THE INSPECTOR LADY JUST NOW CAME BY, ALL I HAVE TO DO IS PAY 25. BUCKS, GET HER FIXED AND HER SHOTS AND I CAN KEEP HER. BUT.. AS SOON AS SAM AND EDWARD ARE BIG ENOUGH.. THEY NEED NEW HOMES.
I HAVE 2 MONTHS TO GET HER FIXED AND HER SHOTS.... I AM SO FREAKEN EXCITED..LOL AND IN MY MIND I AM DOING FLIPS...
i have been up now for 24 hours and i feel like i am stoned. i had my inspection and passed with flying colors. i should be happy but i am not. moo-moo went mental and jumped on the screen door right as the inspector was leaving. now she is going to call the human society and see about taking her and the babies away. moo-moo was not my cat orginaly. we had a mentaly retarded couple move in a while back and she was theirs. well she went to GA to be with family and he had a seizure and is now a human vegtable. moo-moo showed up clinging to my screen door back in DEC. of 07. we adopted her. she has been here ever since.
the inspector was really nice and if i had the money to get her fixed and get her shots up to date i could keep her...and pay 25.00 a month till i paid 350.00 pet deposit. i dont have that type of money because i am on a fixed income. the kittens would have to go either way. so now she is going to call aspca. i am very sad. everytime a cat finds me.. it either gets murdered or i have to make it go away or lose my home. it's not fair and it's not right.
i was planning on trying to get her fixed anyways... i'm just in an evil foul mood now..... life suxs then you die.. end of story.
Received this today -- it says checked with
snopes but, as always, I checked it myself - it is real.
Anyone-using Internet mail such as Yahoo, Hotmail, AOL and
so on.
This information arrived this morning, Direct from both
Microsoft and
Norton.
Please send it to everybody you know who has access t o the
Internet.
You may receive an apparently harmless e-mail titled
'Mail Server Report'
If you open either file, a message will appear on your
screen saying:
'It is too late now, your life is no longer
beautiful.'
Subsequently you will LOSE EVERYTHING IN YOUR PC, And the
person who
sent it to you will gain access to your name, e-mail and
password.
This is a new virus which started to circulate on Saturday
afternoon.
AOL has already confirmed the severity, and the anti virus
software's
are not capable of destroying it.
The virus has been created by a hacker who calls himself
'life owne.
PLEASE SEND A COPY OF THIS E-MAIL TO ALL YOUR FRIENDS, And
ask them to
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THIS HAS BEEN CONFIRMED BY SNOPES
my son has a very nasty habit of picking up sticks, thorns, and branches. he brings all of these home and leaves them right in the middle of the livingroom.
most of them i get to sneak back outside and throw away. others he finally gets tired of hearing me bitch and tosses them outside hisself.
needless to say i have a closet full of sticks.
well jacob had this wise idea to bring a rusted can home full of these long icky thorns. they came off of some kind of tree (or so he says). well i ranted and raved and he finally put the can and thorns on the front porch under a chair.
to make a long story short... i went to turn the waterhose on yesterday.. i found where the wind had blow the stupid thorns. i found them with my foot. now my foot (actually my baby toe on one foot, crack of my big toe on the other foot, and my heel) is all nicely swollen and infected.
i believe my son is the spawn of an alien out to murder me (not really but it sounds good)
A BLONDE GUY GETS HOME EARLY FROM WORK AND HEARS STRANGE NOISES COMING FROM THE BEDROOM. HE RUSHES UPSTAIRS TO FIND HIS WIFE NAKED ON THE BED, SWEATING AND PANTING. 'WHAT'S UP?' HE SAYS 'I'M HAVING A HEART ATTACK,' CRIES THE WOMAN. HE RUSHES DOWNSTAIRS TO GRAB THE PHONE, BUT JUST AS HE'S DIALING, HIS 4-YEAR OLD SON COMES UP AND SAYS 'DADDY! DADDY! UNCLE TED'S HIDING IN YOUR CLOSET AND HE'S GOT NO CLOTHES ON.
THE GUY SLAMS THE PHONE DOWN AND STORMS UPSTAIRS INTO THE BEDROOM, PAST HIS SCREAMING WIFE, AND RIPS OPEN THE WARDROBE DOOR. SURE ENOUGH, THERE IS HIS BROTHER, TOTALLY NAKED, COWERING ON THE CLOSET FLOOR. 'YOU ROTTEN S.O.B.
,' SAYS THE HUSBAND, 'MY WIFE'S HAVING A HEART ATTACK AND YOU'RE RUNNING AROUND NAKED SCARING THE KIDS!'
OKAY.. WE ARE GETTING MORE AND MORE PEOPLE TO SAY OKAY ON THE CALENDAR AND HAVE NOW AGREED THAT WE ARE GOING TO DONATE PROCEEDS TO
http://www.one.org/
THAT WAY IT HELPS PEOPLE ALL OVER THE WORLD NOT JUST THE UNTIED STATES OF AMERICA.
I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR FEED BACK ON THIS PLEASE.
i've been talking (well typing) with Michael Laimo (horror author). mann, this guy is soo freaken hot and sweet. i could just eat him up for dinner..
anyways.. i have a buddy on myspace. we were laughing and going on and i told her about an idea that i had for a "Men of Horror" calendar.
she asked Michael Laimo and then started asking other horror writers if they would be interested in doing one. they said yes. hahahahahha i am so forken excited. so for the better part of the day i have been sending out messages to different authors, ghost hunters, and demonologists.
the list so far is tiny as most havent responded yet.. right now we have Michael Laimo (of course),Martin Treanor, Michael West, and one other guy.
If this thing takes off, I am going to be so happy. Course it's a non profit thing but still... i am just so freaken excited.
i need to be cleaning house for inspection monday but i just dont have it in me. plus jacob keeps messing things up.. the little monkey.
i've got to wash the inside and outside of the fridge and freezor, mow the front yard, sweep and mop again, dust yet again, and straighten up both bedrooms, oh and make sure all closets are neat, my b.o.b. is not in the med closet in the bathroom, get all cobwebs down, and make sure the windows and seals are clean. Plus i have to keep it all clean until after 10:30 monday.. let's hope i can..lol out of 8 years i havent messed up an inspection yet.. knock on wood.
okay, i am a bit freaked out this morning. the post that i had up of myself.. i had deleted yesterday. i logon today and the post is back up.
what the crap?? is this tblog revenge for streaking yesterday??
if that wasnt the post i had deleted (which i know it was), then what had i deleted??
anyways.. an easy way to wash your outside windows.. is to take a sponge mop, gallon of soapy water and a water hose. just make sure you dont have an evil child who would rather soap and spray you instead of the windows..lol
never use oven cleaner on the bath tub.. it stains.. and if you spray oven cleaner on your toilet.. besure you wash IT ALL off.
with all that being said.. i am now off to bed cause i had weird dreams all last night about MICHAEL LAIMO - HORROR AUTHOR and couldnt really sleep (yes they were dirty if you must ask and they were weird. think ive been on myspace too much)
GRANDMA BOUGHT A BUMPER STICKER FOR HER OLD BUICK!
