Wicca: Demystifying Misconceptions


Blog For Free!


Archives
Home
2008 April
2008 March
2007 April
2007 March
2007 February
2007 January
2006 December
2006 November
2006 October
2006 September
2006 May
2006 April
2006 March
2006 February
2006 January
2005 December
2005 November
2005 October
2005 September
2005 August
2005 July
2005 June
2005 May
2005 April
2005 March
2005 February
2005 January

My Links
Dovetailmyth
BIOMIMICRY
The Natural Step
Alliance For Sustainability
almsthvn blog
DeathbyGlitter's Blog
DanielMacDonald's Blog
dr forbush blog
enki blog
h2Opower blog
graceshaker blog
Howie Luvzus Blog
jerneedog
jt blog
kurtmaddox blog
nullfactor blog
pourquoi Pas? blog
Ruined's Blog
Rand's Blog
rosietulips blog
Shayno blog
surrogate blog
SweetSue
UserFriendly
TabooTenente's Blog
wil wheaton blog
Something Wicca This way Comes
WEST*MART ethical local partnerships Blog
* WORK LESS PARTY, comsume less, live more!
Witchcraze *Not so fun facts*
History of Salem Witch Trials
US Army Chaplain's Handbook RE: Wicca

tBlog
My Profile
Send tMail
My tFriends
My Images


Sponsored
Blog






Blog Posts of Note:
*Magic, Witches and the Bible
*A brief History of Wicca
*Wicca 101 part 1
*Wicca 101 part 2
*Spells and the Modern Witch
*Do Witches Worship Satan?
*Religious View
*Interview with a Witch
*A Witch's Story of Creation
*One Definition of the Divine
*I am a Witch
* Original Sin, from a Witches point of View
*Why a Witch Could care less about Harry Potter

*Satan is not my Sidekick

*The other people: Or how I learned to stop worrying and love the Bible


I put this link here.


Committee to Protect Bloggers



Image hosting by Photobucket

Something Wicca This Way Comes
I feel so special right now, look Ma! I won an award!

update on my sister, sept 30
09.30.05 (10:23 am)   [edit]
My sister got home on Wednesday evening. I talked with her a while yesterday. It was a pretty draining trip for her and she is tired and burnt out. She had many stories to share and I just sat and listened while she talked. I think it was healthy for her to get it all out.

The four 3-day-old kittens they rescued were left with some good people in Baton Rouge. They decided trying to care for the four of them on two plane flights – New Orleans to Atlanta- Atlanta to Seattle, and then the bus from Seattle to Vancouver would be too much to do, so they stayed behind. They named them Katrina, Rita, Louis and Anna (for Louisiana). I would have happily taken one of them into my home.

I was wrong when I said that there were 12 people staying in her Good Samaritan’s house, in fact, there were 18 and after Rita had past the family insisted that they continue to stay with them for the remainder of their time in Louisiana. They shared some Mardi Gras food and beads with them. Treated them to home cooked Cajun food, and generally made their stay easier and fun.

Her stories of the rescues were atrocious and beautiful. She never went on the search missions, but saw the results when the teams returned. She explained to me how the operation worked.

People who were evacuated could call the SPCA and give them their addresses and what pets were left behind. Then search teams would go to each of these addresses, break in and try to find their pets. Many people had gotten all packed up ready to go, but then found out they couldn’t take their pets. Often in the flurry of evacuation, pets in their carry boxes were left. These animals of course didn’t make it.

Other animals were found trapped in houses subsisting on rotting food and floodwaters. These animals were taken to the shelters. When teams removed pets they spray painted SPCA or Rescued on the houses, or pavement near by so homeowners, if they return would know their pet was alive out there, somewhere. When animals were found dead, they spray painted that on the wall.

Animals were then taken to the shelter where they were treated for dehydration and emaciation, mostly. On one day, 300 animals were brought to the shelter. Once they were stable, they were then transported to other shelters, often out of state.

On the plane coming home my sister talked to a woman who was flying to Atlanta to pick up her cat, then her husband and then they were going to Seattle to live. She just couldn’t stay there any more.

Some of my sister’s stories were just darling. A small dog and cat were found in one home. The rescues were told by someone, not sure who that the dog and cat were very close and needed to stay together. Once the dog was stabilized and the cat re-hydrated, they were kenneled together, they only had each other now and the rescuers were determined to keep them together.

One shocking story was told to my sister by a man working rescue in Texas after Rita. The small town was flooded and they were traveling along the roads by boat searching for survivors, animal or people. It was dead quiet, no birds in the trees, no bugs. Everyone was gone and because of Katrina during Rita, people were allowed to take their pets, so they weren’t finding any.

But then they saw something very strange in a tree head of them. As they got closer, they saw that this something was very big. It was a horse. A HORSE! Stuck in a tree. How it actually got there is anybodies guess, but the theory is that when the floodwaters were higher the horse was swimming and its bridle got stuck in the branches. Then is got tangled and as the floodwaters receded the horse was trapped.

They were able to save the horse and get the terrified animal safely out of the tree, but that’s just bizarre.

Some of her stories are just gross. An old woman was discovered dead, and her fourteen or so cats trapped in her house with her had gotten hungry. A number of Dogs left in a courthouse, for some unknown reason, were found dead, except one. A few of them had defiantly fought, killed each other and then well, got hungry.

She said that about 70% of the dogs brought in were Pit Bulls. Underground Dog fights are a pretty big thing down in New Orleans (or were) and Pit Bulls were the dog of choice. Many of they had to be, or will be, put down.

You know that these rescuers are full of compassion for life when they bring in a gold fish one day and a tarantula the next. And are willing to put their lives, literally everyday, on the line to bring in feral cats, and violent Dogs. Most of the animals however were unbelievably grateful to seen a human face. Many animals that were barely alive when found managed to find the energy to wag their tails, or lick the face of a rescuer as they were being transported to the shelter.

My sister said it was too much to do again. Knowing what she knows and seeing what see saw she wouldn’t go back. At least not for a while.

She took some pictures and I both want and don’t want to see them. There will also be a website put up at some point with pictures from the trip, which I will pass on when I know the Url.
 
Hands that pray
09.29.05 (6:59 am)   [edit]
Sometimes I wonder about my hands that pray, are they so different from everyone else’s hands that pray?

Image hosted by Photobucket.com
Image hosted by Photobucket.com
Image hosted by Photobucket.com

Image hosted by Photobucket.com
Image hosted by Photobucket.com
Image hosted by Photobucket.com

Image hosted by Photobucket.com
Image hosted by Photobucket.com

We all hold our hands the same way sometimes. To pray, to honour, to meditate, to cry, to grieve.

Image hosted by Photobucket.com
Image hosted by Photobucket.com
Image hosted by Photobucket.com
Image hosted by Photobucket.com
Image hosted by Photobucket.com

When I see hands in prayer; everyone’s hands look the same.
Image hosted by Photobucket.com

Image hosted by Photobucket.com

Image hosted by Photobucket.comImage hosted by Photobucket.com

Image hosted by Photobucket.com
Image hosted by Photobucket.com

Image hosted by Photobucket.com It makes me wonder why we think we’re so different.
 
My Angel
09.27.05 (9:51 am)   [edit]
I suppose I have this thing for wings. I like fairies,




I love this sticker, she's my favorite fae.

I have an angel always watching my back.

Image hosted by Photobucket.com




And a raven sits on my shoulder.

Image hosted by Photobucket.com




never really thought about before but I guess I like things with wings.

FM
 
Update on my sister in Baton Rouge, sept 27
09.27.05 (4:38 am)   [edit]
My sister called just as I arrived home from school last night. She was pretty broken up. They are still staying at the house in Baton Rouge offered up by their Good Samaritan, which is getting to be close quarters with 12 extra people there. After hurricane Rita reared her ugly head, my sister and the team returned to work helping these more animals. The heat and humidity was/is pretty intense and my sisters northern cold loving body had a lot of trouble dealing with it.

She was up most of the night before last throwing up from heat stroke. Today she stayed behind at the house when everyone went to the shelter. She was still sick and seeing all the terrible states of these poor animals was getting to be too much.

