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| Monday, November 30th, 2009 | | 8:28 pm |
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Hippie Meetings
In an effort to re-calibrate my mind so it will write more often (getting me back to my books, where it needs to be), as well as to somehow turn a recent guilty pleasure into something more productive, I have decided to begin posting summations of my thoughts and feelings concerning something I have recently been attending: Hippie Meetings. About two-and-a-half weeks ago I was shopping at my local pagan store and received an invitation to attend these weekly Hippie Meetings (or as they are also known, open “meditation circles” held at said store), and for some unknown reason I decided this would be fun. I don’t work on the day of the week these meetings are held, and they’re free, and I like hippies, so I figured why the hell not. So with the brash self-assuredness that can only come to you on a Tyr’s-day, I charged forth. Now, I will be posting about two meetings today, to get caught up, and then begin posting once per week thereafter, after each meeting. I don’t know what value these posts may have (as I feel the only real guarantee might be simple amusement), although I hope those of you I teach magick to and learn it with might join me in some interesting insight. Granted, these people are energy-sensitive but only by a generous application of the term, so yes, it’s a little like I’ve decided to take a middle school English class again. But, if I may take a brief moment to be pithy, often you can learn as much from going back as you can from going forward (if not more). So, upward and onward. | | Monday, April 27th, 2009 | | 9:47 am |
Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you . . .
. . . happy birthday Dear Mandar! Happy Birthday to you! *Muah* (I know you said your birthday was cencelled this year and forever more, but I'm afraid I ignore memos I don't like. Meh, I know. Not a lot we can do.) *hugs* | | Tuesday, April 14th, 2009 | | 9:49 am |
A request for all of my energy-working friends
I have a request for all you who work with or deal with magickal/divine energies (which I’m pretty sure is just about all of you). Hold your breath now quivering in antici-pation—- I’m writing a book. I know, how trite. But for the first time in a while I’ve felt charged with an actual purpose and with the almost urgent feeling that this book in my head *needs* to be written. Kind of charged with a quest in a Lord of the Rings kind of way—- campy I know, but there it is. The premise of my book is explaining energy work/magick as studied with the scientific method. That is, explaining just how it works in a nuts-and-bolts kind of way, removed from any specific tradition or denomination and therefore removed from potentially confusing fogs of cultural traditions or modern myths which aren’t only unnecessary for working magick—they can potentially be quite confusing and detrimental for someone actually learning to understand *how* energy operates (its natural laws) and not just *how to work it* through the motions of one tradition or another. It comes down to the fact that some aaspects/tools of various rituals for doing magick *do* have a purpose and *do* something (and I go into the exact how and why that is) and other aspects/tools/etc simply do not, and are only part of the religious/ceremonial aspect of said tradition; not saying those things are in any way unimportant. Just saying that because magickal working crosses over all those different denominational boundaries and functions in a more-or-less similar way, then it must (and can) be separated from all magickal traditions and opperate independantly (which it can). That's what I'm going to be explaining in a plain, no-cheese, no-mistifying language kind of way. But for the most part, it’s full of things that *I’ve* thought of on my own, through conversations with Scott and from interactions with my students and friends. But I’d like to include a broader spectrum of thoughts and questions. So here’s what I’m asking for. For those of you who have been practicing magick/energy work for a while now, think back to when you were first learning and recount some aspects of energy manipulation which didn’t seem clear, and that you feel you might have learned more easily if said concepts had been explained in a more straight-forward manner. For example, like when someone sounded ostensibly delusional by insisting they are constantly hounded by fairies that hide things from them and create mischief, and you only understand now what’s happening, now that you've had the change to figure out the answers to the questions you might have had: where did the fairies come from and why do they not only follow but harass specifically this one particularly air-headed person? And what is a fairy in the first place? Or when you’re drawing a circle or otherwise directing energy, you know that certain materials work better and/or do things differently than others: different woods, iron, steal, bone, your bare hands, etc etc. But why? Things like that. The sorts of things that you learned or figured out on your *own* because no teacher or book ever specifically just explained it to you from the beginning. Or maybe concepts that were difficult to teach to your own students; what issues they had understanding and how you came to make them understand. For those of you who are still new to these ideas, what things are confusing and could use an explanation not cloaked in specific cultural interpretations, circular logic, or irritating patchouli clouds? It can be anything from the specific to the broad, from why salt has the purifying and protective properties it does and how we know it, to why the magickal world at large just seems overrun with schizophrenic hippies. I want my book to be helpful to as many people as possible so all input is appreciated. :) Thanks *hugs and kisses* | | Monday, April 13th, 2009 | | 10:46 am |