She writes:
The other day I went to the local religious bookstore where I saw a "Honk if you REALLY know Jesus" bumper sticker. I bought it and put it on the back bumper of my car and I'm really glad I did. What an uplifting experience followed.
I was stopped at the light of a busy intersection...just lost in thought about the Lord, and didn't noticed that the light had changed. That bumper sticker really worked!! I found lots of people who love Jesus. Why, the guy behind me started to honk like crazy.
He really must love the Lord because pretty soon he leaned out his window and yelled, "Jesus Christ!" as loud as he could. Why, it was like a football game with him shouting, "Go, Jesus Christ, Go"!
In a clear, ringing voice, somebody behind him yelled "move along for Christ's sake!"
Then everyone else started honking too; so I leaned out my window and waved and smiled to all those loving people. There must have been a guy from Florida back there because I could hear him yelling something about a sunny beach, and I saw him waving in a funny way with only his middle finger stuck up in the air. I had recently asked my two grandsons what that meant. They kind of squirmed, looked at each other, giggled and told me that it was a Hawaiian good luck sign; so I leaned out the window and gave him the good luck sign back. A couple of the people were so caught up in the joy of the moment that they got out of their cars and were walking towards me.
I bet they wanted to pray, but just then I noticed that the light had changed, and I stepped on the gas. It's a good thing I did, because I was the only car to get across the intersection. I looked back at them standing there. I leaned out the window, and gave them a big smile, and held up the Hawaiian Good Luck sign as I drove away.
Praise the Lord for such wonderful folks! Love ya all,
A First Grade Teacher had twenty-five students in her class and she presented each child in her class the first half of a well known proverb and asked them to come up with the remainder of the proverb. It's hard to believe these are actually done by first graders. Their insight may surprise you.
While reading these keep in mind that these are first graders, 6-years-olds, because the last one is classic!
1. Don’t change horses……&he llip;until they stop running.
2. Strike while the……&helli p;……&hellip ;bug is close.
3. Its always darkest before……&he llip;……&hel lip;Daylight Saving Time.
4. Never underestimate the power of……&hellip ;…….termites.
5. You can lead a horse to water but……&helli p;……&hellip ;…..how?
6. Don’t bite the hand that……&hell ip;……&helli p;looks dirty.
7. No new is……&hellip ;…impossible.
8. A miss is as good as a……… ……….Mr.
9. You can’t teach an old dog new……&helli p;……&hellip ;…math.
10. If you lie down with dogs ………& hellip;..you’ll stink in the morning.
11. Love all, trust……&hel lip;……&hell ip;…..me.
12. The pen is mightier than the……&helli p;……&hellip ;……..pigs.
13. An idle mind is……&hellip ;.the best way to relax.
today has gone by way to fast. evil mud man still hasn't showed back up. i bet ya'll a dollar that he'll show up right as i am cleaning for inspection which is next monday.
i went to the psycho-chem doctor (drug doc) today and she took me off of 1125mg of lithum cr and put me on 600mg of full strength lithum. is there a difference?? i have no idea. i think on this one i get more of the dose instead of it being time released and i have to have blood work every 2 to 3 weeks.
that's all she done. it was a major waste of time (in my book anyways).
it's been raining and cold all day. i need some sunlight..
moomie is doing fine and the babies are sucken like crazy. she's spending more time outside by herself and they are sleeping longer. is dont know what im going to do come next monday and i have the inspection.. oh well, things will work out.
as jacob and i were laying in bed last night talking (he cant sleep in his room cause evil mudd man has it tore up and he's not sleeping in a room that the wall is all jacked up in). i asked if he could meet one person.. who would it be. he thought for a bit and finally said he wanted to meet george lopez (comic) and yoda. i thought i would die laughing. but i kept the giggles in so as not to hurt his little feelings. he is one funny little boy.
who would i like to meet... i would like to meet Michael Laimo. He is an awesome author and he's f i n e, fine.
anyways.. all is well in my world, at least for the time being. i think i'm going to get off here now and get ready to watch paranormal state. i sooo forken love my scary stuff..
it seems as if all i ever get done is shaving, lotioning, and tweezing hair. i was scratching behind my knee today and found a 2 inch long hair. how do i know it was that long?? well... after jacob finally pulled it out for me, we measured it. yup.. that sucker was 2 inches long.
i went to brush my teeth this morning and i had old man eyebrows waving at me and some really long nose hairs swinging in the breeze. (old man eyebrows is when they are bushy and sticken out all over the place and you just want to lick your finger and stick them back down)
when i went to put my deodarant on.. i swear to the gods that i could have braided and put beads in my arm hair (ewww i know).
what the crap is happening to my body hair?? it's not a full moon. it's like over night it just decided to grow or jacob snuck and covered me with fertilzer. heck, i dont know. i do know i've spent the day removing hair in places it shouldn't be and wishing for hair in places it should be.
between dragon skin and psycho hair growth...oh and massive memory lose.. i'm beginning to think i'm getting old or something..well i know i am but you know what i mean (i hope cause i dont)
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anyways... i put some cat food, some goat milk, some water, and some ham in the blender. I mixed it all up and made moo-moo some mushy cat food. i had crap loads of the stuff so i've jared and refridgerated what i didnt put on her little plate. she was very happy. as far as i know Sam and Edward are doing fine.
now i'm off to cook dinner.. and check for more weird hair growths..
I AM SOOOO SORRY! MY LAST POST, WHICH HAS NOW BEEN DELETED, WAS APPRENTLY A FAKE AND A PHISING SITE. I THOUGHT IT WAS REAL BUT SHOULD HAVE KNOW SINCE IT WAS SENT TO ME ON MYSPACE (shakes fist at myspace). AND WAS UTTERLY HORRIBLE.
I OWE A HUGE THANK YOU AND HUG TO BOTH MIMI AND AUNTC.
THANK YOU VERY MUCH LADIES!!!
I WAS USING FIREFOX SO THAT I COULD LISTEN TO BEYOND REALITY RADIO (ONLINE) AND STILL SURF THE WEB. PLUS AT 10 IS THE HORROR AUTHOR MICHAEL LAIMO LIVE ONLINE. IF THAT MAKES ANY SINCE.
ANYWAYS... I WASN'T USING INTERNET EXPLORER WITH THE ANTI-PHISHING TOOL SO I COULDNT DETECT IT. I AM NOW BACK ON IE AND RUNNING MY ANTI-PHISHER AND YES I CHANGED ALL OF MY PASSWORDS SO HOPEFULLY I WONT GET BLOCKED ON HERE AGAIN BECAUSE SOMEONE GOT MY PASSWORD AND CHOSE TO SEND OUT ABUSIVE MESSAGES.
after my last post... i got to thinking... if fractal could do it.. then by golly so could i!
i have now washed 2 loads of laundry and hung them out to drive. i peeled some spuds for real mashed taters. and placed the peels in my flower beds. i watered my flower seeds and planted some beans. i made dinner. took out the trash. and sat outside for a bit enjoying nature.
somewhere there was a woodpecker pecking, a family of chick-a-dees singing, a wise old cardinal creeping around, a slight breeze blowing, the trees russeling, moo-moo was beside me stretched out on the warm cement and i was enjoying it all.
now i'm sitting here listening to beyondrealityradio.com (to the ghost hunters) and typing this out.
in a sec. i gotta wash dinner dishes and then just veg... Hope everyone has a nice relaxing weekend..