The shelter is like a medical tent in a war zone. The three day old kittens rescued yesterday had to be smuggled out, otherwise they would have been put down, no one has the time to nurse them by hand. (I may get a kitten out of this)

Some of the girls had gone in to New Orleans to be part of the search and rescue, my sister hasn’t gone yet and she started to cry just thinking about it. She didn’t even tell me some of their stories; it’s all too raw and intense to speak about right now.

She told me that she can’t, just can’t go to the triage center in New Orleans where the animals brought in are even a quick once over and a spilt decision has to be made about whether this dog, this cat can make it and then be sent on to Gonzales, where my sister was working, to be treated fully. These animals are like casualties of a war, and my sympathetic sister feels each one of these little guys pain and suffering.

Because of the second hurricane and then getting heat stroke she feels like she hasn’t been much help. She wants to do more, but she’s worn out and is ready to come home; Wants to come home. She’s back on Wednesday.

I told her that she’s done more than a lot of people could do, or were willing to do. And that she can’t feel bad about the heat stroke she has never been in heat or humidity that high and had no way of knowing how her body would react. I told her that I’ve been telling her story and that even though it probably doesn’t help her feel better now, people are inspired by her, people have been given hope because of her and that there are so many people thinking about her and praying for her.

My sister is a humble one; I could feel her blush over the phone. She doesn’t want to be a hero; she just wants to help these animals.

That’s why I love my sister.
 
My eyes are bloodshot
09.25.05 (9:20 am)   [edit]
My eyes are bloodshot, my feet hurt, I’m tired and a little nauseous. Last night was me high school reunion. I went with a friend, we left our husbands and children at home and made a girls night out of it.

If I had to sum it up in one word I would choose surreal. Some people had changed so much I didn’t recognize them, others it could have been yesterday that we were goofing off in English class.

My friend and I went out for dinner first. This was her first big night out, without child, since he was born almost a year ago. She needed a great night and we had it. After dinner we parked the car in West Vancouver and took the bus downtown. (about ten minutes) and then walked a few blocks to the club.

As I got out of the car to catch the bus, the heal of my boot separated from my shoe. It wasn’t do bad, I could still walk on it, it only half separated.

Once we were downtown we were crossing Georgia at Burrard, a major intersection downtown, behind me I hear a voice, “hey ladies!” all smarmy and nasty. I turn about to tell some guy to fuck off, when I see that its S and I, too guys I haven’t seen since high school and was really hoping I’d see tonight.

I’ll admit it, I squealed one of those girlie squeals I normally mock and hugged S right there in the middle of the intersection. I don’t know if the lights changed while I was hugging these two old friends and I don’t really care. I was so happy to see them. After grad they had basically dropped off the face of the planet so it was worth a girlie squeal for.

We all walked up to the club together and chatted a bit, made up lies to answer the “what are you doing now?” question. My favorite is “I hand feed orphan platypus’s.”

All in all it was a great evening, our admission included two drink tickets and the bartenders were over pouring the Gin, so after a few sips most of my awkwardness just melted away.

What you all have to understand is that in high school I was “awkward low self esteem geek girl” not this stunning representative of the Female race that stands before you today. So I was really great to finally have the confidence to chat with some of these people in a completely casual way.

It was also wonderful to my self esteem to have a couple of old crushes say to me, “man you’re hot now.” And “it really sucks your married”. That’ll keep me smiling for the next ten years. Sure these guys were drunk, but I’m letting myself forget that part.

Some other highlights:
Seeing my very first boyfriend C. you know the boyfriend you have in elementary school, you admit you like each other and then never speak to them again for four years. We made some jokes about that. He’s happily married; one kid and another ready to pop out of his gorgeous, friendly wife any second.

Seeing my high school boyfriend, who I haven’t spoken to since we broke up nine years ago, He’s happy, engaged and still has his cat Max. Max was one of my sister’s kittens and he took her when we were dating. She’s been his best friend for years and he insisted that I tell my sister that.

After that party ended a number of us ended up at another bar. My poor shoe was really having trouble now. I could still walk on the heel, but it was wobbly. S gave me a piggy back most of the way to the next bar. There’s just something about being with the friends you had at 17 that makes you pretty sure you’re still 17. (oh yeah and the Gin) My friend and I hung out until 2 and then caught a cab back to our car and drove home.

There’s more little stories, but they’ll have no meaning to anyone but myself, so I’ll just keep them for myself. I had a wonderful time and I’m glad I went. It sorta sucks it’ll be ten years before I see some of these people again, and yet there’s a bittersweetness about that – that makes last night all the more sacred.

I took some pics, but it would seem that my hubbie took the camera out riding today, so they’ll have to get posted later. If there are major typos or sentence structure issues in this post I apologize, I’m really tired, and I’m much to tired to read this over and proof it.

FM





Bitter Waters

Coming Jan 2006

For anyone who reads this and is interested in being updated as my book publishing thing moves along, email bitterwatersthenovel@hotm ail.com. And don’t worry I’ll never give, sell, or otherwise abuse email addys given to me. You will only get junk mail about my book, and nothing else. Promise.

 
Reporters Without Borders: Handbook for bloggers
09.24.05 (1:24 pm)   [edit]
Check this out!
"Handbook for bloggers and cyber-dissidents"

"Blogs get people excited. Or else they disturb and worry them. Some people distrust them. Others see them as the vanguard of a new information revolution. Because they allow and encourage ordinary people to speak up, they’re tremendous tools of freedom of expression.
Bloggers are often the only real journalists in countries where the mainstream media is censored or under pressure. Only they provide independent news, at the risk of displeasing the government and sometimes courting arrest.

Reporters Without Borders has produced this handbook to help them, with handy tips and technical advice on how to to remain anonymous and to get round censorship, by choosing the most suitable method for each situation. It also explains how to set up and make the most of a blog, to publicise it (getting it picked up efficiently by search-engines) and to establish its credibility through observing basic ethical and journalistic principles."


download the book here:
http://www.rsf.org/rubrique.php3?id_rubrique=542" title="http://www.rsf.org/rubrique.php3?id_rubrique=542" target="_blank"http://www.rsf.org/rubrique.p...
 
update: my sister in Baton Rouge
09.24.05 (5:15 am)   [edit]
I had a longer conversation with my sister yesterday from Baton Rouge. She sounded a lot better rested and slightly more relaxed, all things considered. She had the time to tell me her story so far.

She and twelve other people- her team, left Vancouver on a bus on Wednesday morning at about 4am. The drove to Seattle and typical of Seattle got stuck in horrendous traffic. They arrived at SeaTac airport 25 minutes before their flight was to leave. After check in and security, they ran, and I say truthfully ran to the gate, where they had just finished boarding the final passenger. They all got on the flight, but two of the girls bags got left behind.

They arrived in Atlanta where they then boarded a smaller plane; I think the term is puddle jumper, to fly to New Orleans. For a never explained reason they sat on the runway for almost two hours, in a very small and very hot metal box. “Mechanical problems” was all they were told. Eventually they took off. My sister was exhausted, stressed and she hates to fly. She almost ‘lost it’ she said.

Landing in New Orleans was a totally surreal experience they were quite literally the only plane to land in the airport. Security guards were standing around drinking coffee and chatting, other airport personnel looked bored. They were picked up from the airport in limousines! The only transport available and were taking to Gonzales (approx the midway point between New Orleans and Baton Rouge) the location of the animal rescue shelter.

Their new home was an Army barracks tent. The Shelter is huge my sister said, over 1500 dogs and cats, a huge number of birds, lizards and other exotics, 300 horses and Volunteers from every corner of North America. http://www.hsus.org/hsus_fiel...

Because of my sisters training, she worked in the ICU with the vets. She said it was so overwhelming she broke down twice the first day. It was so hot and the state of the animals was so horrible she had trouble handling it. She said there were people walking around with bottles of water and Gatorade handling them out to the workers. They made the vets and techs stop work long enough to see them open their water and drink. “I’m not walking away until I see you drink something” they said to my sister. “I don’t care if it’s just sip, but you have to drink.”

