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Email: SisterHoney@AZSisters.org Once upon a time, there lived a delightful, little girl named Pandora DeStregheria. She came from a long line of Sicilian Witches who were known for their talents at magick and herbalism. People traveled from far and wide to receive blessings and remedies from them when one of their family members became afflicted with an illness or if it was suspected that their house had fallen under a curse. It is said that if a baby was born under their care, then they grew to have “special powers” in adulthood and generally lived long and blessed lives…or so it is said. As a child, Pandora never questioned why she had such an affinity for nature. She simply assumed that everyone could see spirits and chat with the woodland creatures. Of course they could hear the whisperings of plants and insects, for that’s the way it had always been. However, when her family left the enchanted Isle of Sicily and headed for Springfield, Massachusetts to set up residence, everything changed. She quickly learned that most of the other children couldn’t hear the voices of nature and more often than not, had never seen their ancestors hanging about in spirit form looking over them. They had never received sage advice from a wise old praying mantis and couldn’t fathom the possibility of such a thing actually happening. She quickly began to realize that she was indeed different and as a result, the others kids made her life a Living Hell. They teased her mercilessly when she was caught chatting up a cricket on the playground and you wouldn’t believe the havoc that ensued when she was overheard getting counsel about her problems from a frog at the neighborhood pond. They began calling her horrid names like Pandora De Strange and chanted awful little rhymes like, “Pandora the Witch, is a Crazy Bitch” whenever they saw her. They would throw mud and rocks at her when she was on her way to school and slowly began to kill her sweet spirit. She became very depressed and started skipping school in order to avoid the torment. But it wasn’t long before the school called her mother to inform her that she had been missing classes. Her Mother was furious! You see, sometimes “the gift”, as her Grandmother Rosemary called it, skipped a generation and her mother as a result was always a little creeped out when she discovered Pandora talking to her grandparents (who had been dead for quite some time) or chittering away with a starling. She thought her daughter simply had a vivid imagination and that the “stories” told to her as a child were just fables. Pandora tried to explain that the other children were teasing her and that’s why she hadn’t been going to school, but her Mom just shrugged it off and told her this story about not letting people find out where your goat is tied. She said, “if you don’t let them get your goat, then eventually they will stop”. They never did! Pandora kept right on skipping school and going into the forest, where it was safe. At least there she could talk to the animals and the wise old cedar tree that had taken a liking to her. But her mother was determined to get her child to behave. So, she sent her to see a psychiatrist. The psychiatrist was a crazy old coot named Dr. Von Schpecklebum. He was of German descent and had a thick accent which made it hard to understand sometimes. He explained to her mother that Pandora was suffering from Multiple Personality Disorder. He claimed to be conducting some groundbreaking new research regarding the affliction and could cure her with this new experimental drug he had formulated. Her mother agreed. Things started getting very hazy for Pandora around this time. .She became very lethargic and spent most of her time locked away in her room. That is, when she wasn’t being poked, prodded and thoroughly examined by Crazy Dr Schpecklebum. She did eventually stop taking to animals. In fact, she stopped talking all together for quite a while. That is when her mother started to worry. Although she wanted her daughter to stop her crazy and rebellious behavior, she didn’t want her to become a vegetable. Besides she was very concerned about her recent bout of silence, which creeped her out almost more than chatting with ghosts. When Dr. Schpecklebum began suggesting electro-shock therapy, her mother decided to try a new approach without the help of the “good doctor”. Her mother decided that home schooling was the true key to her reformation. This way she wouldn’t have to deal with the bullies at school and if the teacher was coming to the house, then she would not be able to skip school and she would still get a good education. Maybe she would even start talking again. Her mother was convinced that she was using the silent treatment to torture her …and she was right. So, Pandora began receiving visits from her new teacher, Sister Rose Sharon. Yes, her mother hired a nun! Apparently, Sister Rose had taught in Catholic Schools for many years and came highly recommended. She had a very Mary Poppins quality about her, which Pandora really enjoyed. In fact, she liked her immediately. They had great rapport! Sister Rose was a great teacher with a sprightly spirit and was loads of fun. Every day they started “class” with a brisk walk around the neighborhood and sometimes through the woods. Sister Rose knew all about the trees and wildflowers that grew in that area and taught Pandora a great many things. In fact, Sister Rose seemed to love all creatures, great and small and was full of knowledge in those areas, which she passed along to her new student with great enthusiasm. The time flew by. One day when they were out on their daily walk Pandora decided it was safe to open up to Sister Rose and asked her, “Sister, do you talk to God?” To which she answered, “Well, yes my dear, all the time.” “And does he ever answer?”, Pandora inquired. “Well of course he does”, she quipped with a mischievous snicker. So, Pandora decided to take a leap of faith and tell Sister Rose the story of how she could speak to animals. She explained that sometimes she even talked to her Grandmother Rosemary, but her Mother didn’t believe in that stuff. That is why she had sent her to a psychiatrist. Sister Rose then pulled out her bible, which she always carried with her and turned to Corinthians 12. She read to her about The Gifts of the Spirit and then said, “So you see, dear one, we all have different gifts, but they are all from the same God”. It was then that Pandora knew her calling. One day she would become a nun, just like Sister Rose. Years passed and Pandora grew to become a beautiful, young woman. She still talked to Sister Rose from time to time. They had planted a garden together in the backyard of her new home. And while she was tending to her sunflowers a honey bee came buzzing past and whispered in her ear, “Now is the time for to dedicate your life to service, dear one. Your Sister name will be Honey B Drippin of the Buzzing Hive. Now go forth and Spread Love”… And
that is the story of how Honey B Drippin was born!
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