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06:22pm 13/10/2006
  i went to bed with ratdvd converting a bunch of loose files into a dvd, and i wake up to find it's only 81% done. i really really need / want a faster comp.

i think cooking cute may kill me with squee.

off to game and geek again!
01:12pm 11/09/2006
  long time, no post... so let's just launch into the rant, like so:

i've just started re-reading 'spiral dance', and the history at the beginning of it is a little rediculous. she states all these assumptions that have little evidence as if they are fact and only offhandedly says that they are just using archaeology to support ideology-- without proof-- in one of the footnotes way at the end of the chapter.
but that's pretty standard; everyone does that.
what's bothering me about this is that neopaganism doesn't have a history like that, but feels it needs to. as we are now, we happened sometime in the 50s and were refined sometime in the 70s. both were reworking of what has been assumed to be archaeology and what has been preserved as folkways, so i suppose it can claim to be based on other older things, but what's wrong with being a new religion? we're the history that others will claim-- we're the founding members and the primary shapers, the first few generations where we can do anything and anything is available to us. it's all open and full of potential-- why are we ashamed that we're starting fresh and building a new religion from scraps and scratch? one based on old ideas reinvisioned to fit new problems, yes, but put together in very modern ways and built for a modern audience.
why do we have this need to claim unbroken ties that just don't exist? only genetics go back 35,000 years, and even then there are mutations, changes, mixings, whole lineages that die out, whole cultures that are destroyed. nothing remains untouched, and that's one of the basics of the religion-- 'everything she touches changes and she changes everything she touches'. change is innevitable. we are built on cycles, admit to cycles, celebrate how things shift and change and move and never stay stagnant, and yet we want this tether, this weight. i think it's a holdover from previous religious ideals, something built when we first came out to claim something we didn't have: historical importance. but the importance is that we're a new religion that wants to fix and preserve the earth in a time when that's needed and the old ideas have caused too much damage. the importance is that we're the fastest growing religion in the west today. the importance is that we have a democratic and collaborative way to build the future that no one else has-- in neopaganism, everyone has a say in how the world will go.
why do we feel we need to be tied to this fake line?
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08:42am 22/12/2005
  The Scotsman's Kilt
By: Mike Cross

A Scotsman clad in kilt left the bar one evening fair
And one could tell by how he walked he'd drunk more than his share
He staggered on until he could no longer keep his feet
Then stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street.

Ring ding diddle diddle i de o
Ring di diddle i o
He stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street.

Later on two young and lovely girls just happened by,
And one says to the other with a twinkle in her eye
You see yon sleeping Scotsman who is young and handsome built
I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath their kilt.

Ring ding diddle diddle i de o
Ring di diddle i o
I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath their kilt.

They crept up to the sleeping Scotsman quiet as could be
Then lifted up his kilt about an inch so they could see
And there behold for them to view beneath his Scottish skirt
Was nothing but what God had graced him with upon his birth

Ring ding diddle diddle i de o
Ring di diddle i o
There was nothing there but what God gave upon his birth

They marveled for a moment then one said we'd best be gone
But let's leave a present for our friend before we move along
They took a blue silk ribbon and they tied it in a bow
Around the bonnie spar that the Scot's lifted kilt did show

Ring ding diddle diddle i de o
Ring di diddle i o
Around the bonnie spar that the Scot's lifted kilt did show

The Scotsman woke to nature's call and stumbled toward a tree
Behind a bush he lifts his kilt and gawks at what he sees
Then in a startled voice he says to what's before his eyes
He said, "Lad I don't know where you've been but I see you won first prize"

Ring ding diddle diddle i de o
Ring di diddle i o
He said, "Lad I don't know where you've been but I see you won first prize"
Catechism for a Witch's Child 
07:23pm 09/05/2005
  When they ask to see your gods
your book of prayers
show them lines
drawn delicately with veins
on the underside of a bird's wing
tell them you believe
in giant sycamores mottled
and stark against a winter sky
and in nights so frozen
stars crack open spilling
streams of molten ice to earth
and tell them how you drink
a holy wine of honeysuckle
on a warm spring day
and of the softness
of your mother who never taught you
death was life's reward
but who believed in the earth
and the sun
and a million, million light years
of being

© J.L.Stanley
:::peeps in:::: 
11:11pm 24/03/2005
mood: cheerful
happy full moon to all.

i feel the urge to bless this new community with a proper rendition of We Love Tha Moon by The Spong Monkeys...but i'll refrain.

still, is any book of shadows really complete without it?
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02:52pm 24/03/2005
  i am currently reading a book called "herbal remedies" by kathleen fisher, and i'm really liking it-- it's not just about the herbs, but also about the growing of them and the drying and how to make the best of each of the 32 essential herbs she talks about. i think any of you who need a smaller book to get into herbalism would get a kick out of this accessible little book, and those of you who already know about this stuff might get a nice refresher. but don't take my word for it-- read it yourself!  
The Rhyme of the Runes 
05:17pm 27/02/2005
  The Rhyme of the Runes