When you see so much work to do it’s hard to stop yourself and remember to pause long enough to keep hydrated.

After only one day of work, Hurricane Rita caused the shelter to be shutdown and all it’s volunteers to be evacuated. My sisters team where living in a tent, they had no where to go. A very kind woman, another volunteer (I think) over heard this and offered her house in Baton Rouge as a refuge, so on Thursday evening they went to this woman’s house where they slept on the living room and dinning room floors.

I spoke with my sister after her first good night sleep, and she was in complete awe and full of gratitude towards this woman and all the other volunteers she’s met so far. The weather was nasty, but they were all safe.

The team is hoping to return to the shelter today or tomorrow. Because of more flooding they are not entirely sure if they can fly out of New Orleans this coming Wednesday. But that’s a few days away and anything can happen in a few days.

If you were to ask me a few weeks ago to describe my sister Bravery, courage and selflessness probably wouldn’t have made it on the list. She’s not a chicken shit or selfish person or anything like that. She’s caring, friendly and fun. Now that I’ve watched her go through all this those first three words top the list. This isn’t something she HAD to do, this is something she WANTED to do and felt so strongly about it that she overcame a number of her fears to do it.

In the grand scheme of what’s happening down south these days it’s just a small story. But there are thousands of small stories of hope, courage and bravery playing out right now and they can bring hope to others to see how people can come together and care when times are tough.

It’s a little cheesy I know, but I love my sister, she inspires me and makes me proud to be her sister.

FM
 
update on my sister
09.23.05 (7:12 am)   [edit]
I talked to my sister last evening, she sounded rushed, nervous and stressed out on the phone. She and the rest of the volunteer team were being evacuated from New Orleans to Baton Rouge. They were going to a house there and that's all she knew. We didn't have a lot of time to talk and the connection was bad.

We were all glad to her from her, and I'm glad that she's okay.

I continue to pray for her, the volunteer team and everyone else dealing with all this crazyness.


FM
 
Mabon
09.22.05 (12:27 pm)   [edit]



Yup now that I’ve got this photo think figured out I’m going to go nuts putting up photos in my blogs. Yippie!

These photos can be clicked on to enlarge them. These are my Mabon Sabbat altars. The one in the Kitchen represents the harvest and sharing this day with friends. Mabon Colours are greens, oranges, yellows, reds and Gold all very autumny.



This is my traditional altar for the Sabbat. All the standard altar items are present. There are four candles. The one on the left is for the Goddess; the one on the right is for the God. The tall one in the center is for Spirit, usually these are the only ones on an altar, today I added prayer candle, the one that is watched over by two angels. My sister (who’s in New Orleans) gave it to me for Christmas. I light a candle when I pray and this candle is for her and everyone else struggling with these hurricanes.

In front of the candles are the rest of the altar ‘tools’. On the left is an eagle feather I found a number of years ago, beside it is a wand made of Birch. Next to this is a blue chalice for sacred water. There is a river rock with a wheel symbol on it, it represents the wheel of the year and the eight major holidays. Beside the rock is a Pentacle, a five pointed star within a circle. The pentacles points represent: earth, air, fire, water and spirit.

It is hard to see in the photo but next to the pentacle is a brown dish of salt. When the salt and the sacred water are mixed and blessed they become Holy Water which is used for cleansing the sacred space.

My Athame is a symbolic black handled knife I made from a piece of drift wood; it is sitting to the right of the pentacle. It is used to direct energy when creating the sacred circle or directing energy towards a specific place for healing or blessing. The Wand can be used for the same purpose, but often a wand is used for drawing energy inward, such as ‘drawing down the moon’ during the full moon, or collecting energy from other sources.

I keep the candles lit for the day, and will keep a prayer candle lit until this hurricane passes.



for more reading about the traditions and rituals of Mabon go here:
http://www.tblog.com/templates/index.php?bid=Fairmoon&static=1 969804729" title="http://www.tblog.com/templates/index.php?bid=Fairmoon&static=1 969804729" target="_blank"http://www.tblog.com/template...

(The other stuff in the photo is a couple of my boxes and other objects that always sit on the cabinet; they don’t really have anything to do with the Altar.)
 
Rita and my sister and TEXAN Tbloggers
09.22.05 (6:42 am)   [edit]
i just talked to my sisters husband. he hasn't heard anything from her yet, but she flew into Atlanta and then was heading by bus west, with the other volunteers, so she's outside Ritas path.

There are many bloggers here from Texas, if you have an oppertunity- post and let us other bloggers know how you're doing. My thoughts go out to all of you, as do my prayers.

FM
 
Rita and my sister
09.22.05 (5:38 am)   [edit]
My sister flew from seattle to houston yesterday, i'm waiting to hear from her husband if he's heard from her yet. I've heard that they are evacuating houston now. She was supposed to head towards New Orleans, but I don't know now.

I'm praying for her and everyone else down south. Everyone else- please do the same.

FM
 
Photo Album
09.21.05 (11:14 am)   [edit]
Image hosted by Photobucket.com

So i've created a photo album at photobucket. Thanks Deathbyglitter http://deathbyglitter.tblog.c... for helping me test it all out. Because i feel it respectful to keep my childs picture private, only friends that I invite to the album can access the pictures. a lot of you here are my friends and I'm happy to share these photos with you. If you are interested in seeing some photos from my trip and other stuff I've toosed into the album, send me a Private Message with an email addy where i can send you the invite. Please don't take any of my photos and copy them someplace else. Especally my family ones. Thank you very much.

oh okay twist my rubber arm, here's a photo of my ritual/sacred space/back deck.


Image hosted by Photobucket.com




FM
 
photo test
09.21.05 (6:00 am)   [edit]
testing....

this is a photo i took in utah in 2002






This is in Chaco in New Mexico


Image hosted by Photobucket.com




This is Calf Ceek Waterfall in Utah


Image hosted by Photobucket.com




I did not edit the colours in the photo, the rocks really are those colours from all the algae
 
Mabon the Autumn Equinox
09.20.05 (11:34 am)   [edit]

Image hosted by Photobucket.com



This Thursday is the fall equinox, also called Mabon to those who follow the pagan path. Day and night; light and dark are equal at this time of the year. And we change over from that light half of the year summer to the dark half winter. It is a day of balance.

Night is watched over by the Goddess, often seen as the moon. She invites us to look inward at this time of year. We don’t do as much outside during winter; we cozy down inside our homes and turn our thoughts towards introspection and internal relationships.

As this is also the time of harvest, it is the time to consider what we have sown and what we have reaped. What are our debts to the land, the Goddess and the God, to our friends and those around us? Have we paid them? This is a time to rid ones self of unnecessary and unwanted debt and energy, to lay to rest old arguments, to dispose of old guilt, envy and other unwanted feelings. It is time to banish anything that might hold us back and bring back balance to our lives before the winter.

Perhaps we’ve been caring around unneeded anger towards a person, or unwanted stress. There could be events that have happened over the past year that we continue to dwell on- good or bad, and it is time to move on. We may have some bad habits we’d like to stop.

Sometimes these thoughts, habits and ideas are called prisoners; we keep them locked up and eventually we reach a point where we need to let them go before they over run our souls.

As said before, this time of year is an opportune time to release them. Releasing them allows their energy to return to the earth, be cleansed by the Goddess and renewed into positive and useful energy. Soon we will come to the Pagan New Year, called Samhain (pronounced Sah vain, or Sow wen, depending on whether you favor the welsh or Scottish) also known as Halloween. The New Year is a time for honouring ancestors and loved ones who’ve passed on. We take time to mourn our sadness from losing people important in our lives. This is the next step in release and cleansing so taking the time to mourn for ourselves at Mabon begins the preparations for this next Sabbat.

The ritual

Releasing these energies is very easy, once you’ve mentally, emotionally, and energetically decided to let them go. Begin by collecting some fall leaves in bright colours. Do this a few days before Mabon if possible to allow them to dry out some. If you can’t do this collecting them on Mabon is fine.

