaving them there, she stepped into the kitchen to prepare herself a cup of chamomile tea. Perhaps it would calm her nerves and help her to sleep.

She did not see Raeo take a strip of the paper in his beak nor did she see him leave the window with it. Was Raeo seeking love for his master? Did God speak to Raeo?

Early the next morning a bank president heard a rat-a-tap rat-a-tapping on his window. Upon investigating he noticed a black bird with a paper in his mouth. Slowly he made his way to the window lifting it gently to see what the bird would do. Raeo flew immediately inside and deposited the paper on the desk. As president Harriston moved towards the desk, Raeo flew out of the window and was gone. Stunned, Mr. Harriston sat down to look at the paper deposited on his desk. Somewhat bewildered by what he had just witnessed, he began to read the handwritten note before him.

Weeks passed before Mr. Harriston finally found and met Paudelora. They were two people from very different walks of life and they had been introduced by one of God’s small winged messengers. Paudelora found the love she so desperately wanted but continues to live in the midst of the huge forest. The only difference is that now she is living in a big white colonial home with the man who had taken to time to read her note and seek her out.

Raeo continues to live with Paudelora and serve those in the community with herbal medicines. He gives to the rich and the poor, especially the poor!

Lives are changed daily by the actions of one person. Are you that one person?

Decorating Ideas for Cupcakes With Team Logos As a Super Bowl Dessert

Everyone makes cupcakes. They are so simple to make, and make a great presentation. They can be made in any flavor, decorated or not, and are always a sought after treat. If one has a little artistic ability they can be made elaborately, though this is not a requirement for the enjoyment they bring.

I decided to try out some thoughts and designs, and will pass on my results here. Making cupcakes is as simple as having muffin tins and paper liners. Even the paper liners are not mandatory, though they help make it cleaner to pick up and move. Making a cake mix, either from scratch or from a box and filling muffin papers about half way and baking for slightly less time than a full cake layer is all easy as 1, 2, 3.

Once made, if decorating muffins is a frightening prospect, let that go and just enjoy. A simple smear of icing will make a delightfully edible treat. Actual decorating is really just, well, the icing on the cake. The main idea is to enjoy the process and have treats for guests and family. This year, the team colors are purple, black and metallic gold for the Ravens and red, metallic gold and white for the 49ers. These colors, or some combination, can be used as the main icing color or in combinations. The other color would be green to mimic turf.

Party decorating shops or cake decorating shops will likely have little decorations to use, such as little footballs or goal posts and such. If you choose to take the time to make your own, you might look for a small candy mold in football shapes. Melting chocolate or chocolate bark and filling the molds is quick and easy. Once the halves are chilled and hard, a dab of melted chocolate will glue the halves together. Allow to set and then make the laces down the side with white icing and a small holed icing tip.

Decorate some cupcakes with brightly green tinted icing and either just smear it on or use an icing tip number 233 to mimic grass. Even a small star tip can be used to create a grass effect. Set a little chocolate football onto the grass and there you have it. If you already have small Easter egg molds, these can be used the same way, by just planting the rounded end down onto the green icing grass surface.

I chose to attempt a loose facsimile of the actual logo for the teams. Making a brilliant red frosting for the background field of the 49ers look, I used a flat icing tip number 45 to make a rectangle in an approximate gold color over top. I piped in 49ERS in red using a number 4 round holed tip, then outlined the letters and numbers in white using a number 3 round holed tip. For the Ravens, I frosted the cupcake in deep purple. Using a toothpick, I traced an approximation of the raven logo, and then used black icing and a number 3 round holed tip to copy over that traced outline. I used white icing and a number 3 round holed tip to trace around the black icing to make the figure more noticeable. All in all, they are attractive and colorful.

Whether you take the time needed for making team logos or not, the goal is to have a sweet treat for all to enjoy. If you do not have the skills to use all the icing tips mentioned, simply spread on a couple of the team colors, half and half on top of a cupcake. Or ice the cupcakes in any color you prefer and pipe on RAVENS or 49ERS on each. The ways to decorate are only limited by your imagination. I hope these ideas will spark an idea for you.

Thank you for taking the time to read my article. I hope it was informative and helped you along your own culinary journey.

Recreational Activity

It is often common in today’s world to have sex before marriage, some even call it recreational activity. It is so common that some people will not marry without having sex first. Is this what God had in plan for us. I think not! Just having sex with one person is dangerous enough. With the spread of diseases why take the chance, do you really think that God wanted us to test the water? I recommend reading the whole chapter of Leviticus 18 to help understand about sexual sin. Well let’s see what the Bible says about this.

First look at Jeremiah 2:30 it says In vain I punished your people; they did not respond to correction. Your sword has devoured your prophets like a ravening lion. You of this generation consider the word of the Lord: Have I been a desert to Israel or a land of great darkness? Why do my people say, We are free to roam; we will come to you no more? Does a maiden forget her jewelry, a bride her wedding ornaments? Yet my people have forgotten me, days without number. How skilled you are at pursuing love! Even the worst of women can learn from your ways.

Now look at Jeremiah 3:1 it says If a man divorces his wife and she leaves him and marries another man, should he return to her again? Would not the land be completely defiled? But you have lived as prostitute with many lovers–would you now return to me? Declares the Lord.
Look up to the barren heights and see. Is there any place where you have not been ravished? By the roadside you sat waiting for lovers, sat like a nomad in the desert. You have defiled the land with your prostitution and wickedness. Therefore the showers have been withheld and no spring rains have fallen. Yet you have the brazen look of a prostitute; you refuse to blush with shame. Have you not just called to me; My Father,, my friend from my youth, will you always be angry? Will your wrath continue forever? This is how you talk, but you do all the evil you can.

Now look at 1Corinthians 5:9 it says I have written you in my letter not to associate with sexually immoral people–not at all meaning the people of this world who are immoral, or the greedy and swindlers, or idolaters. In that case you would have to leave this world. But now I am writing you that you must not associate with anyone who calls himself a brother but is sexually immoral or greedy, an idolater or a slanderer a drunkard or a swindler. With such a man do not even eat.

Look at 1Corinthians 6:15 it says Do you not know that your bodies are members of Christ himself? Shall I then take the members of Christ and unite them with a prostitute? Never! Do you not know that he who unites himself with a prostitute is one with her in body? For it is said, The two will become one flesh. But he who unites himself with the Lord is one with him in spirit.

Flee from sexual immorality. All other sins a man commits are outside his body, but he who sins sexually sins against his own body. Do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own; you were bought at a price. Therefore honor God with your body. I recommend reading the whole chapter 7 of 1Corinthians it concerns marriage.

Now look at Ephesians 5:3 it says But among you there must not be even a hint or sexual immorality, or of any kind of impurity, or of greed, because these are improper for God’s holy people. Nor should there be obscenity, foolish talk or coarse joking, which are out of place, but rather thanksgiving. For of this you can be sure: No immoral, impure or greedy person–such a man is an idolater–has any inheritance in the kingdom of Christ and of God. Let no one deceive you with empty words, for because of such things God’s wrath comes on those who are disobedient. Therefore do not be partners with them.

In closing look 1Thessalonians 4:3 it says It is God’s will that you should be sanctified: that you should avoid sexual immorality, that each of you should learn to control his own body in a way that is holy and honorable, not in passionate lust like the heathen, who do not know God; and that in this matter no one should wrong his brother or take advantage of him. The Lord will punish men for all such sins, as we have already told you and warned you. For God did not call us to be impure, but to live a holy life. Therefore, he who rejects this instruction does not reject man but God, who gives you his Holy Spirit.

Remember Always Read Your Bible!