| | Friday, April 3rd, 2009 | | 2:26 pm |
Awesome
lmao. I was going through old files on my computer last night looking for something and I found this and I fell in love with it. I think I wrote it like 4-5 years ago back in college. I shall think of it fondly from now on when I think I can't possibly come up with anything to write about . . . ----- The night was soft but daunting as I sat, alone, wrapped up in the comforts of my own endeavors, laziness, and the overstuffed chairs of the library’s fourth floor. The sounds were monotonous and may not have been there at all, the dragging of chairs across the carpet and the shuffling of papers in a nervous haste, somewhere, echoing only in the back of my mind and the only real commotion was the ceaseless buzzing of my thoughts, as always, never entirely still even during sleep. I slipped back, the chair accepting me as I yawned. I didn’t want to fall asleep in the library again but it was always difficult, especially when all I had to keep me awake was reading about the exciting world of Cultural Resource Management. There was a sound behind me and I turned. Expecting to see a passer-by, I was surprised to see nothing, so I turned back to staring out the window. But the sound came again. My eyebrow in the air, again I turned. And again I saw nothing. Intrigued, I got up to investigate this, still expecting to see someone slinking around, looking for an empty study room or lost pencil. But there was no one, nothing. Still concerned, I turned around and went back towards my seat. But as I walked, a shadow was cast from behind and it overtook my own on the carpet in front of me. Slowly I turned. And there, standing before me, was what had plagued me incessantly for what seemed far too long. And now I stood before it face to face. The unspeakable, unstoppable, relentless Demigod. The dreaded Writer’s Block. As I faced the dyspeptic, dark leviathan Block it quivered, rolled with its inherent power as though taunting me, its gelatinous black mass tumescent with its own wayward agenda. I stared back at it, thinking to speak to it, to let it know about all the pain it had caused me, but--- as was the nature of its power, words eluded me. And so I ran, robbed of the ability to utter all but the most offensive and guttural animal sounds, screaming like the hominid only on the verge of neologation, off and away from the Block and towards the stairs, down and down as fast as I could without falling over my own feet. I reached the bottom and flew stumbling into the lobby, pausing only long enough to see the horrible Writers Block get out of the elevator, shaking as its scintillant cubic form waddled and quivered across the threshold and after me. It followed me outside and into the night . . . Current Mood:  amused | | Monday, November 10th, 2008 | | 1:33 pm |
Samhain 08
Hey everyone. As promised to some of you, here's a little run down of what we did for Samhain this year. Honestly, it didn't come out as well as I had planned. You know how it is; I'm one of those people who either wants total control of something or to just be a participant, so when I have to depend on someone else to deliver on parts of something that *I* am being held responsible for, it gets a little hairy. hahaha. And what we did, trying to bring diversity to the group, was allow a friend of ours who practices Celtic Reconstruction to design the ritual along with me. What we ended up with was this conglomerate of something that was neither drudism or cr, not wicca nor witchcraft, nor anything at all except pretty-- because some shit just happened in RL, some for me but mostly for our friend, that just didn't allow us to spend enough time going over the ritual, how we were specifically going to work the magic, and all that important stuff that makes it a ritual rather than a badly performed play with a flaming midget. Actually it all looked way better than the magic went off, although everyone else tells me it was fine and I'm being too hard on myself. Here a bit of what the house looked like during the party pre-ritual:     Here's me during the party part:  So here's essentially what we did. Our friend, Ian, assured us that it was proper Celtic tradition to burn a wickerman on Samhain. To everyone else this seemed like a Beltane thing, but since we were letting him lead we didn't argue. I built a wickerman, totally out of wood and grass from our yard, and Christened him Lucky MacTwigson the Magical Wicker-Midget (because he was only like 2.5 ft tall). This is what he looked like before he was lit:  I also built a circular grove consisting of 4 lit Tiki-torches, four lanterns on pikes, and four jack-o-lanterns on pikes (which were pretty sweet). Here are those:     So the ritual began with the idea that everyone participating would write