Take time on this day to consider what emotions, thoughts, ideas, habits you hold prisoner and would like to release. For each one choose a leaf and draw a symbol or write a word that represents this prisoner on the leaf.

Once you’ve done that mediate and ask the God/dess to help you release them. Ask that their energy be taken back to the God/dess and revived into positive and useful energy for the universe. Consider for yourself how you might transform these energies in to positive emotions or actions. (we’ll get to this in a minute)

Take the leaves and let them go. Burn them, toss them to the wind, bury them or send them floating down a stream. This will release the prisoners.

Mabon also marks the final harvest for rural cultures. The last of the food would be brought in from the fields around this time and it would be busy time for preserving, canning and storing away all the food for the winter. Mabon would celebrate the bounty of these years’ gifts from the earth. In some cultures a small amount of the harvest would be given back. Casting some grain, seed, or other plant material into streams or the ocean was common. So were animal sacrifices- but in modern times that’s just not done anymore.

Consider doing this at the same time that you release your leaves. This is especially good if you have a garden, choose from it to give back to the God/dess to say thank you for your bounty.

After releasing these prisoners it is time to think of the good habits you would like to practice, the positive actions you can take to counter the negative ones you’ve just released. Knot magic is a very potent form of creating a symbol of your intentions. The knots are seen as binding and hold tight to the energy you put into them as you tie the knots. Take a length of white cord and tie a knot for every new good habit or action you wish to practice. Don’t overwhelm yourself with a dozen new ones. Pick three or four that you will remember and be able to put into practice. Your white cord will serve as a reminder of these promises you’ve made to yourself and the God/dess. Keep it someplace special and were you will see it often.

The spell below is used to bind one idea with nine knots.

Traditional Nine Knot Spell

By knot of one, the spell's begun
By knot of two, I make it true
By knot of three, so mote it be
By knot of four, the open door
By knot of five, the spell's alive
By the spell of six, the spell is fixed
By the spell of seven, the earth and heaven
By the spell of eight, the stroke of fate
By the spell of nine, the thing is mine

Invocations to the God and Goddess at the time of Mabon
My Lady of the moon, compassionate Queen of the night, we give thanks for the richness of the earth's harvest.
Oh Goddess, You offer to us the energy to reap the goodness that we have sown, and enhance our strengths, so that we may share our abundance with all. We come together in your presence, to give thanks for our good fortune. We welcome you here to share our Mabon celebration. Blessed Be.

My Lord of the sun, shield of courage and God of light, as we begin the journey toward the cavern of the dark, we thank you for the courage to look at ourselves, both our light and our dark sides.
Like this equinox, we must find balance between these forces, and reap the benefits of both. Through the challenges you give us we learn to grow and to weave these lessons into the fabric of our lives. During this harvest, may we reap joys of successful endeavors. We welcome you here to share our Mabon celebration. Blessed Be.


This year a friend and I plan to do the leaf ritual in the afternoon. In the evening our small group will likely meet online and have a chat. Mabon is also a time to feast and enjoy the company of friends. Many of our group’s members live to far apart from each other to meet in person, so we’re going to try to have an online feast!

 
typing class
09.20.05 (5:30 am)   [edit]
I started school last night. A typing class to improve my speed. That last sentence took me about four minutes to write using the proper keys and not looking at the broad. I’m screwed.
 
Buddhism The Four Noble Truths and the Eight Fold Path
09.19.05 (11:13 am)   [edit]
The religion of the future will be a cosmic religion. It should transcend a personal God and avoid dogmas and theology. Covering both the natural and the spiritual, it should be based on a religious sense arising from the experience of all things, natural and spiritual as a meaningful unity. If there is any religion that would cope with modern scientific needs, it would be Buddhism.

Albert Einstein

The Four Noble Truths of Buddhism

In between my Christian upbringing and my choice to follow an Earth Based Faith I studied Buddhism. I took classes with an ex-monk and his wife, an ex-nun. That’s why they left. Isn’t that sweet?

Anyway, at first I was just interested to know more about Buddhism. But after learning about it, I became more and more interested and have a deep respect for the faith. It’s been on my mind a lot lately, for a few reasons. One, since Pastor Dave’s and my conversations about faith, I find myself leaning more towards the “it just is” mentality towards faith. Buddhism takes the “just is” mentality to heart. I’m not sure this constant discourse (yes I see the irony) is good for one’s faith.

Two, I’m reading “Creation” and Cyrus- the main character, is in India and is about to meet Buddha-the Buddha. And three, after being asked “where is God?” my answer to that is basically what the four noble truths say. So I decided to write about them, a little.


The first one: Life is suffering, or Life means suffering.

Humans aren’t perfect. Neither is the world we live it. We all have to live though and deal with the same suffering, pain, sickness, injury, old age, sadness, frustration, fear and sorrow.

And yet if we do not endure these sufferings we would never know and appreciate their opposites, Joy, happiness, pleasure, compassion, comfort.

Our world is subject to impermanence, everything changes and nothing lasts forever. Sorrows heal; joy follows tragedy. And sadness will follow joy. We can not hold on to any of what we strive for, our happiness will pass by, just as suffering does.

On a side note, I have an Angel on my back. She is reaching for her halo, she is imperfect and her halo is just beyond her reach. She is my reminder to keep striving. One day I will have that word added to her image.

The second one: The origin of suffering is attachment.

We all have things we are attached to, things such as ideas, thoughts, beliefs as well as physical objects. We suffer because we desire to keep them and obtain more. We can’t let go and fear the possibility of losing them. We fear being shown we could be wrong in our ideas. We suffer from desire, the pursuit of wealth, prestige. We crave, we want. And yet all of these things are as impermanent as suffering and joy. The loss of these things are inevitable and so we suffer at their loss; even their possible loss.

To add to this a major object of attachment is the idea of “self”. Self is a delusion because what we call “self” is imaginary. We are all merely a part of the perpetual transformation of the universe.

A hard one to swallow for sure, I defiantly don’t have a handle on it, I crave, I want and I on occasion feel it is my right to- Have.

Number three: The cessation of suffering is attainable.

The end of suffering can be accomplished though nirodha. This means the unmaking of sensual craving and conceptual attachment. This truth shows that through having dispassion suffering can end. Nirodha destroys all attachment, that suffering can be overcome though removing the cause of suffering. Having perfect dispassion is a process of many levels and always takes many life times, it ultimately results in the state of Nirvana. Nirvana is the freedom from all troubles, complexes, worries and ideas; an end to suffering in its entirety.

The disclaimer and almost always gets tacked on to this truth is: Nirvana is not comprehensible to those who have not reached it.

Although my Buddhism teacher was kind enough to say to me after class one day that he felt my incarnation right now is close to nirvana- based on my understanding of Buddhist ideas, the fact that I’m secretly really happy about this comment shows me I’m actually pretty far away from it.

I am not yet ready to let go of my earthly desires. Nor am I ready to let go of my attachment to the Goddess. Although I do believe that the act of nonattachment is the path to nirvana and I do believe that Buddhism is the natural course my soul will take through it’s lifetimes, I will- in this incarnation- remain Wiccan, maybe in my next life I’ll be Buddhist.


The last one is: The path to the cessation of suffering.

This path is commonly known as the Eight Fold Path. This is a path of self development. Often called the “middle way”, it balances the extremes of excessive self indulgence- hedonism and excessive self denial- asceticism; and it leads ultimately to the end of the birth and rebirth cycle. It is this second part that discerns it from other paths where humans “wander on the wheel of becoming” (a path with no end). By ending the birth and rebirth cycles the eight fold way differs from these other paths- it has an end- nirvana. This path can extend over many lifetimes and throughout these lives each individual rebirth is subject to karma. Craving, ignorance, delusion and all suffering gradually disappear as progress is made along the path.

The Eight Fold Path

As mentioned above the journey along this path can take many lifetimes. With each rebirth we take wisdom, or ignorance, gained in previous lives with us. Where we stand along the path depends not just on our actions, or inactions, of this life, but also all of the previous lives we have lived.

I don’t totally understand a lot of the ideas talked about in the Eight fold path which says to me, I’m not very far along.

