Oh i am so excited. Gryphons nest is a Wiccan coven who respects and honors all paths including those like mine who lean more towards traditional ways. i spent a day with them for Ostara and i have to say, i was a little out of place not knowing the customs of Wicca as well as i should, however that was on me, i was welcomed with open arms and accepted as is and even got involved with a couple of really in depth conversations with the coven leader.
They are having a Pagan Festival Memorial Day weekend and they are having everything from real voodoo and dejembe classes all the way to the sky clad activities. my suggestion of having a burning of the Boog was even taken in as a good idea to have. YAY.
If you can make it here, bring your camping gear and swim suits....this is going to be an event to behold!!!!
Monday, March 22, 2010
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Heathen or Pagan?
This morning i woke up to someones blog on Heathenism. The royal poobah and self proclaimed keeper of the blah blah blah was posting on what he is and what he isnt.
I have no problem with people and their beliefs. I adore the idea of gods as helpers or ones who make you stumble. the idea of being a mouse in their lives of cat like behavior is amusing to me. I would love to think i am being laughed at somewhere and this life is amusing.
however, when someone goes off on a tangent saying they are of the "old" ways and they are not neo this or that and they have the right to tell me what i am because i dont fit into their idea of what i say i am I WILL SCREAM from the rooftops.
!st of all, IF YOU ARE LIVING IN THIS DAY AND AGE YOU HAVE TO BE NEO!!!!! you have no choice. your soul and spirit might not like it but thats just the way it is. you were born in this day and age and you will die in this day and age and there is nothing you can do about it.
2nd of all. there is no way you can resurrect the ways of old without interjecting NEO thoughts and ideas into it. YOU ARE NEO. The ways of old have either died or morphed to stay alive in this NEO AGE. for gods sakes man you are posting a blog on the internet, do you think the vikings of old actually did that? fuck, most of them didnt even know how to write out their own runes. that was left to the scholars in the kindred.
3rd of all, If you seriously think you are of a way, i dare you to look up the definition. look up the word Heathen. then look up the word Pagan. hell look up every word you think you might fit into...do you really fit? even the Catholics dont practice the ways they used to, THEY HAD TO ADAPT
why is it trads always claim to "know" shit there is no way they could possibly know? its not like some book or something was uncovered that only they know about. good gods *holding head in hands* you people give me a headache.
i am so glad to be solitary in this day and age. it would seem that the general population has lost their minds. i know some of you are really quite wonderful people but the vast majority of you i would repel with garlic, a crucifix, fluffy words, wards of magic or a gun which ever would make you run faster.
I have no problem with people and their beliefs. I adore the idea of gods as helpers or ones who make you stumble. the idea of being a mouse in their lives of cat like behavior is amusing to me. I would love to think i am being laughed at somewhere and this life is amusing.
however, when someone goes off on a tangent saying they are of the "old" ways and they are not neo this or that and they have the right to tell me what i am because i dont fit into their idea of what i say i am I WILL SCREAM from the rooftops.
!st of all, IF YOU ARE LIVING IN THIS DAY AND AGE YOU HAVE TO BE NEO!!!!! you have no choice. your soul and spirit might not like it but thats just the way it is. you were born in this day and age and you will die in this day and age and there is nothing you can do about it.
2nd of all. there is no way you can resurrect the ways of old without interjecting NEO thoughts and ideas into it. YOU ARE NEO. The ways of old have either died or morphed to stay alive in this NEO AGE. for gods sakes man you are posting a blog on the internet, do you think the vikings of old actually did that? fuck, most of them didnt even know how to write out their own runes. that was left to the scholars in the kindred.
3rd of all, If you seriously think you are of a way, i dare you to look up the definition. look up the word Heathen. then look up the word Pagan. hell look up every word you think you might fit into...do you really fit? even the Catholics dont practice the ways they used to, THEY HAD TO ADAPT
why is it trads always claim to "know" shit there is no way they could possibly know? its not like some book or something was uncovered that only they know about. good gods *holding head in hands* you people give me a headache.
i am so glad to be solitary in this day and age. it would seem that the general population has lost their minds. i know some of you are really quite wonderful people but the vast majority of you i would repel with garlic, a crucifix, fluffy words, wards of magic or a gun which ever would make you run faster.
Monday, March 15, 2010
its like swatting flies in a massive bug storm!! good gods the fruit loops are coming out of the woodwork this spring.
if you think you are a dragon and have super powers of x-men please keep that info to yourself. if you are seeking information to write a book and want to extract that information and not quote or give credit for it GO AWAY! if you are into something so different from society or a group of people you hang around, instead of spreading your info as "the only way to be" try finding a common thread in the group and focus on that! good gods people get a fucking grip!!!! spring is springing up, it doesnt mean you have to lose your minds! i know its been a long winter but you are bound to make the summer miserable for the rest of us if you keep it up.
if you think you are a dragon and have super powers of x-men please keep that info to yourself. if you are seeking information to write a book and want to extract that information and not quote or give credit for it GO AWAY! if you are into something so different from society or a group of people you hang around, instead of spreading your info as "the only way to be" try finding a common thread in the group and focus on that! good gods people get a fucking grip!!!! spring is springing up, it doesnt mean you have to lose your minds! i know its been a long winter but you are bound to make the summer miserable for the rest of us if you keep it up.