out a little message on paper to stick into Lucky (in his handy belly-chamber, like Bender has). Asking for any blessings for the coming winter, for thanks for recent blessings, to get rid of any grudges or sadnesses (word?) that they wanted to get rid of for the new years. I also stuffed Lucky's head with fragrant incense and prosperity herbs, including juniper which is supposed to be holy on this holiday. Here's what he looked like in the circle:  So after Lucky was stuffed, Ian and I called the spirits of nature, the spirits of our ancestors, and the spirit of deity to be with us. And then I called the 3 druidic realms of sky, earth, and sea, and opened the portal to the Otherworld this was supposed to create. Not having any practice, as I said, I think I defaulted (in my visualization) to "Underworld"-- which created some issues later, but forget about that now. Here's the group:  Here's Ian and me doing our stuff  So another thing which didn't jive was that Ian "fills the circle with sacred energy" by smudging. For me, smudging *grounds* energy and other things *raise* energy, so without having any time to practice I think we both sort of screwed eachother up, me trying to raise energy just with my mind and him criss-crossing it as he walked around in all directions with his junpier smudge. We never did get a nice big cone of energy like I wanted for Lucky's send off. Couple that with the fact that I was trying to keep the energy/attention of all the people there who'd never been in circle before . . . ergh. Anyway, here's me lighting Lucky. At the last second we decided he needed an accelerant for some reason, so we added Tiki-torch oil.  And he did look spectacular ablaze, even after his head fell off and landed outside the fire pit and we had to do the Magic Native American Spark-Stomp Dance. Here he is in 3 stages in all his glory:    So after that we took turns leaping over the fire pit and (for those of us in robes) showing off our underpants. Again, this was all kind of Beltaney for me, but what the hell. That was fun. haha. In the end the only one who maybe was disappointed was me. I had put so much effort into making it look swank that I was hoping for jiving energy to send it all up, but the gods want what they want-- so there. hahaha. There was enough intent and energy already IN Lucky when he went up (from everyone's wishes as well as from the fire) to send him off, so that was enough. During the afternoon of the next day, though, Scott and I kind of had to do damage control in the circle of pikes, because Ian didn't dismiss ANYTHING he conjured and we had a big, gaping hole to the Underworld still open and many ancestor spirits still around. Plus, Ian dedicated the whole ritual to the protection of the Hill of Tara in Ireland which is under threat from highway construction--- and he made a connection between it and our sacred space without really running that by us. And even though it's a site of much importance, let's remember that Tara is nothing but a giant Sidhe-- a spirit hill and a connection to many things we didn't *necessarily* want frolicking in out backyard. So that connection had to be severed as well. So that's that, really. :) Current Mood:  contemplative | | Wednesday, October 15th, 2008 | | 9:21 pm |
I've been given "U for Usurper"
As challenged by ahavah_ehyeh, I have been given a "U" in this game -- a challenge I am well up to, btw, Amandawg. I don't need your pity N ;) mwwaa haaa haaa :D Here's the Game: 1. Comment on this post. 2. I will give you a letter. 3. Think of 5 fictional characters and post their names and your comments on these characters in your LJ. And here are mine: Uhura-- Communications Officer on the original Enterprise on Star Trek, took incoming calls with flashy ear bling, wore a very short red skirt, once did a fancy dance with fans, and was famous for saying, "Captain, I'm Frightened" as well as "Captain, I have your Mum on finger three." Uba-- from the novel "The Clan of the Cave Bear" by Jean M. Auel, she was the main character Ayla's adopted sister and the one who replaced her as the Clan's Medicine Woman and who adopted her son after Ayla was cursed with death. Ursula-- the half-octopus, half-purple-skinned Diva Momma who was the villain in Disney's "The Little Mermaid." Guilty of taking Ariel's voice in exchange for a pair of legs and other acts of general sneakiness. Fairly good singer, even better baddy I loved to hate. Usal -- another name for Paul Atreides, or the Muad-Dib from Frank Herbert's "Dune" book series. I don't know that I actually finished the book, but I remember giant worm riding, drinking your own sweat from a tube, lots of Jihad, and a dude who was a lot like Neo except he didn't have the Nehru jacket and shades. Umbridge, Professor Jane -- from J.K. Rowling's "Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix", she was the Ministry Representative who usurped Dumbledore as Headmaster of Hogwarts, tortured Harry during detention, annoyed us all with passive aggression, and who-- worst of all-- decorated Lupin's office with pink collectable kitten plates. Boo-yah. :D Current Mood:  accomplished | | Tuesday, December 18th, 2007 | | 3:24 pm |
Happy birthday, kaosangre! :D | | Sunday, December 16th, 2007 | | 2:14 pm |
| | Sunday, December 2nd, 2007 | | 9:38 pm |
| | Monday, November 12th, 2007 | | 9:13 am |
| | Saturday, October 20th, 2007 | | 8:09 pm |