The Eight Fold Path can be divided into three parts.

Wisdom:

1. Right View
2. Right Intention


Ethical Conduct:
3. Right Speech
4. Right Action
5. Right Livelihood


Mental Development:
6. Right Effort
7. Right mindfulness
8. Right Concentration

Right view: Right view is the beginning and the end of the path, it means to understand things as they really are and to realize that the Four Noble Truths are the way. As such, right view is the intelligent aspect of wisdom. It means to grasp the impermanence and imperfect nature of the world and ideas. With the Right View one understands law of karma and karmic conditioning.

Right Intention: refers to the deliberate action aspect of wisdom. The right view gives us the intelligence to take action with the right intention. It is a commitment to ethical and mental self development. Buddha distinguishes three types of right intentions:

1. The intention of renunciation; resistance to the pull of desire,
2. The intention of good will; resistance to feelings of anger and aversion, and
3. The intention of harmlessness; meaning not to think or act cruelly, violently, or aggressively, and to develop compassion.

Right Speech: is the first principle of ethical conduct in the eightfold path. Ethical conduct is a guideline to moral discipline, which supports the other principles of the path. Right Speech in the context of Buddhist ethics is obvious: words can break or save lives, make enemies or friends, start war or create peace. Buddha explained right speech as follows:

1. To abstain from false speech; do not tell deliberate lies and do not to speak deceitfully,
2. To abstain from slanderous speech and not to use words maliciously against others,
3. To abstain from harsh words that offend or hurt others, and
4. To abstain from idle chatter that lacks purpose or depth.

To say it nicely, this means to tell the truth, to speak friendly, warm, and gently and to talk only when necessary.

Right Action: The second ethical principle, right action, involves the body as natural means of expression, as it refers to deeds that involve bodily actions. Unhealthy acts lead to unstable states of mind, while healthy actions lead to sound states of mind. Right action means:

1. To abstain from harming sentient beings, especially to abstain from taking life (including suicide) and doing harm intentionally or delinquently,
2. To abstain from taking what is not given, which includes stealing, robbery, fraud, deceitfulness, and dishonesty, and
3. To abstain from sexual misconduct.

Said in a nice way, right action means to act kindly and compassionately, to be honest, to respect the belongings of others, and to keep sexual relationships harmless to others. Further details regarding the concrete meaning of right action can be found in the Precepts (more on the precepts later).

Right Livelihood: means that one should earn one's living in a righteous way and that wealth should be gained legally and peacefully. The Buddha mentions four specific activities that harm other beings and that one should avoid for this reason:

1. Dealing in weapons,
2. Dealing in living beings (including raising animals for slaughter as well as slave trade and prostitution),
3. Working in meat production and butchery, and
4. Selling intoxicants and poisons, such as alcohol and drugs. Furthermore any other occupation that would violate the principles of right speech and right action should be avoided.

Right effort can is often prerequisite for the other principles of the path. Without effort, nothing can be achieved. Mental energy is the strength behind right effort; it can occur in either healthy or unhealthy states. The same type of energy that fuels desire, envy, aggression, and violence can fuel self-discipline, honesty, benevolence, and kindness. Right effort is detailed in four types of actions that rank in ascending order of perfection:

1. To prevent the arising of un-arisen unhealthy states,
2. To abandon unhealthy states that have already arisen,
3. To arouse wholesome states that have not yet arisen, and
4. To maintain and perfect wholesome states already arisen.

Right Mindfulness is the controlled and perfected faculty of cognition. It is the mental ability to see things as they are, with clear consciousness. Usually, the cognitive process begins with an impression induced by perception, or by a thought, but then it does not stay with the mere impression. Instead, we almost always conceptualize sense impressions and thoughts immediately.

We interpret them and set them in relation to other thoughts and experiences, which naturally go beyond the facticity of the original impression. The mind then posits concepts, joins concepts into constructs, and weaves those constructs into complex interpretative schemes.

Right mindfulness enables us to be aware of the process of conceptualization in a way that we actively observe and control the way our thoughts go. Buddha accounted for this as the four foundations of mindfulness:

1. Contemplation of the body,
2. Contemplation of feeling (repulsive, attractive, or neutral),
3. Contemplation of the state of mind, and
4. Contemplation of the phenomena.

Right Concentration The eighth principle of the path refers to the development of a mental strength that occurs in natural consciousness. Concentration in this context means a state where all mental faculties are unified and directed onto one particular object. The Buddhist method of choice to develop right concentration is through the practice of meditation. The meditating mind focuses on a selected object. It first directs itself onto it, then sustains concentration, and finally intensifies concentration step by step. Through this practice it becomes natural to apply elevated levels concentration also in everyday situations.

I never said being Buddhist would be easy.
 
Back from my trip and AWESOME NEWS
09.19.05 (5:15 am)   [edit]
I'm back from a few days away on holiday with my family. we had a great time- I'm chooseing to ingore the loooonnnnggg ferry ride home and the Rulers puking incident in the van while waiting a realllllyyyyy llloooonnnngggg time for the slow ferry.

We spent a lot of time at the beach, enjoing the misty fog and the endless joy of tossing rocks in to tidal pools. The big waves of long beach were a littl overwhelming for the ruler, tidal pools were much more fun.

Our Cabin was nice, but I wonder at going on holiday to rest and relax and going some place WITHOUT a dishwasher and no VCR. Ah well we stil enjoyed outselves and i'll try to figure out how to post pics when i get them developed.

My awesome news involves my sister. I have too, by the way. One who currently lives in my basement, thereafter sister1 and one who is a vet tech and DOESN'T live in my basement, hereafter sister2. both are older than me.

Sister2 is going to New Orleans on Wednesday to be a volunteer in the animal rescue. She has the training to be a big help to the poor little creatures who've lost their families. I am so proud of my sister for wanting to do this. She hates to fly and she's nervous to go, but go she is, which is so very awesome.

What's totally cool is that her work is giving her the time off WITH PAY! YEAH!! HAVING A GREAT EMPLOYER!

so that's my news.

PS i start back at school tonight! ack -- typing class.

it's good to be back in tblogville.

FM
 
to the end of the earth
09.14.05 (2:27 pm)   [edit]
I'm off on a family holiday until sunday. We're heading out to Ucluelet BC (see first link below) on the west coast of vancouver island-- next stop west--- that weird looking Peninsula that hangs off the end of Russia (see second link) See you all next week.

http://maps.google.com/maps?q=tofino" title="http://maps.google.com/maps?q=tofino" target="_blank"http://maps.google.com/maps?q...+bc&ll=49.092754,-125.753291&spn=0.402376,0.962814&hl=en

http://maps.google.com/maps?q=tofino" title="http://maps.google.com/maps?q=tofino" target="_blank"http://maps.google.com/maps?q...+bc&ll=54.876607,175.348492&spn=46.286546,123.240234&t=h&hl=en
 
Pagans provide Aid to hurricane Katrina victims
09.10.05 (4:32 pm)   [edit]
The Pagan community has set themselves the task of aiding the evacuees and the areas affected by the Hurricane Katrina that caused so much damage a mere 11 days ago. Our community, which has been growing, has discovered a new maturity and ability to help. Under Avalon Cares, we find a group absolutely committed to doing their best to help and to represent our community within our highest precepts, 'In Perfect Love and Perfect Trust'. We want to thank The Witches' Voice (Witchvox.com) for getting the news out so quickly to the community.

Avalon Cares (Avaloncares.org) is a 501c3 run by the Officers of Avalon, which is a distinctive group of Police Officers, Firemen, and other emergency services workers, who are Pagan or Pagan sympathetic. It is a great organization led by talented people. So far they raised $11,000. Even more importantly the First 8 trucks of aid are leaving Florida Friday to the affect areas. Once they arrive, we will let you know.

In cooperation with Avalon Cares the Aquarian Tabernacle Church, (ATC), is helping coordinate this. They are deeply involved and coordinating housing and working with the Clergy in the affected areas, including New Orleans. They have established a Housing Database and act as eyes on the ground. They are leading a second team into NOLA area on Mabon to support one of their long term core groups.