Friday, March 12, 2010
Blessings to the Irish!
The history of the Irish in New Orleans is both rich and heartbreaking. People starving in their home land came to New Orleans hoping for a new start. What they found was not so wonderful. Put into slavery and treated worse than slaves and thought of as "expendable", the Irish immigrants in 1832 built the railways and canal that made New Orleans what it is today.
It is estimated that 30,000 Irish men died of malaria, accident, drowning, snake bites and eaten by alligators building a part of this city.
Because of the Irish peoples needs, a church was built to supply the people with religious comfort. That church is New Orleans' most famous building to date. Standing majestic in the center of the city, it is a sign of the hope, courage, and determination of a very stout people.
My first stop into the city six years go, was a place called Pat O'Briens. i didnt know the history and importance then, but i learned quickly.
Go rabh maith agaibh for your culture, your time, your traditions, and your lives. On a day where you celebrate your saint, i celebrate you.
Beannachtai na F'eile P'adraig oraibh
Thursday, March 4, 2010
what to do?
....what does one do with talents so obscure? how do I put them in practice and make it matter? this is so frustrating. gah!
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
i know what i am
After a long long long time i now know what i am. a term came to my attention today that i have never heard before. after much study and many tears of recognition, the title will be taken.
before i say what it is, allow me to explain some of my frustration.
imagine being able to know of a past life from the time you are 2. imagine starting to travel to the other worlds by the age of 4. then becoming in love with art music and dance and cant live without any of it. add in psychic predictions, healing with hands, then healing of minds, and finally working energy and being in touch with spirits and gods on a daily basis.
I have been called gifted, cursed, blessed, strange, odd, wondrous, impossible, an angel, a witch, a shaman, stupid, smart, wise beyond my years and crazy.
i am happy to say i am all of the above. i am what they call a knower.
i have been crying all day with excitement and satisfaction that FINALLY something fits me like a glove.
....and so my work begins....
before i say what it is, allow me to explain some of my frustration.
imagine being able to know of a past life from the time you are 2. imagine starting to travel to the other worlds by the age of 4. then becoming in love with art music and dance and cant live without any of it. add in psychic predictions, healing with hands, then healing of minds, and finally working energy and being in touch with spirits and gods on a daily basis.
I have been called gifted, cursed, blessed, strange, odd, wondrous, impossible, an angel, a witch, a shaman, stupid, smart, wise beyond my years and crazy.
i am happy to say i am all of the above. i am what they call a knower.
i have been crying all day with excitement and satisfaction that FINALLY something fits me like a glove.
....and so my work begins....
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
THE DAY NEW ORLEANS CRIED by val
A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How this city used to make me smile.
And I knew if they had a chance
That they could make us sing and dance
And, maybe, we'd be happy for a while.
But february made me shiver
With every paper that was delivered.
Bad news on the doorstep;
I couldnt take one more breath.
I cant remember if I spit
When I read about the colts and how they did,
But something touched me deep inside
The day the new orleans cried.
So high high, with american pride.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
listening to the colts fry.
And dem good old boys were being blessed and kept dry
Singin this is not the day that we die.
"this is not the day that we die"
Did you wear your black and gold,
And did you believe what you were told,
when we said that they would win?
Do you believe in rock n roll,
Can football save our mortal souls,
after katrinas deadly winds blow?
Well, I know that youre in love with them
`cause I saw you dancing in the gym.
Y'all just kicked up your shoes.
Man, I dig those saints and blues.
there was the denver broncin bucks
With a red carnations and western luck,
But I placed my bet for a buck.
The day new orleans cried.
I started singin,
"high high, on american pride."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
listening to the colts fry.
Them good old boys were being blessed and kept dry
singin, "this is not the day that we die.
"this is not the day that we die."
Now fourty years we've been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin stone,
But thats not how its gonna be.
When the jester sang for the king and queen,
marching down the streets in new orleans
And a voice that came to you and me,
Oh, when the saints came marching down,
The king and queen did a noble bow.
when the courtroom was ajourned;
the verdict was returned.
its thirty one to seventeen,
final score for new orleans
you boys have answered all our dreams
you played the colts and they got creamed
The day new orleans cried.
We were singing,
"high high, on american pride."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
listening to the colts fry.
Them good old boys were being blessed and kept dry
singin, "this is not the day that we die.
"this is not the day that we die."
Helter skelter in a football swelter.
colts fans flew off to a fallout shelter,
Eight feet high and falling fast.
It landed foul on the grass.
The players tried for a forward pass,
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.
Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
the british came with who dat tunes
We all got up to dance,
Oh, the colts never had a chance!
