Triple Goddess-Healing Arts and Movement

12/29/2025

Reality ‘Hunger games’
blog by:
Katherine Lily Mae Harris
Photo: Timer camera 30seconds on Ragged Mountain 2014 with Persaeus 🐾 🌈🫶🏿
Written 12/29/2025

The reality of the hunger games is so real for many of us. Whether it’s the men and women who have had to deploy to war, or the ones who stay behind, to fight the wars ongoing here, or get caught in the middle. Race wars and drug wars here are all too real. This combination has exasperated the wars ongoing between corrupt government and dealers. (Because the system that was designed for the regulation flow of everything, is disrupted by the wrongful understanding and interpretation, causing most amount of harm.)
Certain people are fortunate enough to never be harmed by it, maybe they are the ‘clever’ ones who make sure that everyone but them, are harmed. Maybe they are the ones the ‘game’ protects, and so they don’t care. Maybe it’s just people lucky enough to never endure the harm it all causes.
For people living in forced oppression, war, starvation, poverty and hardship, these are realities, not a movie or game. Sure we can intensify the realities in a condensed period, to make you feel extreme anxiety for that hour and half movie, but some of us, we survived variations of those fragments, you’re shown on a screen.
What I keep reeling over, (pun intended,) is that I am speaking up to make it safer for everyone’s families, no matter if they are protected by the ‘game’ or not, and instead of change occurring, I keep getting tormented, while the game keeps getting more and more horrible! Why is that??
The location I was drugged, then gang r***d with a bag over my head in 2003, is now receiving another billion(s) dollar contract with the government…..how can that happen amidst the time period where what should be occurring, is making it SAFER!
I don’t know exactly what people from the group of individuals, are responsible for me being gang r***d that night, I just know that every one of them is horrible and that it is incredibly irresponsible of them to allow these port issues to continue.
I can’t help but put together that in the Middle East women are coming forward and speaking up about being gang r***d and harmed….around those same time periods…..was I r***d during a military exercise? Are they drugging men to get them to do these insane ‘training’ acts, before sending them to war? Another act of dehumanization?
Or was it more drug trade triangulation? (Though I had no part in the drug trades.)
Either way, they don’t want me speaking up.

On behalf of everyone’s children! Stop human trafficking!!!
Men here get sent to war.
They get put in the middle of a conflict that is never ending, because it has become a game. A game with people’s lives and values, all based off of a system designed to benefit few and cause many to suffer.
It isn’t about ‘overthrowing’ government or getting to ‘give a taste of their own medicine to their families.’
Or an eye for an eye. (Eye roll)
This was about the majority. Everyone together.
No matter who you and your family are, and what your status. I’m so tired of the ones being protected that are the problems. They wouldn’t need protection if they didn’t triangulate communities, ports and countries!
Just imagine if everyone around me, (or the few misleading the many) had told the truth to who they lied to, or misled, before I left on foot with a walker and spinal cord injury……..WE could have resolved everything and made it better.
It could have; it WOULD have happened.
Systematic oppression, leads to abuse. Abuse in the home, abuse in the community. They know who to target. They know who to silence.
Then we are isolated and easier to continue the torment.
Anyone and everyone who harmed us, gets a free pass and they lie to protect their own ego or guilt.
Being tormented are not parts of my life I like to think about at all.
I liked to do the opposite. Not think about them. Speaking about any one of them, has typically caused people in my life to devalue me. They automatically change how they treat me. Usually becoming worse. That’s why we stay silent.

Being crippled…..that’s the main reason I had to get so loud, otherwise I would have kept moving forward in life.
Therapy has been helpful to be able to finally say, out loud, what I have lived. What I have survived! It finally allowed me to put it all together.
Thank God/Allah/Shiva for some people in my life that may as well have been angels. Reiterating & Letting me know of the very real dangers I was facing.
Because according to everyone here, it was just a funny game.
I will never understand anyone part of that, you disgust me. Love in that situation, would have looked like, you getting your kids or spouses to acknowledge the truth and be honorable about it, not becoming part of the problem.