SAM AND EDWARD ARE TWO LITTLE EATING MACHINES. ALL YOU HEAR WHEN YOU GO INTO THE BEDROOM ARE MOO-MOOS PURRS, SLURP, SLURP, SLURP, AND LITTLE TINY MEOWS. I'VE BEEN TRYING TO LEAVE THEM ALONE BUT JACOB GOES IN THERE LIKE EVERY HOUR. I CAME OUT OF THE THRONE ROOM AND FOUND HIM LAYING IN THE CLOSET TALKING TO ALL 3 OF THEM.
I KNOW, I KNOW... HE'LL GET RING WORM OR CAUSE THEM TO GET THAT ICKY EYE STUFF OF JUST PISS HER OFF. IT'S LIKE TELLING A BULL NO WHEN IT'S AROUSED. THERE'S NO STOPPING HIM. GEE... I WONDER WHERE HE GETS THAT FROM.
JACOB IS CURRENTLY OUTSIDE ROLLING AROUND IN THE GRASS AT HIS FRIENDS HOUSE. YES HE IS SAFE.. HIS BUDDIES MOM SITS ON THE PORCH WITH THEM.
WHAT AM I UP TO.. BESIDES TYPING THIS ~GIGGLES~..WELL I JUST GOT DONE EATING STRAWBERRYS. MOO-MOO ATE HALF OF ONE..GEEZ SHE IS AN EATING MACHINE TOO. IF IT DOESNT BITE OR IS TOO HOT..SHE WILL GOBBLE IT UP. NOW I FORGOT WHAT I WAS GOING TO PUT..UMMM, LET ME THINK... OK, I WAS NAPPING. JAY WENT TO THE MOVIES WITH HIS BUDDY AND I CRAWLED BACK TO BED FOR A NAP UNTIL HE CAME HOME POUNDING ON THE DOORS SCARING ME HALF TO DEATH. THE ONLY THING IVE REALLY DONE TODAY WAS WASH DISHES, CLEAN THE KITTY PLATE, CUT UP STRAWBERRIES, AND JUST BE A VEGTABLE. FOR SOME REASON I'M JUST TIRED AND WORE OUT.
I NEED TO PLANT SEEDS, WEED EAT, DO LAUNDRY, SWEEP,MOP, VACCUM, AND SOME OTHER STUFF THAT I CANT THINK OF. I'M JUST TIRED. THINK I'LL GO TO FRACTALMOM'S BLOCK AND STEAL SOME OF HER ENERGY OR A DRINK OF WINE..LOL
I HOPE YA'LL HAVE A GREAT SATURDAY..AND DONT DRINK AND DRIVE OR WALK AND CHEW GUM ;-}
IT IS 8:51AM. i BELIEVE I HAVE HAD ABOUT 30 MINTUES TO AN HOUR OF SLEEP.
WHEN I DID SLEEP I DREAMED ABOUT KITTENS, GHOST HUNTERS (TAPS OFF OF SCIFI CHANNEL), AND SOMEONE SITTING ON MY CHEST (i think that was moo-moo in real life loving on me).
i think the reason i dreamed of taps was because i was adding them all night to my myspace page..lol i had to stay awake somehow.
she has only had 2 kittens. the first is named SAM and the second is named EDWARD. our very own lovely MIMI suggested SAM.. and Jacob said he wanted the 2nd to be EDWARD.
mr. "j" has gotten hisself a very lovely algeric reaction going on. he is algeric to fresh mowed grass and the little wiener rolled around in it yesterday. so half the night i was excited about kittens and the other half i was giving benadril and rubbing calamine lotion.
i am tired but happy. i had to get online real fast to update ya'll on my grand babies.. now i am going to try to sleep...
Moo-Moo says.."meow meow." and is looking at me like i'm nuts..
p.s. to PG.. if "evil mudd man" comes today I will be "evil pagan with a frying pan in hand"...hahahaha I had to add that
today was grocery store day.. and just about go to jail day for me.
it started out pretty good. i went to my aunts and we rode together to food city.
we laughed and gossiped and all was fine. she hurried off to the meat section to look for discounts and i went on my slow poke way to the produce section.
it wasn't untill i got to the baking section that things went sour... "J" loves biscuit and gravy but if i get the wrong type of gravy he wont eat it. i was looking at the different types of powdered gravy when this bitch stopped in front of me. now i am a big girl.. this so called lady made about 2 of me and she just stopped right there. she didnt hurry.. she actually didnt get anything.. she just stood there. so i just stood there cause her fat ass took up the whole veiw of the shelf.. finally she moved and stood beside me . did she move her buggy?? why hell no! she left it right there so i still couldnt freaken see. finally after about 4 mintues she got her flour and moved on. i got my gravey mix and looked up to see if there was anything else i needed.. the bitch was giving me the evil eye on down the row. i kept my mouth shut and pranced off.. the next asle was coffee and tea so i took my time..moving out of the way when others needed something either in front of me or behind me... cause that is what you are suppose to do in the grocery store. (am i not right??)
well here come mrs. bubble butt... she gets right in front of me again and wont move, wont say excuse me or anything... geez oh petes.. i havent had a cig in a long time and the bitch is starting to piss me off..
i choke back my anger and say excuse me.. your in my way.. to which her response is.."so". can you freaken believe that. freaken bitch. i grab my coffee.. round my shoulders back and start to say something.. just then my aunt comes around the corner.. she sees my face and comes up to me smiling.. i know that smile.. it's a calm down right now smile. (and i wonder why people are afraid of me)
she asks me what is wrong and apprently very loudly i reply with, "i'm going to knock that bitches brains out." said bitch turns around and just stares.. to which i stared right back with my i'm going to break your neck look.
my aunt calmly says..let's go.. so i follow her down two more aslies and finally to the meat section. bubble butt follows us and does the same thing.. my gosh.. does this woman want me to rip her eyes out??
i fianlly just tell my aunt that we can go to anther store to get the rest of the stuff we need. she smiles that smile and says to come on... we go to the check out lane and bubble but is no where in sight.. we go to the car and unload 2 buggies.. we get in the car.. we start to pull out and there is bubble butt blocking our way.. i start to undone my seat belt cause by this time ive had it.. my aunt just smiles and hands me a cig.. i am weak i know.. but i smoke it.. and act all cool... when we get to the next store my aunt says..."now, are we going to go in or fight with other people." i just laugh and the rest of the trip went fine.
i get home, unload everything, take off the stupid evil bra i was wearing (aunt wont go with me anywhere if i dont have a bra on), put everything away.. and sit down and relax.
now if your reading tblurt then you know that the evil harassing maintance man is here now... i'm trying my hardest to be nice and calm.. see, i'm typing this and typing to PG in tblurt... but damn it.. i so wanna smash his waterhose cutting, tree killing, poison spraying, bush killing, clothes line tearing down, face in....