My brain hurts
Dumbledore was gay, JK tells amazed fans David Smith Sunday October 21, 2007 The Observer There could hardly have been a bigger sensation if Russell Crowe, Rod Stewart or Sven-Goran Eriksson had come out of the closet. Millions of fans around the world were yesterday digesting the news that one of the main characters in the Harry Potter novels, Albus Dumbledore, is gay. The revelation came from author JK Rowling during a question-and-answer session at New York's Carnegie Hall. It instantly hurtled around the internet and the world. News websites in China and Germany announced starkly: 'JK Rowling: "Dumbledore is gay".' One blogger wrote on a fansite: 'My head is spinning. Wow. One more reason to love gay men.' After reading briefly from her mega-selling book, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, on Friday night, Rowling took questions from an audience of 1,600 students. A 19-year-old from Colorado asked about the avuncular headmaster of Hogwarts School: 'Did Dumbledore, who believed in the prevailing power of love, ever fall in love himself?' The author replied: 'My truthful answer to you...I always thought of Dumbledore as gay.' The audience reportedly fell silent - then erupted into prolonged applause. Rowling, 42, continued: 'Dumbledore fell in love with Grindelwald [a bad wizard he defeated long ago], and that added to his horror when Grindelwald showed himself to be what he was. To an extent, do we say it excused Dumbledore a little more because falling in love can blind us to an extent, but he met someone as brilliant as he was and, rather like Bellatrix, he was very drawn to this brilliant person and horribly, terribly let down by him.' She added: 'Yeah, that's how I always saw Dumbledore. In fact, recently I was in a script read-through for the sixth film, and they had Dumbledore saying a line to Harry early in the script saying, "I knew a girl once, whose hair..." I had to write a little note in the margin and slide it along to the scriptwriter, "Dumbledore's gay!"' Amazed by the warm reaction of the audience, Rowling, on her first US tour in seven years, joked: 'Just imagine the fan fiction now.' http://observer.guardian.co.uk/uk_news/story/0,,2196020,00.html Current Mood: dorky | | Tuesday, October 16th, 2007 | | 2:40 pm |
In fact, not dead . . .
No, contrary to popular opinion (or hope?) I, in fact, have not died. I did, however, take a temporary hiatus and ran-off with the circus as a trapeze artist (or contortionist-- whichever is sexier, I suppose). Back now. Sorry if I missed anything. (you can link me to any back-posts if they were really worth seeing). Thank you everyone who sent me birthday wishes. cheers | | Saturday, August 11th, 2007 | | 2:27 pm |
Pickles are Destroying my Life
I understand this is an obvious fake, but it's still hysterical. hahaha. Watch. Laugh. Feel smarter than you ever have before. | | Thursday, August 9th, 2007 | | 9:14 am |
Dreaming about Schoolwork
Been having odd dreams all this week, felt like sharing See, in the past, I was normal for me to have stressful, anxious dreams about homework and projects right as summer vacation began/as the semester/quarter ended—as though my brain wasn’t quite ready to believe that the school year was over. Since graduation from uni (over a year ago) I’ve had a few of these dreams on occasion, but there’s been a reason. For example, the last time this happened, my friend ahavah was stressing over putting off writing her Doula essays and I thought I was just picking up on it. This week, though--- EVERY NIGHT---I have had very anxious, almost nauseating dreams about it being the last week/day of school and I discover that I have something due that I’d forgotten about, and I try to cobble it together last-minute and I feel stupid and slow and can’t concentrate for the panic. And one of my favorite professors is looking on disapprovingly, as though they can’t believe I failed them. So what the hell? I’m a frinkin housewife, I’m under the least stress possible. I mean, I guess our lease is up next month and we haven’t found a new house yet, but I’m really not all that worried about it. Not at all. Can I blame someone else? Lol. Who’s been sending me this stress energy? | | Monday, July 30th, 2007 | | 8:23 pm |
| | Sunday, July 22nd, 2007 | | 11:57 am |
As I finish Deathy Hallows . . .
. . . and rejoin the world of the living again since the wee hours of yesterday morning. (No spoilers, honest) And I quietly enjoy my private dance of infinite smugness, of unadulterated joy-- and of course of anger. Honestly I don't know what to think. I'm not one of those people who can, say, immediately emerge from a movie theater and attest to a film's brilliance or ineptitude-- or manage to explain why it is so. All I can usually do is declare whether or not I enjoyed myself, and that's about all I can offer now. Not until I've had a chance to digest it all, that is, mull things over, and finally I can make what I consider to be well thought-out pronouncements. Whatever, that's a Libra for you. *grins* But I did enjoy myself. I'm here for IMs again, anyway. *smiles* | | Wednesday, July 11th, 2007 | | 9:56 am |
Pottery Goodness. . .
OotP Today! OMG OMG!!! in honor of that, behold: South Park and Potter, together as God intended. lmao. these are so worth watching. please partake. |
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