Speaking about everything, being triggered physically because of the spine Injury, on top of it all, it’s too much, one may have never happened without the other. Not this level of processing and rapidly. If he hadn’t crippled me and I hadn’t been so tormented, I would have happily kept moving forward and processing life at a more normal level: Getting away from my ex, it took about two weeks to put so much together. Then to attempt to sort through it all. It was horrible.
I stood for two hours one day saying out-loud, some of the horrible things I’ve been through, shaking my moroccos and hitting my ambulatory walking stick on the earth. I cried. I got angry.
I left on foot with a Walker and spinal cord injury. Why is that funny to anyone?
The new age trail of tears!?
My ancestors must have been cursing your births.

Hunger games has been ongoing for many.
This earth is troubled.
It’s troubled and in pain.
In order to change that, it takes these conversations taking place. They must occur between those of us willing to speak up, then those that are in positions of power, uniting. It is the only way.
United.
We don’t need overthrow the government.
The government is designed to help us. Now; how can we do that?
For the better of everyone.
I stayed as forgiving as I could, seeing what was ongoing and viewing from a perspective of resolve. Finding out that resolve isn’t taking place because of the ones who messed up to begin with, that’s just not ok.
The Cold War that’s been ongoing for decades hasn’t changed. It’s just changed the way it’s fought. These alliances were made decades ago. I wrote to the CIA when I applied for a desk job, in June of 2024 and I wrote what they were doing. Kamala Harris has proven it with her book. Guess I’m not paranoid after all, looks like I’m a whistleblower.
Those here, who made those alliances continue to torment my life in place of their own. They never stop. Or haven’t yet. These are people that looked me in my eyes, people who have interacted with me through life. People who know me.
I let the fewest people know what was going on, when I figured it out. Easy to do, when you’ve survived what I have.
This 2025 has been eye opening.
Real good for me to see what I know now.
I will not stay silent.
Human trafficking needs to end.
I don’t care how many of you cover for it. You disgust me.
Our World needs to become more vigilant at being what was meant.
On this fourth day of Kwanzaa, where the focus is cooperative economics, what form of that do you play a part in?
I think of it as a principle not just held in this ‘tangible’ world, but also of spiritual value.
Today I chose a gold ring with green and red stones (this is costume jewelry, but holds value to me) that I placed in my hair to honor this connection. The charms from the previous days in my hair as well. My hair tied in one knot on top of my head as the direction to spirit and honoring the connection and redirection of the divine.
Trust in spirit.
Cooperative economics. Ports. Who is in control of ports and who is going to make sure we stop human trafficking?
Who is going to make sure starvation is never used as a war tactic?
I have ‘Triple Goddess Healing Arts and Movement.’
I have needed to adjust the way I planned on operating my business, due to life and injury, but I will continue to do my best.
I have my voice.
I have my spirit. I won the lottery there. Grateful for that and everything else.

12/22/2025

Limitless (movie reference, was it a book first?)
Blog by: Katherine Lily Mae Harris

I rewatched ‘Limitless’
It’s the movie about a man that gets into a new ‘up and coming’ rich people drug and then is in danger beyond his wildest dreams because he is an utter idiot at times and then utilizes this newfound capability he has found within the new ‘use of this drug………..’and what I realized is:
that movie, is about people that are neurotypical and want to be autistic.
Think about it.
He is using parts of the brain he wouldn’t otherwise, causing for him to have what seems like ‘super human’ abilities, and then he crashes when he isn’t using this drug.
Autistic people ‘crash’ because we can’t fit into a neurotypical World. And neurotypical people are trying to create a drug that utilizes their ‘autistic trait’ brain……?!
Wow. And they want to do it all, without any type of danger…….

Want to know when in my own life I was-Limitless????