6 reasons to think before you speak Here are six reasons why you should think before you speak - The last one is great!
Have you ever spoken and wished that you could Immediately take the words back... Or that you could crawl into a hole? Here are the Testimonials of a few people who did....
FIRST TESTIMONY: I walked into a hair salon with my husband and three kids in tow and asked loudly, 'How much do you charge for a shampoo and a blow job?' I turned around and walked back out and never went back.
My husband didn't say a word... He knew better.
SECOND TESTIMONY: I was at the golf store comparing different kinds of golf balls. I was unhappy with the women's type I had been using. After browsing for several minutes, I was approached by one of the good-looking gentlemen who works at the store.
He asked if he could help me.
Without thinking, I looked at him and said, 'I think I like playing with men’s balls'
THIRD TESTIMONY: My sister and I were at the mall and passed by a store that sold a variety of candy and nuts.
As we were looking g at the display case, the boy behind the counter asked if we needed any help.
I replied, 'No, I'm just looking at your nuts.
My sister started to laugh hysterically. The boy grinned, and I turned beet-red and walked away. To this day, my sister has never let me forget.
FOURTH TESTIMONY : While in line at the bank one afternoon, my toddler decided to release some pent-up energy and ran amok.
I was finally able to grab hold of her after receiving looks of disgust and annoyance from other patrons.
I told her that if she did not start behaving 'right now' she would be punished.
To my horror, she looked me in the eye and said in a voice just as threatening, 'If you don't let me go right now, I will tell Grandma that I saw you kissing Daddy's pee-pee last night!' The silence was deafening after this enlightening exchange. Even the tellers stopped what they were doing. I mustered up the last of my dignity and walked out of the bank with my daughter in tow. The last thing I heard when the door closed behind me, were screams of laughter.
FIFTH TESTIMONY: Have you ever asked your child a question too many times? My three-year-old son had a lot of problems with potty training and I was on him constantly. One day we stopped at Taco Bell for a quick lunch, in between errands. It was very busy, with a full dining room. While enjoying my taco, I smelled something funny, so of course I checked my seven-month-old daughter, she was clean. Then I realized that Danny had not asked to go potty in a while. I asked him if he needed to go, and he said 'No'. I kept thinking 'Oh Lord, that child has had an accident, and I don't have any clothes with me.
' Then I said, 'Danny, are you SURE you didn't have an accident?'
'No,' he replied. I just KNEW that he must have had an accident, because the smell was getting worse.
Soooo, I asked one more time, 'Danny did you have an accident? This time he jumped up, yanked down his pants, Bent over, spread his cheeks, and yelled, 'SEE MOM, IT'S JUST FARTS!!'
While 30 people nearly choked to death on their tacos laughing, he calmly pulled up his pants and sat down.
An old couple made me feel better, thanking me for the best laugh they'd ever had!
LAST BUT NOT LEAST TESTIMONY: This had most of the state of Michigan laughing for 2 days and a very embarrassed female news anchor who will, in the future, likely think before she speaks.
What happens when you predict snow but don't get any? We had a female news anchor that, the day after it was supposed to have snowed and didn't, turned to the weatherman and asked: 'So Bob, where's that 8 inches you promised me last night?'
Not only did HE have to leave the set, but half the crew did too they were laughing so hard!
To learn your letters you must start With a clever mind and a willing heart Each one is special, just like you And you will learn them all by the time we are through!
A is Athame, the knife that we use B is for Beltaine, when partners we choose C is for Circle where we all are one.
D is for Deosil, path of the Sun.
E is for Esbat, when we gather round F is for Fire and its crackling sound G is the Goddess in beauty and love.
H is the Horned One, our Father above.
I is for Imbolg, candles light the way, J is for June when it's Midsummer's Day K is for Karma, the things that we do L is for Lammas, harvest's almost through!
M is for Moon, riding way up so high, N is for Nighttime, which darkens the sky O is for Ostara, when we hunt for eggs, P is for Pan, with hairy goat legs
Q is the Quarters and there are just four, R for the Rites when we open the Door S is for Samhain, end of the year, T is for Tarot cards, futures to hear
U is Undines from the watery West V is Vervain for protection and rest W's Widdershins, the path of the moon.
X is the sign that's the sign of the God Y is for Yule and the sun's return Z is the Zodiac, 12 signs to learn.
To learn them all you will have to try And now it is time to say goodbye Merry have we met, and Merry have we been Merry shall we part and Merry meet again!
There is a two-word answer to those who think the Olympic torch is a symbol of harmony between nations that should be kept apart from politics – Adolf Hitler.
The ceremony played out on the streets of Paris yesterday did not originate in ancient Greece, nor even in the 19th century, when the Olympic movement was revived. The entire ritual, with its pagan overtones, was devised by a German named Dr Carl Diem, who ran the 1936 Olympics in Berlin.
Although he was not a Nazi, and was appointed to run the Olympics before the Nazis came to power, Diem adapted very quickly to the new regime, and ended the war as a fanatical military commander exhorting teenage Germans to die like Spartans rather than accept defeat. Thousands did, but not Diem, who lived to be 80.
He sold to Josef Goebbels – in charge of media coverage of the Games – the idea that 3,422 young Aryan runners should carry burning torches along the 3,422km route from the Temple of Hera on Mount Olympus to the stadium in Berlin.
It was his idea that the flame should be lit under the supervision of a High Priestess, using mirrors to concentrate the sun's rays, and passed from torch to torch along the way, so that when it arrived in the Berlin stadium it would have a quasi-sacred purity.
The concept could hardly fail to appeal to the Nazis, who loved pagan mythology, and saw ancient Greece as an Aryan forerunner of the Third Reich. The ancient Greeks believed that fire was of divine origin, and kept perpetual flames burning in their temples.
In Olympia, where the ancient games were held, the flame burnt permanently on the altar of the goddess Hestia. In Athens, athletes used to run relay races carrying burning torches, in honour of certain gods.
But the ancient Games were proclaimed by messengers wearing olive crowns, a symbol of the sacred truce which guaranteed that athletes could travel to and from Olympus safely. There were no torch relays associated with the ancient Olympics until Hitler.
The route from Olympus to Berlin conveniently passed through Bulgaria, Yugoslavia, Hungary, Austria, and Czechoslovakia - countries where the Nazis wanted to extend their influence. Before long, all would be under German military occupation. In Hungary, the flame was serenaded by gypsy musicians who would later be rounded up and sent to death camps.