The Correllian Nativist Church International (CNCI) is following the lead of Avalon Cares, and cooperating with ATC in anyway they can. For the Correllian community they have taken up the task to doing a longer term assistance. We are now working on collecting and requesting anything the first Avalon Care teams ask for. A second team (ATC) leaves September 21st, and once in place will also be requesting aid. The Correllians are be asked to coordinate support supplies as best they can, with as many groups as we can. The next few weeks will be crucial to the success of these teams and keeping them supported in the field.

Together we are hoping to make a difference. After all, we have a lot of our own members and clergy which we still have not located. We have the whole world ready to forget this event is about human beings, while others prefer seeing it as some sort of judgement of God. Today, Pagans are saying none of these things, and instead saying "How can we help the people?'. The answer is one day at a time, and by supporting each other, in perfect love and perfect trust. We definitely need your help.

Here is a List of Support Websites, Please Pass them on.

Main Contact Page: http://www.avaloncares.org/
To List Housing: http://www.ironoak.org/housin...
Latest News: http://www.witchvox.com/
Official Notices; http://www.paganaid.info/
Networking volunteers: http://www.paganaidnetwork.co...
Correllian Nativist Church http://www.correllian.com/
Directorate, CNCI: http://www.correllian.org/

If you want to help, contect Edthepagan@aol.com
For help providing financial assistance: Admin@correllian.org

Blessings
Ed Hubbard
Director, CNCI, Inc.
 
What do i see in the mirror?
09.09.05 (6:03 am)   [edit]
What do I see in the mirror?

To answer my self inflicted question, I see a person who lives really far away from New Orleans. Is that an excuse to not do anything? No, it’s not.

I can’t open my home up to people who need a bed, how would they get here? But I would if I lived closer. I would happily take in anyone who needed a bed and a bath.

Sure, I can say that when there’s no chance of it happening. Would I really and truly though, I find myself wondering and although I would have some reservations about strangers in my house, and I would find it stressful I would do it.

I see a person who can’t afford to ship food and the like to the other end of the continent, but can donate money to organizations who can. I sent money to the American Red Cross. If I had known my friend Longshot’s http://longshot.tblog.com/ real name and the address of the home he’s staying at now (he lost his) I would have sent the money in his name.

I sent what we can afford, in the great bucket of donations it wasn’t a huge amount. Money is pretty tight in our family right now, we’re better off than lots, and I did what we could.

I do see a hypocrite. I went on about all this stuff, but then took the weekend to write a novel. I tried to get all of this out of my head and write about a pathetic young woman confused and abandoned (true Canadian lit style), but I couldn’t drive New Orleans from my thoughts, and the story- I’m not a happy with the result.

I see a woman who sits wondering what else I can do? How else I can help, and find that I have no answers to those questions.

I wonder about people like Bill Gates and that 290M lottery winner Kurt talked about and I ask myself, how much have they done? What would I have done if I had that kind of money? A heck of a lot more, I think to myself.

I see a woman who feels rather lost and incapable right now. One who’s prayed and hoped, lit candles and feels pretty damn blessed right now and I’m as lucky as I am.

I see a woman who’s grateful that her life is as good as it is, and feels guilt when she runs down to the store to buy milk, cheetio’s and potatoes.

I see a woman who looks at her son and thanks God he’ll not have to live though something like that. Who thanks God she won’t have to live through that, and also feels guilt for those thoughts.

Kurt wrote about a lottery winner, http://www.tblog.com/template... who well, was an asshole. (my words, not his) The other night I lay awake thinking what would I do if I won that much money (290M). (I’d have to buy a ticket first)

I made a list:

Pay off mortgage

Trust fund for the Ruler’s education- at least 5M

Pay all bills

Pay off my parents Mortgage and all their bills

Buy both my sisters homes- pay off their student loans

Pay off the hubbies parents mortgage- and any outstanding bills

Pay off my best friend’s mortgage

Start a bursary/trust/whatever for single moms/dads to get pay for daycare and or education for improving job skills

Donate a crazy huge amount of money to the First Church Mission (downtown eastside food/soup kitchen)

Donate money to the Red Cross, or another relief organization.

Get a bunch of the snotty teenagers in my neighbourhood -who think they have it rough- and take them downtown where we buy 100 sandwiches from Timmy’s and hand them out to the street kids.

Go to Europe for a year

Buy a Mini

Hire someone to clean my house once a week forever.

Give a bunch of money to the schools the Ruler will go to- anonymously


Do all of this as secretly as possible. It’s not about the fame or looking better than other people. It’s about doing what feels right in your heart. Winning a lottery is like money falling in to you lap. I didn’t work hard to earn it, it’s not really mine. Sure I’ll take care of my own first, but after that the rest is for spreading around.

I would take my son with me to all the places I donate money. I would want him to see it, again not to show off, but to show him the faces of the people when they see me pass over the cheque with no strings attached.

I look in the mirror and think of Dalai Lama’s words in the movie Kundun. I don’t know if he ever said them, and I’m paraphrasing the movie here. He’s talking to the border guard and the end of the movie. He and some other monks are fleeing Tibet from the Chinese. The guard ask him, who he is.

He replies, “I am a simple monk. When you look at me, see me as the moon on water. When you see me trying to be a good person see it as a reflection of yourself.”
 
Where is God?
09.09.05 (4:56 am)   [edit]
This question was asked at a discussion board in regards to the New Orleans Disaster, and I was asked, from a wiccan/pagan persective i thought God was?

I hummed about the answer for a while. and finally answered this.


Well, since I was asked out right I will post an answer. I have been busy in that place we sometimes call reality and haven't had much computer time. The computer time I have had has been devoted to my blog and an interfaith conversation (reading of books) with another blogger. (If I've been asked direct questions in other posts, send my a PM and I'll read them)

so where is God/dess, from a pagan/Wicca perspective?

hhmmmm, good question.

Yesterday I started to write a response, but got distracted and never got back to it. In it I started talking about the nature of God, as I see it, etc… but last night after lying in bed awake awhile realised that there is a more important question to answer right now.

How can I reflect God through my actions?

I think that the esoteric nature of the universe and God questions can wait awhile to be answered and it’s more important to answer the mundane questions:

Where are the baby’s going to get diapers, formula?
Where are the people going to get clothes, food, water, homes?
Where are jobless going to find employment?
How can I, as a good Christian/ Wiccan/person/ American/ human in this world, help these people and show God’s Compassion thought my actions?

I’ve just finished reading Mere Christianity, by CS Lewis and I was struck by his chapter on Charity. It seemed very timely. He talks about Christian charity very honestly and says that it’s hard. It’s hard because to do ‘Christian charity’ one has to give without expectation. Often charity is given with a hope of the return favour. That’s not going to happen in this case. These people who are homeless, jobless and have nothing are not ever going to be able to give back any of what we give to them. The charity that is needed now must be completely selfless.

To Lewis, that is Christian Charity at it’s best, the way it should be, and the most important aspect of Christianity.

So where is it? What are we doing?
Sitting around asking where was God? Trying to answer unanswerable questions, when there are people in need? They don’t give a rat’s butt where God is/was? All they want to know is, where’s my kid going to get some food? How’s my kid going to go to school?

When every person who lost their home in New Orleans has a home, food, clothes and a job or school to go to, then we can sit back and muse over where God was.

I believe that we are reflections of our faith. What do you see in the mirror?
 
right now...
09.08.05 (12:35 pm)   [edit]
...I hate my printer...

 
Creation...
09.07.05 (1:28 pm)   [edit]
... by Gore Vital, could be THE COOLIEST book I've ever read. if you haven't read it yet STOP messing around on tblog and Go! Go right now and find a copy anywhere you can and then read it! The first 80 pages are a bit dry but I ASSURE you that by the time to hit page 81 or so you won't want to put it down.


Go now!

FM






 
3 day novel day two, i think
09.04.05 (3:41 pm)   [edit]
I'm almost done, which surprises me because yesterday i bummed around, even after i left the house of my partner in crime (PIC) and wireless connection. I came home around six after sitting with my PIC's husband to be while he told be nutty stories about basic training this summer. The hubbie took the Ruler out for sushi with Grandma and brought me the left overs. Yum!!