I became limitless When I stopped spending time with fake friends, when I stopped dating. When I got my dog. When I focused on my . My and dreams. Then I was limitless. Make those goals and cross them off.
I had multiple regular jobs, I worked all the time, but had lots of time and to, devote to my hobbies and dreams.
Do you know what ‘drug’ I used in that time???
None.
Not one.
Unless counts.
That’s the only thing I can think of, that I included in my life regularly that could be considered a drug.
I didn’t drink, didn’t smoke, didn’t use medications, I was happy. I did all the things I used to do when I was young and had free time, that made me feel happy.
I set goals and crossed them off my list.
It was so fulfilling.
After all the I survived and moved on from, I didn’t let anything stop me. I was determined to make my come true.
I never judged others on their choices that were unlike mine at that time.
Then I ended up in a relationship with my abuser. He crippled me.

Now has been drastically different.
It was different the four years we were together too. I learned more about myself. I was in danger for a long time. I learned how I am. Too forgiving.
I am so I got away from him.
I have been alone since, over five years now.
I was excited to move forward and determined to heal. Determined to my own detriment.

It was really hard to experience what just happened to me, after everything I survived young.
I think too many people took for granted how safe they always have been.
That the people who put me through this are still here, and that all the things I survived made me their liability.

I survived.
I survived.
I
.

Limitless.

To be means to ‘know thyself.’
I opened a book at the age of 19 and saw that phrase, then I did it.
When you , you end up becoming better and better.

Learning about helps piece it together as well.
It tells you how to lean in to your strengths and how to work on your weaknesses. It’s pretty bold about them as well.
I like that.
Bold.

In order to re-ignite pathways that your when you were young, you just remember what you were doing then.
I learned the when I was very young, so me remembering the shapes the ladies hands made, as they taught me (I seated beside them and seeing their hands.) That helped me utilize parts of my young brain.
It helped me get out my emotions, gave me a hobby when I couldn’t sleep (from the injury) and allowed for me to continue trying to heal. The ways I had access to.
I used ma*****na sometimes to heal. Other times I didn’t.
I stayed and . Kept a schedule.
All the things I really like to do.
was pretty major for me too.
The goal was to do everything and anything I could think of, to keep my brain and body connected.
.
A man crippled me.
I needed to .
So I just continued to think of ways to keep my and ;
a spine hit, is major.
is activated. I was fortunate for that.
I just continued to think of the ‘things I could do.’
Like a great article I was by, about life after injury.
Given even after three shoulder repairs, in one year, I would have been fine. I would have found a way to make a great life and make my dreams come true.

I would have been able to, make my dreams come true, after he did that, after he crippled me, I could have, had life been different……..I guess tearing me apart and putting me in more danger, while laughing was more fun.
Now in the .
I think about all the little things that need to occur, to make my life become semi normal, before I can move forward.
I think of the little things I’m excited about.
The things that keep me going.

is a messy process and it sometimes looks like, realizing that adapting to an injury is better than trying to accomplish what you could have before hand.
A new limitless.
Within this ‘ bodies’ limitations.

Limitless within limitations.

Luckily my brain doesn’t have any limitations.
My is .
My body is healing or adapting.
I will keep moving forward.

Happy , whatever you celebrate or don’t.
I did Magick.
I will keep looking forward.
I will keep attempting to see what I still am capable of.
I will continue to speak up.
I will continue to live.
However long or short I’m meant to.
To be limitless.
in yourself
yourself
Know thyself,
your life.

12/21/2025

Blessed Solstice 🌞🌅🌄to all who celebrate. 🌌🌈🎊
May we all have nourishing food, clean water. Safety and warmth in hearth and home. 🙏🏾
I don’t always photograph my Magick, these are some photos of a little bit ago.

