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Category: Notebook

  • but what are you for?

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  • Samhain – Spiral Dance ’06

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    I am reminded to remember this night that Beltanes past and future take flight on the wings of these samhain ravens in the beaks of our ancestors, allies and descendants (their bones, our bones; their blood, our blood) the bright noon of our days, years and lives shines, shone and will shine again (the bones…

  • Updated Lugh bind rune rhyme

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    So, a friend pointed out to me that it might be good to check out the rhyme and meter of the skalds … so, with only minimal familiarity I made a pass at my bind rune rhyme. It’s not done by any means but it’s a start. The parentheses are places that I have more…

  • Lugh circle cast

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    We begin, 15 degrees Leo, at harvest time, marking space and time, as if with a plow in a field, traveling the year, looking forward, looking back to the fall ahead of us and a year ago to the winter ahead and ago to the spring ahead and ago to the summer ahead and ago…

  • Lugh bind rune rhyme

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    We are the fruit of our past the seed of our future From the seed pierced by thorn grows the apple tree No trees without seed No fruit without trees No seed without harvest See also: Lugh circle cast, Updated Lugh bind rune rhyme

  • smash it

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    smash it smash it kill the christmas tree stomp it stomp it and give the remains to me I’ll tie it tie it tie it in a knot in the basement basement it will surely rot (This is actually something I wrote a very long time ago …)

  • Samhain – Spiral Dance ’05

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    Slightly modified from a traditional circle casting: By the earth that is her body and the grove that is his home they are the foundation for our circle By the air that is her breath and the music that is his song they are the inspiration for our work By the fire of her bright…

  • Ostara ’05

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    Welcome North, the colour black, the season of winter and the element of Earth. I don’t want to start a contest, but I’ve noticed that earth is heavier than air, which is good because if it weren’t we’d all be ants. I’ve noticed that earth is not flammable, which is good, because if it were…

  • Samhain – Spiral Dance ’04

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    Diety Deus Zeus Perkunas Jupiter Deus Pater Sky Father All Father grandfather father brother son horizon sunrise noonday sun sunset twilight night Welcome God

  • what are you gonna do

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    what are you gonna do when people put up yard sale signs but won’t sell you their yards? what are you gonna do if lovers lips are so sweet they pucker when they kiss? people don’t mean what they say and don’t say what they mean and people are mean when they say what are…

  • Brigid ’04

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    One of the old traditions for this time of year was to place a candle in the window. This was to act as a beacon for the Goddess. This is the time of year when the Goddess starts her journey of return from the Underworld. She is bringing something with her. The Goddess went to…

  • Samhain – Spiral Dance ’03

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    Invoke: Hail to the Guardians of the Watchtowers of the WEST It is on bended knee, I pray at the edge of your holy well with lips and tongue partake of your sacred water of life. It is from the west I began my journey to the light, and in the 100 trillion sacred wells…

  • this is where

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    This is where my passion has gone From a deathly fear of doing wrong it has mellowed and aged as I have litterally living in this hermit cave I have no real remaining passion except an addiction to masturbation That is the true full circle I have travelled from cherry brandy, from vagrant hotel to…

  • children’s crusade

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    an ablative shield of suffering wave after wave of the sensitive throwing themselves on swords of injustice a children’s crusade the shock and horror of disillusion acting like a beacon in the dark for those too jaded to see how real the injustice is and the sacrifice of the sensitive creates the new need for…

  • mental monkey dance

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    he’s very good at doing that mental monkey dance within the lengths of the chains of self but he’s turned a dance of freedom into the pale pantomime of a prisoner fancy dance doesn’t replace emancipation the self can spend so much time entertaining that it forgets the struggle to be free that the dance…

  • promise

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    The promise Don’t mythologize me. Remember that I am human. I accept myself, good and bad, success and failure. I believe in myself and my ability to succeed and overcome failures. I know that your mistakes are not you and that I love you in part because of your ability to make mistakes but remain…

  • invitation

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    I’m glad you told me you want me to be and what not to be in order to be what you could, should, would wish. I don’t care what you want or don’t. I want what I want and don’t want what you think I should be. If I can be and not give up…

  • signs will show

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    signs show the sun casts no solstice shadow what the cold cape of winter now reveals a love bed of rose like stars glimmer through hidden in folds of threadbare velvet night the contrails from her solar chariot drawn by lions to the hazy horizon like looking at floating feathers dancing riddles me sleepy memories…

  • homepage and the dialectic between honesty vs truth

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    Last night, I watched “homepage” which is an interesting documentary about the early culture that surrounded the web, the revolutionary fanaticism, and a bit about its demise. However, there was a part that had me thinking about some stuff from my own past, actually previous to all the events of the movie. honesty vs. truthfulness…

  • The Sense of Pleasure

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    In this age we have created a senseless pleasure with no quality other than a one dimensional quanity. We’ve created an age that has no sense of a quality in pleasure other than dissatisfaction with intensity. This dissatisfaction is gained from the ever increasing need for more from a one dimensional pleasure that is a…