Then I found a stash of a friends VCD's that never worked on our computer, but YIPPEE worked on Sam's, so did I write a word last night? Nope I watched videos! I was tired, worn out and completly un inspired.

After a decent night's sleep and a early morning trip to Timmy's (Tim hortons for all you non canadians, thats a coffee place)

I sat down to write and the words finally began to flow. I've worked all day only to stop for some soup at lunch and now for some dinner. I just have the end to write, about five to ten more pages. I figure I can get those squared away to night- once I have some idea as to HOW i'm going to end it- and do all my editing and filling in the holes tomorrow.

That's the plan anyway... and now for the ending... hhhhmmmmm.... this might take a while...

BTW Cyotoe Ugly is a complete waste of time.

FM

Ps I haven't checked this over for typos etc... get over it, if there's mistakes in this post.
 
contest updat 4:52 pm saturday
09.03.05 (1:48 pm)   [edit]

i've lost all my motivation. and am on the verge of falling asleep. My parter in crime and her husband are also sacked out sleeping off this dreary saturday afternoon. I decided to venture off home, where I'll be innterupted by the Ruler, but al least there will be some energy to fed off of there, unlike here. :D


Even though blogging is detramental to this novel writting process and I would like to say that I won't post again until it is over, that is highly unlikely, just harder, now that I will be without a wireless connection.


I will check in, sometime later, maybe post something more, I don't know. I hope the change of scene helps my motivation... off I go...


FM

 
day two or is it still one?
09.03.05 (5:46 am)   [edit]

I wrtoe for about 45 minutes last night, and then got so tired I just couldn't see the words on the screen so i went to bed. I figured I would wake up arounf six of seven, i'm so used to that with the ruler. but no here it is almost nine am! and I'm just got my coffee and getting set to write.


I slept in!!! ack!!! if you, anyof you see me bumming around here today or any day until tuseday - yell, shout, and tell me to bugger off, got it? I've got a novel to write!


FM

 
3day novel countdown...
09.02.05 (8:47 pm)   [edit]

ten minutes approx to lift off... I'm writing on a friends laptop, and I'm still getting used to the key placement, I'm just doing a bit of writing here to get the hang of it. it's all squishy and the keys are small. but it's coming along and I'll get something written tonight, but not a lot i expect because i'm very tired and even the yucky Red Bull i drank a half hour ago isn't really helping my energy.


I've been awake since 430am, i don't figure on going to bed for another couple hours, this could be the longest i've been awake in about five years... yup just killing time...


8 minutes to go...


My parnter in crime isn't actually writing a novel for the contest, she's just going to work on her own stuff, rework some pieces etc... who know's she's pretty tired too and i don't know how long she'll last. but she's been a sweetie and already put sheets on the couch for me to crash when I want.


five minutes to go... think I'll get a snack, my pillow for my butt- this chair is too low- and get ready...


will update come morning time... good sleep all...


FM

 
Count down to the contest... approx 3 1/2 hours
09.02.05 (5:21 pm)   [edit]
it begins soon...


Hello darkness, my old friend,
I’ve come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left it’s seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
’neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of
A neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one deared
Disturb the sound of silence.

Fools said i,you do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you.
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon God they made.
And the sign flashed out it’s warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the signs said, the words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls.
And whisper’d in the sounds of silence.



A Vision upon the Fairy Queen

Sir Walter Raleigh

Me thought I saw the grave where Laura lay,
Within that temple where the vestal flame
Was wont to burn; and, passing by that way,
To see that buried dust of living fame,
Whose tomb fair Love, and fairer Virtue kept:
All suddenly I saw the Fairy Queen;
At whose approach the soul of Petrarch wept,
And, from thenceforth, those Graces were not seen:
For they this queen attended; in whose stead
Oblivion laid him down on Laura's hearse:
Here at the hardest stones were seen to bleed,
And groans of buried ghosts the heavens did pierce:
Where Homer's spright did tremble all for grief,
And cursed the access of that celestial thief!



Sam is my ex boyfriends step brother

Sam is my best friend’s husbands to be good friend

Sam is my other good friend’s ex boy friend

Sam is not a meme

Sam is a friend I’ve known a really long time and was on the verge of moving from “friend” category to “acquaintance” category.

Sam came to my Sons birthday party, the last time I saw him before that was at x-mas and the before that last summer. So I see Sam approx every six months.

Sam lives on the other side of the city, and we have very different lives, having a kid does that to you. We don’t go out a lot anymore, and when we do come home early.

Sam works two jobs, one a night job, so we don’t see him a lot

Sam is lending me his laptop for the three day novel contest this year, so I can go to my partner in crime’s house to write.

Sam is always there for his friends, even the ones he doesn’t see all that often.

Sam is a great person, friend and I’m lucky to have him in my life

This years novel will be dedicated to Sam, I hope it doesn’t suck.
 
3 day novel contest part 2
09.02.05 (1:12 pm)   [edit]
Yippee!! She’s actually getting a little excited about it! Yippee here were go…. 3 day novel begins at midnight!
 
3 day novel contest
09.02.05 (12:09 pm)   [edit]
My partner in crime for the contest is having second thoughts. She’s just not as into it this year as she was last year.

I can understand that. Her husband to be just came back from basic training. He was gone for two month and they’re still in the ‘honeymoon’ stage of getting back together. I get that, it’s a bit to sickly sweet for me to watch, but I get it.

Last year we wrote at their house- their second bedroom is their computer’s bedroom and as they have no kids there was lots of quiet. A ton more than my house where the computer is in the dinner room and I have a darling two year roaming around making cat puke sounds in his throat. (see “To Pastordave and Kurt” post) http://www.tblog.com/template...

But now that she’s not entering the contest and using this weekend as a jumpstart to her own personal writing, and “well I might not write the whole time, I want to spend time with my hubbie to be” I feel like a third wheel.

I’m rethinking whether I should even go over there this evening- contest starts 12:01 am Sat. and whether I should find a new place to write.

This has thrown a monkey wrench into my weekend, not only do I have to figure out how to write a novel in three days, I also have to figure out where to write it. A whole new set of variables here; I work up at 430 am and couldn’t get back to sleep for thinking about it.

I’m just so tired right now… http://www.3daynovel.com/

A Handy Chart for Aspiring Novelists Writing Canadian Lit. (from “How to be a Canadian”)
[sections in italics are my thoughts based on the outline of this years novel contest)


Plot: No. Enid coming to terms with her mothers death (and guilt) from cancer

Cryptic dialogue: Yes. Most likely, haven’t written any yet, but I’m terrible at dialogue so it’s likely

Cryptic dialogue hinting at a dark past betrayal: Yes. Enid feels guilt, believes her mother blamed her for her cancer.

Was it incest? Probably. No not in this case, abuse yes, incest no

Female character as empowered victim: Yes. Of course Enid is a victim, but finds the strength to face her past to be a support to her friend Anise who’s husband has just left her

Graphic but ironic use of violent imagery: Sure. Maybe but I’m not sure yet

Healing: Yes, but only at the end. Always she gets healed it ALLL works out, but I’m pretty sure the bastard husband doesn’t come back.

Humour: No. actually there might be just not sure yet

Irony: Yes. To the best of my ability, though often irony escapes me so we never can tell.

Characters who spend most of their time remembering things that happened to them before the book actually started: Yes. ALWAYS! That’s what happened in the last one, most likely in this one too.

Isn't the concept of an "empowered victim'. an oxymoron?: Shhh.

 
my neighbourhood
09.02.05 (11:04 am)   [edit]
a link to the google map of my neighbourhood in north vancouver BC Canada
http://maps.google.ca/maps?q=vancouver&ll=49 .323169" title="http://maps.google.ca/maps?q=vancouver&ll=49 .323169" target="_blank"http://maps.google.ca/maps?q=...,-123.001398&spn=0.024607,0.059524&t=h&hl=en

zoom out a bit (at least 3 clicks) and you can see downtown vancouver to the lower left (south) and all the great wildreness of the coast mountains to above (north)

zoom in (one click) and you'll get street names and the name of Some Parks: Blueridge park is one block from my house and where I take my son to play everyday.