🌌🌈
May all doing good, be protected and respected & may all doing bad…..🪬

12/16/2025

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Boston Terrier Extraordinaire



Art done over a few days.🖋️ under drawing, to 🖌️painting to ✍🏾pencil. 💔 #🐾🌈 being able to connect through art with her, now that she is gone. 💔🌈🐾

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12/15/2025

Keeping Ma*****na legal
Blog by:
Katherine Lily Mae Harris

I use medical *****na for a injury, , a right tendon issue (the repair didn’t have time to heal before he crippled my spine, and I needed mobility aids) & .
When I was a young person and used marijauna, I would have then called it recreational.
As an adult , having the perspective I have as a maternal figure, (which is my nature, unfortunately) but being applied to how I view my life has been helpful in healing and accurately processing my and .
I look back to that young woman who had endured so much in silence, and I think, wow…..we made it.
A wise woman said to me, ‘ma*****na can be used as a repressor.’ (She was a special victims D.A that sat with me while my abusive ex, was being arraigned for breaking his bail conditions, the charge he had bail conditions for, was abusing me. I dropped the charges against him. I was young.)
She gave me something to think about. In fact; I stopped using ma*****na at all, without telling my ex. Then I noticed things that before I was too willing to let slide. It really helped me process the severity of the relationship. It helped me gain the strength to leave him.
His abuse left some impact on my body as well. After I left him, I injured my left shoulder muscle, during a dinner shift, at work. It was the remnants of his abuse working its way from my body.
I used marijauna, postures, , , , , and Chinese medicine to heal.
This was before *****na was LEGAL and recreational ma*****na was not even talked about back then, in 2009.
I completely my body and after that, marijauna was a rare part of my life. Only featuring in my life about 3 times over the next decade plus.
I did donate my belly dance time to spread awareness for the benefits of ma*****na, for kids with cancer and other diseases. I believe in it.
I know first hand the healing benefits this plant medicine holds.
Still at that time, I wouldn’t have said I used it as medicine.
Now, I absolutely would.
When I got my medical card it was 2018. At the suggestion of my abusive ex fiancé. He wanted to smoke it, so I got the card so he could. I wanted to try it for myself because I don’t like how narcotics make me feel (constipated, itchy, nauseous, etc.) so I wanted to try something different after my shoulder surgery. I couldn’t seem to find the right blend, I started with the cbd, which had no effect on or mind whatsoever, then full plant strains. Mixing it with a little to***co and smoking it. All in all, I hadn’t found the flow right for me.
I settled on using Tylenol pm.
I had tons of narcotics left over from those surgeries. Tons.
After the third surgery that involved those bicep tendon procedures, I was in pain. I needed to find something more than Tylenol pm, which had stopped working after I used it for over a year to sleep. I finally spoke to a man who owned a medical ma*****na shop and he got out his book, he me on the full spectrum of the plant. I found what worked for me. I got excited about the future and knew I was going to heal from that surgery. The 3rd and most invasive one.
Then my ex crippled me. He did it when he saw me getting better. During .
When he realized I would be ok: he commented on ‘how fun I was to watch’ (once again being myself; belly dancing, , , , ,) then he me, within that week.

This hit to my spine, caused me to be severely crippled, yet somehow, keep going because I didn’t have another choice. I got away from my ex that . I tried to explain how harmed I was, but my ex was in with all the medical staff, allowing them to be misled. I wanted to know if there were any signs I needed to pay attention to that were subtle; that were causing me to lose consciousness….my ex misled the doctor into thinking it was about something else. I finally got away from my ex though! I learned it was from because of the -10 spine hit-accurately from and bladder(‘reminiscent ’ )all completely conducive with my , the experiences after and what I learned about after experiencing it.

For women who are , Medical ma*****na stores allow for us to access medicine we know is safe. It gives a interaction, no matter how few times a year it takes place-(I don’t go very frequently and I don’t purchase much at a time. I use it conservatively typically 2.5mg-7.5mg daily, with regular breaks, I’m trying to fully !).
That interaction has our location & information and we are in someone’s legal system. Recorded. If someone
Else is using our , etc.
There is a record of it.
We need now more than ever. being the 3rd most profitable business in the World!
A woman is killed by an intimate partner or member every 10minutes.