In Berlin, the flame was carried the last kilometre along Berlin's main boulevard, by a 26- year-old runner named Siegfried Eifrig, who was watched by hundreds of thousands as he transferred the flame to a cauldron on an altar surrounded by vast Nazi flags. Eifrig, amazingly, is still alive, aged 98, and told the BBC this month that carrying the ceremony should be a purely sporting affair.
Despite its dark political overtones, the event was an unqualified success for the organisers, immortalised in a propaganda film by the Nazi director Leni Riefenstahl. The ritual has been repeated before each Olympics but not always with such organisational flair.
In Melbourne, in 1956, the 19-year-old athlete Ron Clark burnt his hand as he put the torch to the cauldron, because technicians had increased the gas flow, fearing it might not light. When the Games returned to Australia 44 years later, Clark was persuaded to do the honours again, and burnt his forearm during a rehearsal. One of the Australians taking part in the 2000 torch ceremony decided to do his stretch in a tractor instead of on foot.
Before yesterday, the flame had gone out just twice. It was extinguished by a sudden downpour in Montreal in 1976, when a worker scandalously relit it with a cigarette ligher, forgetting the pagan mystique involved; it should have been relit from a back-up torch. In 2004, it was blown out by a gust of wind. Yesterday's events pushed the number of such mishaps from two to five, making the President of the IOC, Jacques Rogge, furious.
"Violence for whatever reason is not compatible with the values of the torch relay or the Olympic Games," he said. Someone should have told Adolf Hitler.
Mediums are fighting new EU rules designed to protect the public from dodgy traders, fearing that honest spiritualists could be targeted.
This article appeared in the Observer on Sunday April 06 2008 on p21 of the News section. It was last updated at 01:18 on April 06 2008.
The evocative question 'Is there anybody there?' conjures up images of mediums summoning spirits in a darkened room. But now psychics must add a few riders before they invoke the voices of the dead, thanks to new consumer laws due to come into force. Breathless audiences are now likely to be asked: 'Is there anybody here... who is vulnerable, of nervous disposition, or likely to sue?'
Indeed, a whole list of disclaimers must be added to the spiritualists' spiel if they are to avoid an avalanche of writs following the repeal next month of the Fraudulent Mediums Act, to be replaced by the new Consumer Protection Regulations. Promises to raise the dead, secure good fortune or heal through the laying on of hands are all at risk of legal action from disgruntled customers. Spiritualists say they will be forced to issue disclaimers, such as 'this is a scientific experiment, the results of which cannot be guaranteed'. They claim the new regulations will leave them open to malicious civil action by sceptics.
The problem is that very little in the multi-million-pound psychic industry in Britain is for free, and anyone charging or accepting 'gifts' in exchange for a service is bound by the new regulations. There are charges for seances, Tarot, psychic readings and clairvoyance. Spiritualist church service-goers - and there are more than 300 spiritualist churches in Britain - are charged or asked for donations. Psychic mailings - letters promising spiritualist services in exchange for a cheque - are estimated to have cost Britons £40m in 2006-07, according to Office of Fair Trading research. Psychic services via telephone, online and satellite TV keep the tills ringing further.
For the past half-century, 'genuine' mediums have been protected by the 1951 Fraudulent Mediums Act, under which prosecutors had to prove fraud and dishonest intent to secure a criminal conviction, which was difficult. There have been fewer than 10 convictions in the past 20 years. With that protection gone, there will now be nothing between the medium and the trading standards officer - and no need to prove fraud. Instead it will be up to the trader, in this case the medium, to prove they did not mislead, coerce or take advantage of any 'vulnerable' consumers.
Take Some Time and actually Read this this is a GUY TALKING.
IT'S 7TH GRADE.
I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so called 'best friend'. I stared at her. Long, silky hair. And I wished she was mine. But she didn't notice me like that. I knew it. After class she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before, And I handed them to her. She said 'thanks'. And gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted,, to tell her. I want her to know that I don't want to be 'just friends'. I love her but I'm too shy to tell her, And I don't know why.
IT'S JUNIOR YEAR.
My phone rang. On the other end it was her. She was in tears. Mumbling on and on about how her love had broken her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone. So I did, As I sat next to her on the sofa. I stared at her soft eyes. Wishing she was mine. After 2 hours. A Drew Barrymore movie. And 3 bags of chips. She decided to go to sleep. She looked at me. Said 'thanks' and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her. I want her to know. That I don't want to be 'just friends'. I love her but I'm too shy to tell her. And I don't know why.
IT'S SENIOR YEAR.
The day before prom. She walked to my locker. 'My date is sick' she said. He's not going to go. Well. I didn't have a date and in 7th grade. We made a promise that if neither of us had dates. We'd go together just as 'best friends'. And so we did.
IT'S PROM NIGHT.
After everything was over with. I was standing at her front door step. I stared at her. She smiled at me. I wanted her to be mine. But she doesn't think of me like that. And I know it. Then she said 'I had the best time. Thanks!'. And she gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her. I wanted her to know that I don't want to be 'just friends'. I love her but I'm just too shy. And I don't know why.
IT'S GRADUATION DAY.
A day passed. And then a week. And then a month. Before I could blink. It was graduation day. I watched her. Perfect body. Floated like an angel up on stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine. But she doesn't think of me that way. And I know it. Before everyone went home. She came to me in her smock and hat. And cried as I hugged her. Then she lifted her head from my shoulders and said 'you're my best friend'. 'Thanks!'. And gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her. I wanted to know that I wanted to be more than 'just friends'. I love her but I'm too shy. And I don't know why.
IT'S A FEW YEARS LATER.
Now I sit in the pews of the church. A church that she is getting married in now. I watched her say 'I do' an drive off to her new life. Married to another man. I wanted her to be mine. But she didn't see me like that. And I knew it. But before she drove away. She came to me and said 'You came!. Thanks!'. And she kissed me on the cheek. I wanted to tell her. I wanted her to know that I didn't want to be 'just friends'. I love her but I'm just too shy. And I don't know why.
YEARS PASSED.
I look down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my 'best friend'. At the service they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years. This is what it said. 'I stare at him. Wishing he was mine. But he doesn't notice me like that. And I know it. I wanted to tell him, I wanted him to know. That I don't want to be 'just friends'. I love him but I'm just too shy. And I don't know why. I wish he would tell me he loved me'. I wish I did too. I thought to myself and I cried.
REPOST THIS IN THE NEXT 20 MINUTES AND
SOMEONE WILL TELL YOU THEY
LOVE YOU
AND WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR YOU.
BUT IF YOU
BREAK THIS CHAIN YOU WILL HAVE
RELATIONSHIP PROBLEMS FOR THE NEXT 13
YEARS!!
SINCE U OPENED THIS
SOMETHING GOOD
WILL
HAPPEN TO U AT 11:52 PM
IF YOU'RE A GIRL POST THIS AS "This is why I cant tell him" IF YOU'RE A GUY POST THIS AS "This is why i cant tell her"
The poor, poor person who's body was found on Monday afternoon... (sigh) had been there for 5 days.
They had been shot and the gun was laying beside them.
The police can not find their family.