`cause the saints took over the field;
The linemen refused to yield.
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the new orleans cried?
We started singing,
"high high, on american pride."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
listening to the colts fry.
Them good old boys were being blessed and kept dry
singin, "this is not the day that we die.
"this is not the day that we die."
Oh, and there we were all in one place,
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again.
So come on: drew be nimble, drew be quick!
and dont forget your winning trick
Cause prayer is our only friend.
Oh, and as I watched them on the stage
in history they turned a page.
No curse born in hell
Could break a new orleans saints spell.
And as the cheers climbed high into the night
To start the sacrificial rite,
I saw the saints laughing with delight
The day new orleans cried
they were singing,
"high high, on american pride."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
listening to the colts fry.
Them good old boys were being blessed and kept dry
singin, "this is not the day that we die.
"this is not the day that we die."
I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news,
she just smiled and said today.
I went down to the french quarter
Where Id heard the games from years before,
people marching down the corradore all the way.
And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
all our hearts no longer broken.
And the three men I admire most:
drew brees, the team , and the coach,
home they came for a parade to host
The day new orleans cried.
And they were singing,
"high high, on american pride."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
listening to the colts fry.
Them good old boys were being blessed and kept dry
singin, "this is not the day that we die.
"this is not the day that we die."
They were singing,
"high high, on american pride."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
listening to the colts fry.
Them good old boys were being blessed and kept dry
singin, "this is not the day that we die.
"this is not the day that we die."
val 2010
I can still remember
How this city used to make me smile.
And I knew if they had a chance
That they could make us sing and dance
And, maybe, we'd be happy for a while.
But february made me shiver
With every paper that was delivered.
Bad news on the doorstep;
I couldnt take one more breath.
I cant remember if I spit
When I read about the colts and how they did,
But something touched me deep inside
The day the new orleans cried.
So high high, with american pride.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
listening to the colts fry.
And dem good old boys were being blessed and kept dry
Singin this is not the day that we die.
"this is not the day that we die"
Did you wear your black and gold,
And did you believe what you were told,
when we said that they would win?
Do you believe in rock n roll,
Can football save our mortal souls,
after katrinas deadly winds blow?
Well, I know that youre in love with them
`cause I saw you dancing in the gym.
Y'all just kicked up your shoes.
Man, I dig those saints and blues.
there was the denver broncin bucks
With a red carnations and western luck,
But I placed my bet for a buck.
The day new orleans cried.
I started singin,
"high high, on american pride."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
listening to the colts fry.
Them good old boys were being blessed and kept dry
singin, "this is not the day that we die.
"this is not the day that we die."
Now fourty years we've been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin stone,
But thats not how its gonna be.
When the jester sang for the king and queen,
marching down the streets in new orleans
And a voice that came to you and me,
Oh, when the saints came marching down,
The king and queen did a noble bow.
when the courtroom was ajourned;
the verdict was returned.
its thirty one to seventeen,
final score for new orleans
you boys have answered all our dreams
you played the colts and they got creamed
The day new orleans cried.
We were singing,
"high high, on american pride."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
listening to the colts fry.
Them good old boys were being blessed and kept dry
singin, "this is not the day that we die.
"this is not the day that we die."
Helter skelter in a football swelter.
colts fans flew off to a fallout shelter,
Eight feet high and falling fast.
It landed foul on the grass.
The players tried for a forward pass,
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.
Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
the british came with who dat tunes
We all got up to dance,
Oh, the colts never had a chance!
`cause the saints took over the field;
The linemen refused to yield.
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the new orleans cried?
We started singing,
"high high, on american pride."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
listening to the colts fry.
Them good old boys were being blessed and kept dry
singin, "this is not the day that we die.
"this is not the day that we die."
Oh, and there we were all in one place,
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again.
So come on: drew be nimble, drew be quick!
and dont forget your winning trick
Cause prayer is our only friend.
Oh, and as I watched them on the stage
in history they turned a page.
No curse born in hell
Could break a new orleans saints spell.
And as the cheers climbed high into the night
To start the sacrificial rite,
I saw the saints laughing with delight
The day new orleans cried
they were singing,
"high high, on american pride."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
listening to the colts fry.
Them good old boys were being blessed and kept dry
singin, "this is not the day that we die.
"this is not the day that we die."
I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news,
she just smiled and said today.
I went down to the french quarter
Where Id heard the games from years before,
people marching down the corradore all the way.
And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
all our hearts no longer broken.
And the three men I admire most:
drew brees, the team , and the coach,
home they came for a parade to host
The day new orleans cried.
And they were singing,
"high high, on american pride."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
listening to the colts fry.
Them good old boys were being blessed and kept dry
singin, "this is not the day that we die.
"this is not the day that we die."
They were singing,
"high high, on american pride."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
listening to the colts fry.
Them good old boys were being blessed and kept dry
singin, "this is not the day that we die.
"this is not the day that we die."
val 2010
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