We need to be able to access medicine we can !
Businesses aren’t going to drug us. They aren’t going to traffick us. They aren’t going to erase footage of when we were there.
We need to have that to help us keep safe in the World that allows our abusers to walk free, a World that allows for human trafficking and **e. A world that isolates and us into silence! If you’re going to continue to allow us to be tormented, you can’t take away how we survive it!
The difference between me staying with these injuries and having quality of life, because of ma*****na is huge. It helped me stay upright, when I shouldn’t have been.

It’s important to note, that for me personally, I don’t need any substances to be content or find joy. I have endured major trauma on this earth, my stems from what is me.
It took me some getting used to accepting this as medicine. No matter what my ‘ ’ like stance on marijauna was to start, it was strange to use as medicine. Now, I’m so grateful for it. It’s why I speak up for it all the time! Before I believed in it as medicine and advocated for it! Now, even more so, because of my personal experiences and how much it has helped me.

I should be able to go to Peru, South America or anywhere, and purchase medical ma*****na at a shop. They could pull up my file, name, injury, what I use it for, and help me find what I need. Healing in a climate like that, is easier. Obviously. I needed medical refuge, which is why I went there. It wasn’t a vacation, I don’t have money for a vacation, I need to heal my body, so I can make a living, because our system is a joke. It’s a failing system that was just horribly unjust to me, and acted like it wasn’t, while I now await another decision, determining my fate…..I’m crippled, I’m doing my best. I tried my hardest: I died of autonomic dysreflexia 7 times! What more do they want from me?!?!
I figured out how to stay , it isn’t good enough. This earth is hell.

& Now we are taking steps backwards because of dishonorable smucks in power!?
I was around marijauna more than once in Peru, but I didn’t ask about purchasing any, because I use it for medicine. It’s important I have access to what works for my injury and my body.
My body, I’ve had all my life.

It’s amazed me, how many people have argued with me, about my body. Like they were in it or something!?!?! It’s unbelievable. This is my ONE body. I don’t get another one.
Women need all the help we can get to stay safe. Many would rather gossip about us, than hear the truth. It’s what has taught and conditioned.
This has been the worst for me and on me, out of everyone, it’s my life: my one body.

Taking steps backwards with marijauna is negligent and obviously only so that , ***co and companies, whose hands are in the pockets of an obvious group, can continue to control the market. It’s disgusting that anyone is allowing it. Especially those businesses.
There is more than enough proof of the benefits of ma*****na. Many of us know. Please keep it legal for those of us who need that connection to place and space & access to medicine.

If it’s once more illegal, & If your , and needed to access w**d safely, outside a medical shop, hopefully it isn’t a dealer of other substances, because imagine if your just there to buy an 1/8th of pot, and someone surveilling thinks your there for another reason.
Going back to getting busted for a small portion of **d, that you use because society allows abusive men to harm you, with the consequences on you-is ridiculous. It’s completely abhorrent.
As I warned about this happening, I was a spectacle for horrible individuals, that think targeting a middle aged, crippled and woman is amusing. They need some , clearly.
My ex who crippled me, got away with it. His not only attacked my using medical ma*****na for the spine injury, bicep tendon injury and shoulder injury, as well as a whole new level of already existing ptsd; that HIS client gave me, but he also attacked my spiritual practices, connection to /allah/shiva and my character. They tried to make me seem crazy and dramatic. A jury found him not guilty and community heard the gossip and lies and swallowed it whole. Just like they did all my life. I guess there is what everyone thinks about you, then there is the truth.
If anyone wants to know truth, let me know.
One reason I have always loved is it outlines your strengths and weaknesses.
Part of growing is learning how to become better. I’m not ashamed to admit that I’ve made mistakes. I’ve never done anything I couldn’t live with and I’ve never crippled or harmed another.
The prosecutor working that case had asked if I was doing a ‘pagan ma*****na ritual’ ………..
I am a , , , by bloodline and spirit. I was born this way and I’ve studied, practiced and honed in on my powers. I’ve never been a ‘bad witch’ but some believed it to be true….
I was using ma*****na for the injuries given to me, by this man. The man that I filed a complaint about! The one I reported for crippling me!! That’s why I am using ma*****na, . My spiritual practices are who I AM.
My and practice has always been powerful. More so, WITHOUT the use of ANY substance. It dulls my gift.
I had to get used to my with marijauna. It was different. After my ex crippled me, it took me WEEKS to be able to have a shaman meditation….he broke the between my body and spine with that hit! I was scared he destroyed my gift……luckily a few weeks later, I did a shamanic healing, that I have written about before, to a cave for healing where a star was placed where he severed, when he knocked me unconscious with that blow to the t7-10 spine. It is unfunny to me.