We have buzzards (that are protected by law), they are what tipped others off to something being dead. Monday was the first rainfree day in about 5 days.
The news showed pictures where the body was found.... if I had moved to the apartment across the street from mine back in Jan. (when I had the fire...) it would have been in my backyard. On top of a hill but still in my backyard.
A drunk man was arrested yesterday. He had come from the body spot waving a pole and screaming. Just 10 minutes before "J" got off the school bus. The police do not know (or wont say) if he was involved in the death.
I was on the porch reading a gardening book waiting for "J's" school bus as I do daily.
Since Monday.. the police have been doing a drive thru every hour on the hour. At about 1:30am last night , they stopped in front of my apartment and were shining their flashlights all over the place. How do I know this.. cause I was sitting on the couch watching a blank tv set with my hair sticken up all over the place trying to recall why I had woke up and what I was doing in the living room. Suddenly I heard doors slamming and seen lights flashing all over my walls. Needless to say I got my butt back into bed really fast. (yeah I know, like that would have helped)
I'll find out today from one of my neighbors what was going on..then I'll pass it on.
Tuesday, April 8, 2008 by Sarah R. Gregory, Bobby Rader News Director
Greeneville Police are investigating a body discovered in a wooded area just off Arnold Road Monday afternoon, but have released no details this morning.
Captain Terry Webb confirmed yesterday that Detective Lieutenants Tim Ward and Beth Dyke were investigating "a death".
The discovery was made during the 2 o'clock hour Monday afternoon. At this time, there is no indication that foul play is involved, but other information about the investigation is not yet available. Greene County Medical Examiner Ray Crum was called to the scene shortly before 2:30 PM.
More information is expected from Greeneville Police later this morning
A BODY WAS FOUND YESTERDAY AT ABOUT 2:20PM ON ARNOLD ROAD IN THE WOODS. MY CHILD PLAYS IN THOSE WOODS WITH A COUPLE OF HIS FRIENDS. HE DIDNT GO OUT TO PLAY UNTIL ABOUT 3:50 YESTERDAY. IF HE HAD GONE EARLIER HE WOULD HAVE FOUND THE DEAD BODY.
I AM VERY UPSET RIGHT NOW. I RECALL LOOKING OUT THE FRONT DOOR AND UP THE WOODED HILL TO WHERE A CAR WAS PARKED.. I THOUGHT POSSIBLY THE COPS WERE DOING A DRUG SURVALIANCE... THEY DO THAT ALOT. THEY PARK UP THERE ON THE HILL AND LOOK DOWN WITH THEIR BINOCULARS. I SHOULD HAVE REALIZED THAT 90% OF THE DRUG PEOPLE HAVE BEEN EVICTED.
J HAD COME HOME AND TOLD ME THAT THERE HAD BEEN A LOT OF COPS UP ON THE HILL WHEN HE AND C WERE IN THE WOODS PLAYING WAR IN THEIR CLUB HOUSE. HE EVEN SAID A CAR STOPPED AND SHOUTED SOMETHING AT THEM... I JUST THOUGHT IT WAS SOME OLD PERSON BEING A BULLY. LIKE THE ONE WHO SAID THEY COULD NO LONGER PLAY IN THE CHURCH PARKING LOT.
ARE OUR CHILDREN NOT SAFE ANYWHERE?? I HEARD THIS ON THE MORNING NEWS WHILE WAITING ON THE SCHOOL BUS THIS MORNING... YET EVERYWHERE I HAVE LOOKED FOR MORE INFO SHOWS NOTHING.....
I'M JUST REALLY UPSET NOW.... DAMN IT.. MY 9 YEAR OLD CHILD COULD HAVE FOUND A DEAD BODY OR HELL EVEN BEEN KILLED IF THAT PERSON WAS MURDERED..... I AM BUYING A GUN NOW..THAT'S ALL THERE IS TOO IT
Garlic (Allium sativum L.) may be the oldest cultivated plant by humans and is of the same general plant family as lillies and onions and leeks. More than botanical designations, garlic is a lifeform, that is, a living being that continues to remain alive by dividing or cloning itself into many miniature versions of itself and basically consumes its old self in the process of becoming its new self.
The heart and soul, as it were, of the garlic is the so-called true stem, or basal plate from which the roots extend downward and the leaves, cloves and false stalk (properly called scape) emerge and reach upward seeking light and air, for it is the sun and air that power the water pump that is a garlic plant. It is from this true stem that the mother clove gives her life to all her daughter cloves, passing her very essence on directly to them.
Garlic grows by dissolving nutrients and drawing the nutrient laden moisture into its roots and drawing it up to the true stem where it is used to build various parts of the plant. The whole time, the tiny central heart of the plant is growing like a nautilus in its chambered shell, for it's growth pattern is a spiral, with new growth forming at the center and maturing as the new little cloves work their way around and out from their birthplace at the the center, growing ever larger as they dance round the center in celebration of their lives as if honoring their giver of life as they take their first steps in their trip through life. What else could it be?
Garlic is undeniably a living entity that responds to its environment. As diners, we justify our wholesale slaughter of our defenseless little brethren by agreeing to preserve their species by becoming growers and thereby allowing the garlic species not only to carry on their kind, but promising to let them live in sumptuous quarters, free from interference by weeds on the condition that they have plenty of kids we can eat.
Sunlight and atmospheric gasses provide energy to power the process and as sunlight increases with the day-length in spring, the pump works harder and harder until the intensity of the sun causes it to burn out and the plant withdraws all its liquid resources back down into the rapidly forming cloves and it withdraws to the cool underground to wait until fall so it can begin the process of growing again, this time in multiplex.
Have you ever noticed that you only run out of t.p. when you're all alone in the house...
Have you ever noticed that when you are talken to a good looken person that one of you always has something hangen out of your nose...
Have you ever noticed that people only come over when your tired or sick.. when your healthy there is no one around...
Have you ever noticed that when your trying to quit something... everyone around you is doing that thing..
Have you ever noticed that when ever your really craving something you can never find it in your home..
Have you ever noticed that when you have to get up early in the morning for something important you can't sleep.. but any other time you sleep like a log..
Have you ever noticed that when your in the middle of doing something (like me typing this out) that that time is when your child/spouse wishes to ask you questions or bug you...
Have you ever notcied that you almost always swallow your chewing gum...
Have you ever noticed that when your really bored there isn't a soul online...
Have you ever noticed that these 4 people are always in the top 4 on line spaces.. numawaddah isaacadixon84 fernandolavila38 lowellesowards35
Can We Get Along? Author: Terry Lee [a WitchVox Sponsor] Posted: April 6th. 2008 Times Viewed: 414
I was born at night. Before my eyes could focus, I was circumcised against my will and baptized without my approval. Here I am starting out in life and already gave a pound of flesh and this dark cloud keeps following me! It was not until I reached the “Age Of Reason” that my father instructed me how to rid myself of the cloud. The flesh? A lost cause. Probably used for chum or shark bait.
But what about the cloud over Paganism? That negative opinion of the general public?