Where do you live?
FM
 
canadians Help Out part two
09.02.05 (5:24 am)   [edit]
So it turns out that there's a whole lot of wacky stuff going on in the news. Some stories say that the Vancouver urban searcha nd rescue were not allowed into the US, but some stories like the ones below give accounts of what they are doing in Louisiana, so ...?

So here are a couple of news stories that i found at sympatico/ msn, first Bush Speaks: then the good stories. (let me know if the links are faulty, sometimes that happens to me) :D


Bush admits Katrina relief effort not acceptable

CTV.ca News Staff

Facing blistering criticism for his administration's response to Hurricane Katrina, U.S. President George W. Bush admitted "results are not acceptable" and pledged to bolster relief efforts with a personal trip to the Gulf Coast.

Speaking on White House grounds just before boarding his presidential helicopter, Marine One, Bush stopped defending his administration's response and for the first time criticized it.

"We'll get on top of this situation," Bush said before he left to tour the disaster zone, "and we're going to help the people that need help.

Read the rest of the Story http://sympaticomsn.ctv.ca/se...

B.C. rescue team describes chaos in Louisiana

CTV.ca News Staff

A Canadian search and rescue team in Louisiana says conditions on the ground are so dangerous, it has to wait for order to restore before they can get to work in the devastated hurricane region.

British Columbia's Heavy Urban Search and Rescue (USAR) left for Lafayette, La. Wednesday night after being asked by state officials for assistance.

On Thursday, the team was in Kenner, La. -- a small city of about 75,000 on the Mississippi River's East Bank -- where police described the violence and looting as "out of control."

Read the rest of the story http://www.ctv.ca/servlet/Art...


Vancouver Urban Search and Rescue

urban search and rescueVancouver's Urban Search and Rescue Team is currently in Louisiana to assist in the search and rescue efforts in the areas of the state ravaged by Hurricane Katrina. The team was deployed on August 31 and is working with the Louisiana State Troopers and the U.S. National Guard.

Brian Inglis, Manager of the City's Urban Search and Rescue Team, will be calling in with reports on the situation and experiences of the team as often as possible during the team's deployment.

Visit their website-http://vancouver.ca/usar/
 
Vacation is Over... an open letter from Michael Moore to George W. Bush
09.02.05 (5:14 am)   [edit]
Mike does it again. I'm on Michael Moores Mailing List, this is the letter I got this morning from him, reproduced here - without permission, but I think it's okay-

Friday, September 2nd, 2005

Dear Mr. Bush:

Any idea where all our helicopters are? It's Day 5 of Hurricane Katrina and thousands remain stranded in New Orleans and need to be airlifted. Where on earth could you have misplaced all our military choppers? Do you need help finding them? I once lost my car in a Sears parking lot. Man, was that a drag.

Also, any idea where all our national guard soldiers are? We could really use them right now for the type of thing they signed up to do like helping with national disasters. How come they weren't there to begin with?

Last Thursday I was in south Florida and sat outside while the eye of Hurricane Katrina passed over my head. It was only a Category 1 then but it was pretty nasty. Eleven people died and, as of today, there were still homes without power. That night the weatherman said this storm was on its way to New Orleans. That was Thursday! Did anybody tell you? I know you didn't want to interrupt your vacation and I know how you don't like to get bad news. Plus, you had fundraisers to go to and mothers of dead soldiers to ignore and smear. You sure showed her!

I especially like how, the day after the hurricane, instead of flying to Louisiana, you flew to San Diego to party with your business peeps. Don't let people criticize you for this -- after all, the hurricane was over and what the heck could you do, put your finger in the dike?

And don't listen to those who, in the coming days, will reveal how you specifically reduced the Army Corps of Engineers' budget for New Orleans this summer for the third year in a row. You just tell them that even if you hadn't cut the money to fix those levees, there weren't going to be any Army engineers to fix them anyway because you had a much more important construction job for them -- BUILDING DEMOCRACY IN IRAQ!

On Day 3, when you finally left your vacation home, I have to say I was moved by how you had your Air Force One pilot descend from the clouds as you flew over New Orleans so you could catch a quick look of the disaster. Hey, I know you couldn't stop and grab a bullhorn and stand on some rubble and act like a commander in chief. Been there done that.

There will be those who will try to politicize this tragedy and try to use it against you. Just have your people keep pointing that out. Respond to nothing. Even those pesky scientists who predicted this would happen because the water in the Gulf of Mexico is getting hotter and hotter making a storm like this inevitable. Ignore them and all their global warming Chicken Littles. There is nothing unusual about a hurricane that was so wide it would be like having one F-4 tornado that stretched from New York to Cleveland.

No, Mr. Bush, you just stay the course. It's not your fault that 30 percent of New Orleans lives in poverty or that tens of thousands had no transportation to get out of town. C'mon, they're black! I mean, it's not like this happened to Kennebunkport. Can you imagine leaving white people on their roofs for five days? Don't make me laugh! Race has nothing -- NOTHING -- to do with this!

You hang in there, Mr. Bush. Just try to find a few of our Army helicopters and send them there. Pretend the people of New Orleans and the Gulf Coast are near Tikrit.

Yours,

Michael Moore
MMFlint@aol.com
www.MichaelMoore.com

P.S. That annoying mother, Cindy Sheehan, is no longer at your ranch. She and dozens of other relatives of the Iraqi War dead are now driving across the country, stopping in many cities along the way. Maybe you can catch up with them before they get to DC on September 21st.



 
Time for Charity: Canada helps out
09.01.05 (8:33 am)   [edit]
Canadian leaders, agencies stand by to help U.S.


Canadian officials have started getting ready to send whatever type of aid the United States requires to help with the aftermath of hurricane Katrina, Deputy Prime Minister Anne McLellan said Wednesday.
Read More:
http://www.canada.com/national/globalnation al/story.html?id=56ce8d7a-c748-438 4-9569-f65add2637d4" title="http://www.canada.com/national/globalnation al/story.html?id=56ce8d7a-c748-438 4-9569-f65add2637d4" target="_blank"http://www.canada.com/nationa...
 
Sam is...
09.01.05 (7:35 am)   [edit]
Sam is my ex boyfriends step brother

Sam is my best friend’s husbands to be good friend

Sam is my other good friend’s ex boy friend

Sam is not a meme

Sam is a friend I’ve known a really long time and was on the verge of moving from “friend” category to “acquaintance” category.

Sam came to my Sons birthday party, the last time I saw him before that was at x-mas and the before that last summer. So I see Sam approx every six months.

Sam lives on the other side of the city, and we have very different lives, having a kid does that to you. We don’t go out a lot anymore, and when we do come home early.

Sam works two jobs, one a night job, so we don’t see him a lot

Sam is lending me his laptop for the three day novel contest this year, so I can go to my partner in crime’s house to write.

Sam is always there for his friends, even the ones he doesn’t see all that often.

Sam is a great person, friend and I’m lucky to have him in my life


This years novel will be dedicated to Sam, I hope it doesn’t suck.
 

Demystifying Misconceptions


This Blog chronicles the journey of one woman as she attempts to define her faith and place in the universe.



I'm a geeky sort of Fae most of the time




Blog Posts of Note:

*Christian and Wiccan at The Same Time

*A Walk with Jesus’ Mom

*Finding God in Wicca

*Universal Myth and Personal Myth- Definitions in Consensus Reality

The Matrix: Systems Healing and Thinking, an Introduction

*Magic, Witches and the Bible

*A brief History of Wicca

*Wicca 101 part 1

*Wicca 101 part 2

*Spells and the Modern Witch

*Do Witches Worship Satan?

*Religious View

*Interview with a Witch

*A Witch's Story of Creation

*One Definition of the Divine

*I am a Witch

* Original Sin, from a Witches point of View

*Why a Witch Could care less about Harry Potter

*Satan is not my Sidekick

*The other people: Or how I learned to stop worrying and love the Bible