What an interesting process this has been.
I wanted to help people.
I wanted to get a crew of people together and do trials; to see if we could really help people have a chance at a more natural way of healing. I learned a lot because I had to live this, from it, then learn about it.

God/allah/shiva kept me alive for a reason and no lawyer, corrupt government official, privileged jerk, abusive society, or abuser of mine, is going to take that away. It is between God/allah/shiva and I.

12/13/2025

12/13/2025

12/13/2025

12/13/2025

Artwork from yesterday.
from today 🎶🗣️🙊📣
‘Can we all be adopted from rich people who are grandfathered in to not pay taxes, so none of us do??? We don’t need their Money, just their tax breaks.
We can all in the World become because they are grandfathered in??

🪬p.s IRS I am up to date on you and though I have a business, it is a failed one and being .
I wouldn’t be begging for money, if it was successful.
Also, if I was able bodied, I would be working and paying in to taxes, not attempting to gain my ssd I paid in 22 years!! (As a waitress and bartender) Speaking up about systems and their inability to operate effectively…….instead it’s, as if we are all numbers and a game……….

So, before anyone attacks my outlook, I’m speaking up for all people.


Audibly processing.
‘Helping me process the messed up experiences I’ve had on earth hell, because of cowards and horrible people. ‘ #🪬

The above statements about the IRS are partly to be taken in ‘jest.’ That’s why my first Instagram name was
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Art of Persaeus 🐾🌈💔❤️
Boston Terrier Extraordinaire. ❤️🌌
Rest in power.
💔🐾My furry child and I were together from the time she was 6weeks old, until she was almost 12 years old! I miss her a lot! Crossed the rainbow bridge 🌈🐾🌌💔February 2, 2023🌈💔🐾
of yesterday 🐾🌈💔
Prismacolor Arteza Ocean State Job Lot

12/11/2025

Raise your hand, raise your voice, raise the standard — because yes, r**e is 100% caused by the ra**st.
There is no scenario, no outfit, no flirtation, no mixed signal, no mistake, no vulnerability, no intoxication, no relationship status, and no cultural excuse that transfers even 1% of the responsibility onto the victim.

R**e is a choice made by the person who commits it.
It is an act of violence, power, domination, and disregard for consent — not an accident, not a misunderstanding, not a “heat of the moment” mistake.

Victims do not “invite” r**e.
They do not “cause” r**e.
They do not “deserve” r**e.
And nothing they did before, during, or after changes the fact that the only person responsible is the perpetrator.

When society tries to “share” fault, all it does is:
• protect abusers,
• silence survivors,
• and reinforce the lies that predators rely on to keep doing what they do.

Blame belongs to the person who made the decision to violate someone else’s body, autonomy, and humanity. Full stop.

Accountability isn’t complicated.
Consent isn’t complicated.
Blame shouldn’t be either.

R**e is caused by the ra**st — always.
“Andy Burg”