This is the subject of this essay.
In 2007, Pagans had a major victory over the Government with the Pentacle issue. Ten long years of lies and deception. You know the rest. “What a tangled web we weave when we practice to deceive”. The government was caught in their own web of deception. This victory was greeted with tremendous jubilation and rightly so.
Sadly, other events occurred in 2007 that caused pain for some of our brethren and apathy in others.
In the summer of 2007, it was brought to my attention the dilemma of a young Wiccan mother who had lost custody of her children. Not because of drugs, child molestation, or instability on her part (A.K.A. – B. Spears). This poor soul's “crime” was being Wiccan.
The judge, a female conservative Christian, refused to listen to a truthful explanation about Wicca. The judge felt she knew enough; she would not permit little children to be raised in an immoral atmosphere like Wicca.
As of October 2007, the ACLU accepted the mother's case. Sadly, this young mother is not alone; many Wiccans are in the same situation. Will someone please tell me again about our “guaranteed” Constitutional Rights?
In December 2007, Internet news posted an article stating the U.S. military is forcing right-wing Christianity upon unsuspecting troops preparing for a tour of duty in Iraq. This does not bode well for Pagans in uniform. Now let’s take this one step further.
Our country has Muslims and Jews in the armed forces who are serving with dignity and honor in this war. We can only wonder what these folk feel. As of this writing, a suit was filed in Federal Court to stop this indoctrination and discriminatory behavior on the part of the U.S. military.
Before the congressional holiday break in December 2007, Congress passed H.R. #847. This was a proclamation with many “Wherefores” and “Whereas” praising Christmas and Christianity for all the good our country has derived from them.
Well, this is nice.
However, in the month of December, Jews, Muslims, Wiccans, Druids, and Heathens also celebrate major feast days (Let’s not forget our Buddhist, Shinto, Hindu, and Native American friends). I did not see any H.R. # for the rest of us.
Is then, Christianity the unofficial “official” religion of the U.S.A.? According to the Constitution the answer is NO. Unfortunately, many of the Christian Right appear to think so.
A few days before this essay was written, I bumped into a young lady I did not see for over five years. A lot can and does happen in five years. "Are you married? Any kids? How is your career going?" The answer to those questions was all in the negative. No time was wasted, however, in telling me she “found Jesus”.
I am not being derogatory here. Five years ago this gal was living in a spiritual wasteland. So for this person, at least for now, this is a good thing. She then proceeded to tell me she is "waiting on the right Christian man to “give” herself to in marriage", "the United States is a Christian Nation, therefore, we must fight “them” and convert them", (meaning Islam) and finally, "Terry, you are going to hell because you are a devil worshipping Pagan!"
I really wanted to believe this blather would die when Falwell passed on. But then again, Ann Coulter is still breathing.
“There are colors on the street, Red, white, and blue, People shufflin’ their feet, People sleepin’ in their shoes. We got a thousand points of light, For the homeless man, We got a kinder, gentler machine gun hand.” *
The Vatican holds conferences the world over to stem the “Pagan Influence”. Do you think they forgot it was the Church who christened our Ancestors Pagani and Heathen because they lived in the country?
We are not cults that brainwash young people. We are Pagan. With moral sensibilities that by far outshine their average adherents. This brings me to a real story I just gotta tell ya!
A friend of mine, a Witch, recently had a close encounter of that third kind. She and two of her friends were invited by a Catholic Priest to be his “guests” for a social sit down with some of his parishioners.
My friend and associates lasted about thirty minutes.
The priest, you see, had five “elderly ladies” at his side who did nothing more than repeat claims about Wiccans that have been proven over and over again to be patently false. When efforts were made to make the correction, my friend was accused of lying. And of course, being deceived by the devil.
Do you think these folk should, well maybe, pick up their Bible and look at Matthew; Chapter Seven, Verse One? I just had to tell ya!
And of course that old chestnut, “You all are going to hell” gets trotted out, as mentioned earlier, often in my neck of the woods. The attitude of “We are the only way and you are the wrong way” is diatribe that, in the immortal words of Cool Hand Luke, provokes “A failure to communicate”.
Well then, what are Pagans doing for acceptance and understanding? Read on.
Human psychology is such that anything deviating from the currently accepted social norm is, well, deviant. It is only when a different patterned behavior is understood by the majority it then becomes less socially unacceptable to the mainstream. A good example is... Christianity.
Historically, we know it took many years (centuries, really) for Christianity to gain ground swell acceptance. One of the things they did -- and did very well -- was in educating the public. Freemasonry is another example. The masons opened themselves up for any prying eyes to find out they are not the bug-a-boo the Church still says they are.
When I was active in the Rosicrucians, we held two “public meetings” every year. We published the program and managed to get press coverage. Hell, for two years we obtained proclamations from the Mayors of Allentown and Bethlehem PA. (That these fellows were masons and we met in their hall did not hurt—this is called 'networking').
A key appears to be in the education of the public... over, and over, and over again. Until it sticks.
OK, what about public ritual? Why not! We have nothing to hide.
Isaac Bonewits, the founder of ADF (Arn’ Draiocht Fein – A Druid Fellowship), along with his wife Phaedra believe public Pagan events, including ritual, are key in educating the general public. By witnessing us, and even participating with us, ignorance can be diffused. It does not hurt to feed the public when you have them as an audience. The social sciences point out humans are more communicative when eating with others than at any other time.
Eating and drinking together. What a novel idea.
Rev. Selena Fox of Circle Sanctuary travels the country touting Pagan causes, achievements, and goals. Rev. Fox discusses the defeat of anti-Pagan legislation (Helms’ amendment in 1985; Barrs’ legislation in 1999), equality, cemetery rights, military affairs, employment and child custody discrimination, prison chaplaincy programs, and even business zoning discrimination. These are just some examples of what can be done. And let us not forget the mighty efforts of Witchvox!
As a member of Pagan Federation International (PFI), I get to see what is happening across “the pond”. PFI exists as a Pagan mouthpiece and defender of Pagan rights. PFI appears to be a mainline coordinator for Pagan activities in the UK and on the Continent.
In their Pagan Dawn magazine, the events calendar is chock-full of things to do. You do not have to wait for a Sabbat or a Full Moon to come around. There are plenty of pub moots, festivals, classes, and other fun fellowship activities to fill in the gaps—even weekdays!
It also appears our European brethren have an easier time with the law and public acceptance than we do in the States. We do have Constitutional Guarantees. But as written in previous paragraphs, these rights are easily trampled on.
There is a radical idea that has been kicked around for a long time. Some sort of fruition of this idea could help with the general public and legal matters. But before I begin, let's see what history can teach us – if we are willing to learn.
Understand that the victor always writes and re-writes history for their benefit. Always.
Julius Caesar in his epic, The Gallic Wars, railed on and on about his triumphs, including how many people he was responsible for killing. What nonsense. He boasted how he “eliminated” Druidry. Just plain B.S. When you keep in mind Caesar was writing to impress a somewhat skeptical government of his success to gain more manpower and supplies, his bravado makes more sense.