Fehu in the coffer's sweet
Uruz stamps in herds
Thurisaz deserves defeat
Ansuz guides with words
Raido walks a journey just
Kenaz sparks the flame
Gebo offers love and trust
Wunjo glory's name
Hagalaz the hail of rage
Nauthiz hardship's pain
Isa freezes all the age
Jera harvest's gain
Eihwaz passes through the gate
Perthro mystery's guise
Algiz shields with antlers great
Sowulo joyful rise
Teiwaz marks the warrior's worth
Berkana heals the ill
Ehwaz bears the message forth
Mannaz is mankind's will
Laguz hiding deep beneath
Inguz grounds the soul
Dagaz breaks above the heath
Othilo makes us whole
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Five Pagan Sonnets 
05:16pm 27/02/2005
  A Sonnet for Ostara

The Goddess casts away the shawl of night
her silver face emerges from the shroud
the earth is bathed in spring's first hope for light
the Mother moon freed from the sheltering cloud

put flame to wick and water in the bowl
and greet the promise of the cleansing rains
as white sprigs hastened by Ostara's toll
we banish with delight what frost remains

the Goddess through her wisdom doth arrange
she toucheth all, and all she touch, she change.

The Tree of Life

The Tree of Life, her timeless boughs wide-spread
from heaven's vaulted canopy to earth
with earthly wisdom crowned her lofty head
to bear all spirits' mysteries; death, and birth

her universal, endless tracery
of life entwined with life and soul with soul
roots held in sacred ground, limbs reaching free
all wandering mortal spirits doth console

her open arms below as so above
to cradle us in wise and boundless love.

Song to Rhiannon

Rhiannon rides upon the moor tonight
my words conceived and scribed for her alone
pale hooves conduct the meter of her flight
and hammer home each hallowed, hollow tone

Rhiannon rides outside my door tonight
to coax and gentle lyrics from my lips
she'll linger there until the dawning light
when over graying hills she stealthy slips

hooves thunder; my composing hand is deft
and leave these pages like the barrows cleft

Appeal to Taliesin

What news, my Taliesin, fairest brow?
and whither wanders now my brightest muse?
so many melodies to lend, and now
do you assay to worry? to bemuse?

what say you Taliesin? do you hear?
have you in truth your true disciple spurned?
or are you laughing as you tarry near
to turn this trick for lessons aptly learned?

whatever charge you ask, let it be known
for if I sing, let me not sing alone.

Prayer to Manannan

God of the sea, your truth in laughter rings
the sage's staff and triton held upraised
your clever guises humbled hearts of kings
and from the meek inspired resounding praise

resplendent crane of princely scarlet brow
together with your steeds accomplice make
lifegiving flesh of salmon and of sow
are gracious yours to give and ours to take

lend strength to me, great Father of the sea
a wiser soul and kinder I shall be.
Invocation of the Nine Duile 
05:07pm 27/02/2005
mood: cheerful
We invoke the hallowed ground, the steady earth beneath us
We invoke the heavens' crown, the light from far above us
We invoke the seer's pool, the virtues held within
We invoke the sacred tools, the virtues held without
We invoke the stone of destiny, bearing wisdom from the north
We invoke the sword of renewal, breathing truth from the east
We invoke the spear of the sun, flames of passion from the south
We invoke the cauldron of origin, waves of creation from the west
By the mists of inspiration that course through us all, we invoke thee.
some pagan chants 
08:45pm 25/02/2005
  copied word for word from here: http://www.avalonia.co.uk/wicca/songs.htm

1. Lady spin your circle bright,
weave your web or dark and light
Earth, Air, Fire and Water
Bind us as one.

2.Isis, Astarte, Diana,
Hekate, Demeter, Kali, Inanna

3.Tread gently on the Earth,
Breathe gently of the Air,
Lie gently in the Water,
Touch gently to the Fire.

4.We all come from the Goddess,
And to Her we shall return.
Like a drop of rain
Flowing to the ocean.

Hoof and Horn,
Hoof and Horn,
All that dies,
shall be reborn.

Corn and Grain,
Corn and Grain,
All that falls,
shall rise again.

We all come from the Sun God
And to Him we shall return.
Like a spark of fire
Rising to the open sky.

5.The Earth The Air The Fire The Water
Return Return Return Return

6.Earth my Body,
Water my Blood,
Air my Breath,
And Fire my Spirit

7.Born of Water,
Cleansing, Powerful, Healing, Changing
We are

8.And we can rise with the fires of freedom
Truth is the fire that burns our chains
And we can fight the fires of destruction
Healing is the fire running through our veins

9.Wearing my long wing feathers as I fly,
Wearing my long wing feathers as I fly
,I circle around,
I circle around
The boundaries of the Earth.

10.We are a circle,
within a circle
With no beginning
and never ending

11.Cauldron of changes,
feather on the bone,
Arc of eternity,
ring of the stones
We are the Old People,
We are the New People,
We are the same people,
stronger (alt. Wiser) than before.

12.Tall Trees,
Warm Fires
Strong Winds,
Deep Waters
I feel it in my body,
I feel it in my Soul.

13.The circle is open yet forever unbroken
May the Love of the Goddess go forever in your hearts.
Merry Meet, and Merry Part and Merry Meet again.

Songs by various writers, some known and some not. Thank you to all of them. Please let me know if you know who wrote which song and I will include the credits.