Gaul became Caesar’s springboard to ultimate power. Now he did not have to sleep with the wives of his political opponents to gain their secrets. He became the Power. (Yes. He did “sleep” his way to the top!)
The Church certainly wrote and re-wrote its history to suit its ongoing needs. Who was it who told the tale of the Heretics? Not Pagans.
Plant herbs, you will burn. What they fail to tell you is our Ancestors were the go-to folk in the early Church when they needed something; like, how about—can you heal me? That was forgotten when the knowledge possessed by our Ancestors became a threat to Church domination.
So much for a helping hand.
The Women’s’ Suffrage Movement points to other ways we can gain respect and get our views across. The Movement began with Matilda Gage in the 1890s’. Over thirty years later, women got what they wanted – the Vote. They did it by marching. And marching. And more marching. They filled the streets with banners, slogans, and debated their ideals in the Media.
I am sure there was plenty more of “Not tonight. I have a headache” until their voting right was assured. But please understand this did not happen overnight. (Not the sex, the right to vote silly!) It took time and a determined effort coupled with a growing number of people willing to speak out. The Civil Rights Movement of the 1960s’ used a similar formula.
Time and the increased number of people……&he llip;Hmmmmm.
A bully will back off when humiliated enough. I am not suggesting violence but I am advocating fierce debate. Dual with words and facts. Research history and research your religion, even theirs.
It is sad when the average Pagan knows more about Christianity than the average Christian. I believe now is the time to discuss that radical idea mentioned earlier.
It’s called Unity.
Before you smash your keyboard in disgust and have serious thoughts of smoting me, hear me out. I for one would find it difficult, but not impossible, to unite Pagans. I cannot emphasize enough the definition of the word “difficult”.
Our traditions are varied and broad. The last sentence sums up our salvation and dissolution. We have adapted to radical change over centuries to what some would call abuse.
Unity would mean a tremendous amount of give-and-take for all Pagans involved. I am not advocating a one supreme religion kind of thing but more of a loose confederation based on our commonalities and goals. However, I do not think we are ready for that step---yet.
There are other bridges to cross first.
We have to “police” our own ranks. In a previous paragraph, I wrote, “We are not cults that brainwash young people…” We do not go out beating the bushes for adherents. However, we do have within our ranks people claiming to be Pagan who are bilking the general public and our brethren. These folk are not Pagans, but scammers.
More powerful than money is power over people. Money can just be a delivery vehicle. Many times fear and intimidation are used.
Check this out. Recently I spoke with folk who left one part of the country for another because of the intimidation of the HP and HPS of their coven. Not only did these so-called elders run the coven through intimidation but tried, and succeeded in some cases, to manage the private lives of coveners.
Humans are not supposed to be lemmings. This example is shades of Orwell’s 1984, Witch style. HPs and HPSs are human and suffer from the same crap we all do. We all make mistakes. However, when things like the above happen, it is time to leave. When you hand over the control of your life to someone else, you will not like the fruit it bears.
The negative actions of folk like these hurt the Pagan Movement the most. They must be held up by the majority as 'what not to do' and unmasked as to what they really are.
As a side note, Muslims look at Christians and say, ” How can you claim to be right when you cannot agree on the celebration of your gods’ supposed birth and death?” This is a kind of disunity that haunts Christendom.
Adding to this, is our diversity. It is truly rich and wonderful but does serve up our weak point. Our similarities shine, as do our differences. I guess you can say because of this we do not have a hierarchy of leaders dictating what must be said, thought, believed, and done (I do believe a loose confederation would not supply the components for a titular hierarchy, as in Christendom). We get involved with silly things like Witch Wars. My trad is better than your trad. Blah, blah, blah.
Really, can’t WE just get along?
The bickering within Paganism over things that, in the long haul, hold little water must stop. We have to respect one another. We should approach other Pagans as family, kindred, and friends while weeding out and exposing the scammers.
In the time of our Ancestors, another religion was only a problem when it tried to take over a way of life. When we cross this bridge, we will be closer toward developing a Pagan Confederation.
While we are trying to follow Rodney King’s, “Can’t we all just get along” amongst ourselves, we still must deal with a hostile public. Paganism needs more folk like Bonewits and Fox and operations like Witchvox to stick their necks out for all of us.
Sadly, as it appears to me, too few Pagans are willing to do that.
There is a belief among Pagans, myself included, that we can live in peaceful co-existence with Monotheists. Some of these folk however, believe they can stick their heads in the sand and the crap will go away by itself. I wish that was true.
Well, Monotheism does have open-minded adherents but their idiots appear to be running the parade. I do think it is important though, to separate the adherents from the institutions Monotheism have become. This is a case where you do not blame the worker for what the CEO did, said, or decided. It is the institution that puts out the disinformation. Drones play 'follow the leader' while open-minded adherents pause and question.
When we stick our heads in the sand it can grow complacency and apathy, both of which, I believe, are opiates that lull one into sleep. Telling me or anyone “they” are in the majority and can do whatever “they” want and “we” are the minority and have to swallow, to me, is ludicrous. To me, this position is unacceptable.
We are Pagani: Wiccan, Druid, and Heathen. We have the right to exist. We have the right to live and worship as we see fit. We can do better.
And we are.
We are growing at a pace that appears to me, almost exponentially. Covens, Groves, and Halls are popping up everywhere. If this is a backlash of people tired of being told what to think I really do not know. But it is happening.
Time and numbers. Do not get too comfortable. There is still much to be done.
So the question is – what size boots do you wear?
“But there’s’ a warnin’ sign on the road ahead, There’s’ a lot of people sayin’ we’d be better off dead, Don’t feel like Satan but I am to them….. That’s’ one more kid that will never go to school, Never get to fall in love, never get to be cool…” *
“Never, never, never give up!”--- Winston Churchill, Druid
On Monday, at the Gwinnett County (GA) courthouse, Lawrence was charged with lewd and lascivious behavior, public indecency, and public intoxication.
The suspect explained that as he was passing a pumpkin patch on his way home from a drinking session when he decided to stop, "You know how a pumpkin is soft and squishy inside, and there was no one around for miles or at least I thought there wasn't anyone around" he stated in a telephone interview.
Lawrence went on to say that he pulled over to the side of the road, picked out a pumpkin that he felt was appropriate to his purpose, cut a hole in it, and proceeded to satisfy his alleged 'need.
"Guess I was really into it, you know?" he commented with evident embarrassment.
In the process of doing the deed, Lawrence failed to notice an approaching police car and was unaware of his audience until officer Brenda Taylor approached him.
"It was an unusual situation, that's for sure," said officer Taylor.
"I walked up to Lawrence and he's just banging away at this pumpkin.
Officer Taylor went on to describe what happened when she approached Lawrence.
"I said, "Excuse me sir, but do you realize that you're having sex with a pumpkin?"
He froze and was clearly very surprised that I was there, and then he looked me straight in the face and said...